Page 23 of Whiskey Darling
No fucking way is she kissing anyone else but me.
The thought fills me with possessive hunger, but I give one last warning before we plummet down the rabbit hole together. “This won’t end well, Allie. For either of us.”
Thatelicits a sad smile from her. I realize she expects nothing less than heartache once she’s mine.
“Of course, it won’t,” she says agreeably. “But I still want you—”
I attack her mouth, hands bracketing her face, twisting in her hair so she’s held immobile. Her lips are sweet as candy. Addictive. I could feast for days on end and never get my fill.
Letting out a surprised squeak, Allie’s hands flutter against my chest before settling into my embrace. She kisses me back.
My tongue delves deep, flirting with hers, seeking out her secrets. The deeper I go, the more responsive she becomes. The harder I kiss her, the more she moans. The more she grinds her hips against me, the more I want.
I take pieces of her, hiding them away like treasures. Every nuance, every mystery, every smile, and every laugh she’s gifted me with over the past few weeks become mine. I take it all and still want more. I wanteverything.
What she doesn’t willingly give me, I steal.
Allie frantically returns my kisses as if the world is on fire. Doesn’t she realize I am the gasoline and she is my match? I want to place her in a little box. One only I have access to. I’ll hide her from the outside world so no one else can ever light her up.
“You have no clue what you’ve done, do you?” Tearing my mouth from hers, I regret the loss immediately. “You’ll hate me for this later.”
Her fingers curl in my hair, tugging until my lips hover above hers again. “I’ll hate you now if you stop kissing me.”
My heart stutters. “Goddamn, Allie.”
We descend into madness again. I can’t get enough. I suspect it won’t ever be enough. I fear I’m so far gone, I won’t question the irrationality of my actions. Because I can’t think past owning her. Possessing her. Making her mine.
Somehow, we’ve moved to the large windows overlooking downtown Cherrywood Springs. Darkened from the outside, the glass appears as a smooth, mirrored surface when people gaze up from the sidewalks.
Even if the glass was clear as day, it wouldn’t stop me from pushing Allie against that cold, slick surface. I want to rip off her clothes, regardless of who might see us, cradle her heart-shaped bottom in my palms, and fuck her right there.
Maybe I will.
“Yes, yes,”Allie chants when I finally let her up for breath.
A tiny zipper holds the top half of her dress together, the thin line of jagged metal teeth flowing over the swells of her breasts and ending at her waist. It’s tempted me all afternoon. Each time she bent over the conference room table, or stretched for an item, that zipper slyly winked. Daring to be yanked down.
Gripping the steel tab, I slowly unveil her until the zipper tracks end. Allie doesn’t object, her hands raking through my hair. It’s soothing while at the same time, driving me wild.
When the two halves of fabric separate, I almost swallow my tongue. Hiding behind the fashionable garment is a scanty bit of black lace and cream satin. Sin paired with innocence. Cupped within the bra’s fragile framework, her breasts rise and fall with increasing speed.
Oh, Allie. My gorgeous contradiction. My golden goddess sent to torment me.
Clearing my throat, I trail an index finger down the narrow expanse of skin that’s now exposed.
She’s soft as silk. Warm.
“You are so damned beautiful,” I breathe, watching her eyes flutter with my touch. “Will you stop me from doing whatever I want? If I fuck you with my fingers, right here against the window, will you push me away? Someone could see me making you come, but I have a feeling you wouldn’t care.” I kiss the tip of her nose, and her brow wrinkles with the gesture. “Tell me, Allie. Do your panties match this sinful excuse of a bra?”
Allie’s breath hitches. We both know we aren’t visible, but the thought is exciting. Her cheeks flush pink, her gaze locking onto mine.
My eyebrow arches. “Answer me.”
She swallows, her eyes going even darker. “They do.”
