Page 253 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
“What happened?”
I shake my head.
I don’t want to be talking about another woman right now. But it’s not like that with us. There’s no jealousy. No competition. It’s like we both know, it’s only ever been us.
I flash a crooked smile, hoping to lighten the heaviness shadowing her expression. “Let’s just say, I was tied up, and there wasn’t only honey involved.”
Her brows rise just enough to betray her self-blaming with curiosity.
Jade’s curiosity.
The rule-follower whose mind wanders to every taboo and thrilling desire. And that curious look of hers scatters every coherent thought I have.
“There were also feathers.” But now, I can’t even remember why I dislike them. “A lot of feathers.”
“Like feathers on the honey?” Her body settles onto my lap again, traces of doubt and tension letting go, and her warm core pressing against my cock.
“Can you even attempt to ask that without enjoyment in your tone?” I tease.
“It’s a very serious question.” That smile of hers is anything but serious. “Like drizzled honey—”
“Slathered. Fucking slathered.”
She slaps a hand over her mouth, and a muffled laugh breaks free. “I’m so sorry.”
“No, you’re not. Give me that.” I reach for the jar.
“No.” She clutches the jar to her chest, spinning just out of my reach.
Her laughter spreads through me like wildfire. I catch her other wrist before she can twist away and guide her honeyed finger across her cheek.
“Ahhh!”
She squirms, jerks, and tries to pull free, but I match her movements, leaning closer, feeling her warmth press into me.
I’m on fire.
Every little struggle and soft gasp makes my pulse spike, my chest tighten, and my cock harder.
I catch her face in my hand and bring her honeyed cheek to my mouth. I trail my tongue along her jaw, scooping up the sweet taste, licking upward, and spreading the stickiness across her cheek.
“Hart!” I capture her squeal with my mouth and share the honey with her.
Playful at first.
Her lips part, and I take the invitation, my tongue sliding into her mouth, tasting her fully. She moans softly, and the sound vibrates against my lips. Her body arches into mine, so perfect, so right. Her hands clutch my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin.
I groan into her mouth, and a spark of laughter bubbles up her chest. I swallow it with another kiss. Then I devour her lips,urgent and hungry, tasting every last inch of her. She’s delicious, and it isn’t just the fucking honey.
It’s her.
And I savor every second.
The heat between us builds. My pulse quickens. Her heart races against my chest, and our breaths come in short, ragged gasps.
When we part, she wraps her arms around my neck. I’ll never get tired of looking at her like this. I crave these moments when she’s unguarded. When she lets me pass all the careful walks she’s built with everyone else. When it’s just Jade.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
