Page 57 of Never Fear (Whiskey Ridge)
She opened her mouth to speak, but quickly snapped her lips shut. I grabbed her chin between my thumb and forefinger, angling her head up.
“Say it,” I murmured, needing to hear whatever it was.
She shut her eyes for a moment, silent as ever, and when she finally opened them and laid them on me, my knees went weak. “I want you.”
The sigh I let out was earth-shattering. “I thought I’d never hear you say the words.”
Without wasting any time, I grabbed the backs of her thighs and lifted her up. Her legs instantly wrapped around my waist, her dress hiking up to expose her ass. My fingers brushed the satiny flesh as her mouth crashed to mine. Hunger, desire, hatred, love—it all melded together into one consequential kiss. McKenna was kissing me, and it felt like the earth itself was shifting. Molding us into something we—she—had been fighting for too long.
McKenna’s tongue slipped in, and I wrapped my lips around it and sucked. The taste of strawberry gum sparkedmy senses alive, and I whimpered. Her hands tangled in my hair, and when I finally popped my mouth off her, I set her on the floor.
My hands moved behind her back, grasping at the two strings that held the bodice of the dress together. I tugged, the bow coming undone. My fingers gripped the front and tugged it down, exposing her bare breasts. I groaned, nearly falling to the floor simply to worship the woman before me. “Fuck, McKenna.”
She didn’t speak as she pulled on my hair, guiding my mouth to her breasts. I shoved my face between them, breathing her in like she was a goddamn drug. And she was. I think I was overdosing.
Her head fell back against the wall, and I dragged my mouth across her soft flesh. Once my starved tongue found her nipple, I circled the bud, watching as her skin glistened under the warm lights. Forcing myself to part from her, I let a trail of saliva fall from my mouth to land right on her puckered nipple. She looked down at me, her lips parted. And with my eyes on her, I stuck out my tongue and lapped it up. She shivered, fingers digging into my scalp, and then she was forcing my mouth to her breast.
Teeth clamped down on her flesh, and she gasped. My tongue soothed the area before I sucked. And sucked. And fucking died. Because McKenna’s breast was in my mouth and she was allowing me to have her and all my life’s wishes were officially granted.
Most men wanted fast cars, money, and all the girls in the world panting at their feet.
I wantedher.
I wanted to be the one on my knees before her, beggingfor even one touch. My obsession with her had grown out of control but I didn’t care. I’d worship the ground she walked on for the rest of my life and behappy.
My mouth popped off her breast, moving to the other, giving it equal amounts of attention. A breathy moan passed her lips and I groaned in response. I could listen to her do that for the rest of my days and be the happiest man on this planet.
At the end of the hall, a door creaked open, and I covered her breast with my hand, standing to block her from whoever the fuck dared interrupt us.
“In the hall, guys? Really?” Henley said, not looking in our direction after I assumed he’d already seen what was happening. His eyes were on the doorframe as he stood there.
“I thought you weren’t here tonight.” He’d told Booker and me weeks ago that he would be with Aubree tonight, so the whole Friendsgiving dinner could go on without him.
He shifted his gaze to his boots. “Change of plans.”
“We’ll make you a plate,” McKenna piped in as she adjusted her dress back over her breasts.
Henley blinked a few times and I couldn’t help but notice he seemed…sad. “Thanks.”
“Is Aubree coming?” McKenna asked, her hands now awkwardly behind her back. I watched the movement, brows scrunched, before I grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. She glared up at me, which I ignored as I got to work retying her corset.
“No. We broke up,” Henley confessed.
“I’m sorry.”
I barely heard her apology as I focused on the smoothskin stretched over her shoulder blades. I wanted to be taking the dress off, not lacing it back up.
“Don’t be,” Henley said, making his way down the hall now that she was modest. “I broke up with her.”
He disappeared around the corner before either of us could press the subject further. Aubree and Henley had been on and off for a while—more off than on—so it wasn’t a major shock. Just sucked that it happened right before the holidays.
Once the strings were tied in a perfect bow, I brushed her hair to the side and set my palms on her shoulders. Leaning in, my lips brushed the shell of her ear. “This isn’t over, kitten.” One of my hands slid down her arm, tracing the curve of her waist until my fingers disappeared under her dress and pinched her ass.
Her lips lifted in a seductive smile, looking over her shoulder at me. “I’d hope not. That’d be pretty disappointing if it was.”
I nipped her earlobe, tugging before I moved my mouth to her neck and sucked. My hand slid between her legs, feeling her soaked and spreading her thighs for me. And as my fingers searched for her pussy, I damn near fell to my knees.
She wasn’t wearing any underwear.
