Page 255 of Boots, Bucket Lists & Bad Ideas
Honey has never looked fucking better.
She brings her finger to her mouth. Honey clings to her fingertip. She slowly licks the sticky sweetness from her skin.
I’m jealous.
A shiver of current pulses through me. Fast, hot, and impossible to ignore.
“I hid the honey,” she purrs, the velvety sound rolling off her tongue. “Now you go find it.”
The challenge hangs in the air between us. The thrilling thoughts that go through my head. Tearing the shirt over her head. Not wasting time, and just ripping it down the center.
But I like a good challenge. Besides, if I really left her lacking the first time, I plan to make up for it every moment were together.
“Stand up,” I command.
Her smile ignites enough to dive headfirst into this game.
I half-lift her, and she half-stands on her own. Her breaths are so deep, I see her breasts swell and fall under the baby blue material.
I slowly rise to my knees, dragging my hand up the back of her legs to firmly cup her ass. She gasps my name when I dig my fingertips into her cheeks, only urging me on.
My head nudges the hem of her shirt, and without my hands, I disappear underneath it.
She laughs, grasping my shoulders for balance, but I got her.
I will always have her.
I press my tongue against just above the waistline of her pants. Warm and smooth. Richer than I expect, and I let the tip of my tongue trace circles along the denim edge.
Her scent is intoxicating, a blend of floral and natural notes. I can’t guess it, but it’s all my Jade.
I don’t rush. Each lick pulls me deeper into the moment—soft, slow, a private little ritual. A moment no one else can ever touch.
I lick a trail up her stomach to her breasts tucked neatly in her bra. That damn thing has got to come off, but not yet.
Her shirt traps me like I’m in a cocoon, and I bask in her scent and warmth.
I find the honey pooling between her breasts.
My focus sharpens.
This is the real prize.
I shift closer, tongue darting out to trace the borders of the golden puddle. It’s liquid gold here, pure indulgence, almost hypnotic. I slow, concentrating on each lick, letting the honey coat every inch of my tongue.
Her chest rises and falls, and her nails dig into my flesh, stinging. It fuels that push in me, waking every nerve.
The sweetness clings to her skin, sticky and delicious. I explore, both gentle and hungry—hungry for her.
Lick. Nibble. Bite.
She moans, a sound that’s equal parts pleasure and surrender. My moans muffle as I bury my face between her breasts, and the fabric limiting my vision only heightens my senses. She’s a quiet storm—scent, breath, touch—and it’s all overwhelming, intoxicating.
I pull down her bra slowly, my mouth never leaving her skin. Her hard peaks are waiting for me, tight and taut. She gasps as my mouth closes around her nipple, tongue swirling. I suck, my teeth grazing her skin. My other thumb is circling and pinching her other nipple.
She arches into my touch, her nails scraping across my skin.
The burn.
