Page 62 of The Wildest One
And a dress I wanted to fucking rip off her.
Even though her body got lost in a space that was so massive, her presence screamed across my house. I could feel her when I went into my living room to pour us drinks at the bar. I could smell her as I returned to the kitchen.
She was electric. Consuming. She had a sensuality that came effortlessly to her, seducing me with a mere blink of her gorgeous light-blue eyes.
“For you.” I set the whiskey in front of her, and she immediately reached for it, gazing at me through her eyelashes. “More whiskey, less sour.”
“You remembered.”
I chuckled. “I remember everything about you.”
She took a drink. “I think Ginger was a little taken aback that you knew her name.”
“She’s going to be even more taken aback when the manager of Musik lets her know I’ve sent a car for her so I know she gets home safely.”
Jolie’s brows lifted, and her mouth dropped open. “You did that?”
“Of course I did. She’s your best friend. And I recalled her name because you’d spoken about her often.” I held the bourbon near my mouth, but I didn’t take a sip.
“But that was so long ago.”
“Not long enough to forget.” I set the glass down, tired of holding it, and I stretched my arm across the space between us, my fingers landing on the side of her neck, two of them split just wide enough to hug her ear. “Graduated and free. A period of your life I’ve thought about many times.”
“Why?”
“Why …” I let my head drop. When it came to her, the honesty was always present. It flowed right out of my mouth. She wasn’t the exception to every rule. Because when it came to women, I didn’t hold on to them long enough to set rules. “I wondered if freedom would change things between us.”
“You mean, would it bring us closer?”
I nodded. “I assumed, when you got to that point, there would be instances when you could work from home. My house could become that home.”
She huffed, “Beck …”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t think about it at some point.”
“Oh, I did.” She moved the glass between her hands and flattened both palms on the quartz. “I definitely thought about it. I wished for it to come true. It just … didn’t. We went silent instead.”
My hand slid back a little, moving beneath her chin. “When do you leave to go back to Boston?”
“I …”
Both of her hands surrounded the glass this time, and as she brought it up to her lips, I moved behind her, the urge to hold her becoming too strong to fight. While she was swallowing the drink, I positioned her just the way I wanted her. And as she set down the empty glass, I folded my arms over her chest.
“Jolie …”
Her eyes closed when my lips went to her cheek. Her mouth parted when I pressed our bodies together. She let out a small moan when I ground my hard-on against her ass.
My lips were now on the shell of her ear. “I’m going to fucking lick your entire body, and once I’ve covered every inch of your skin, I’m going to give you what you love.”
She was pushing her ass against me, her back so tightly aligned with my chest that there wasn’t even air between us. “Do you remember what that was?”
“Your tongue …”
I took her earlobe into my mouth and nibbled the end, my hand moving under her dress until my finger could slide through the slickness between her legs. A wetness so thick that I would have thought my mouth had just left her.
“Yes. It’s going right on your cunt. And I’m going to lick you until I get so many orgasms out of you that you feel like you can’t come anymore.”
She leaned her head back against me, and I clasped the bottom of her neck.
