Page 21 of Whiskey Darling
I pray he doesn’t see my shudder. Can’t feel how hot I am, how I’m blistering from the inside out. He gives my hair a slight tug, and I’m under his spell.
I moan. He grins.
The lion ready for the kill.
What’s going on here? Why aren’t we discussing my ineptitude with computer files? Why aren’t we debating my inexperience? What’s wrong with him? With me?
Oh, who am I kidding? I want this man with a breathlessness that brings me to my knees. I want him however he will give himself to me. I want him to take whatever he wants. And I’m sick of dancing around the issue.
I’ve had sex with one person in my life. My high school boyfriend. A boy, when compared with Flynn. Any illusions regarding the act itself dissolved months ago following the unfortunate experience with Connor. That was the night he wanted more than I could give him. The night he told me I was an immature child because I would not join him and another woman in his bed.
“What happens after I fall?” My voice is husky, full of anticipation. Flynn’s gaze flickers to my mouth.
“Will you fall, Allie?”
“You already know I will.” I cannot look away from the dark honey of his eyes. “So, what happens when I do?”
His answer is a low growl.
“The moment you come down, I’ll send you back up. Again and again, until you beg me to stop.”
