Page 30 of Mixed Connection
“You thought I was going to turn down a night with you? I would rather be scrubbing down the bar than not seeing you at all, Babygirl. We can order out if you want...” His voice is right behind me lingering on the last couple words, allowing me to choose. But he’s so close that I pause, not missing him calling me “Babygirl” again. And why do I like it so much?
As if on autopilot, I pour us both a glass of tea. Before I opened the bar, I sat a pitcher of water and several tea bags out on the porch, with the sun shining bright it made the perfect pitcher of sun tea. It’s my favorite way to make sweet tea, it’s less bitter and smoother this way, it tastes like sunshine. Along with the glasses, I grab the container of lime wedges I keep in the fridge and honey from the cabinet. Squeezing two lime wedges into each glass, I blush realizing I didn’t ask what he wanted as I hand him his tea before sipping mine.
He takes a deep gulp and I watch his Adam’s apple bob as I take a swallow of my own. There has to be a hole in my lip, swiping my tongue out I lick at the drop escaping and see his gaze follow my movement.
I watch him appear almost larger, as he stops leaning against the counter, coming to his full height before he takes the few steps that are between us. Staring down at me as I keep myself rooted to the floor trying to convince myself not to climb up his body.
Biting at my bottom lip, I return the same heated gaze.
“If you don’t stop worrying that lip of yours, I’m going to have to find some other way to keep it busy.”
“Mm, really, like what?” The challenge is clear in my tone. One that he takes full advantage of as he grips the fullness of my waist, anchoring me to him.
His tongue slowly licks up the center of my lips and I gasp at the feel of it, then his mouth is on mine. His free hand wraps into my hair, pulling it slightly to give him more access to my neck. Hungry lips graze my collarbone, teeth skim over the skin of my neck where his tongue blazes a trail up to my ear and goosebumps cover my skin. Having him this close to me in my kitchen leaves me breathless. He peppers kisses to that one spot behind my ear that has heat curling low in my stomach. I run my hands up his arms, feeling every bit of thick muscle, and gently rake my nails down the back of his shoulders. A breathy moan escapes me as a tremble quakes up my back and down to my sex at the feeling of his strength. The smoky bourbon and citrus of his cologne flow through my senses at an intoxicating speed. I would drink him in if I could.
This man is in tune with the reactions my body freely gives to him because when he lifts me on to the island, he leans into my neck and bites down near my shoulder while his hand connects sharply against my ass. Pain and pleasure mix together, leaving me shuddering through a deep moan.
“Fuck me.”
“Not yet Cassidy, I’m just getting started and I’ve been dreaming about this since dropping you off after our first date.May I?” Looping a finger into my belt loop he tugs me into him and rubs his thumb over the button. Consent has never been so sexy and I nod my head. His voice is a low rasp as he says, “Need to hear you say the word.”
“Yes.” The only word I can say, caught up in his bourbon warmth and it’s the only word that matters.
He unbuttons my jeans, unzipping them and slowly pulling them down my thighs. If I had any insecurities about my body, they’d be thrown into the fire with the hunger in Jameson’s gaze.
His eyes dip low and I watch them go molten, taking in the triangle of bright red mesh between my thighs. We need to have this talk right now and get it out of the way. Running my hands up his arms—they seem to be my new obsession—I let the heat of the moment meld with every word that leaves my mouth. “I haven’t been with anyone since before my annual checkup a year ago, my results came back negative.”
Jameson’s big hands knead my ass as he lifts his eyes to mine before he responds, “My last physical was about six months ago, all negative, Babygirl.” He runs his hands up my thighs, his thumbnail grazing the soaked material and I purr my response. I fucking purr.
“Lean back Cassidy and bend your elbows for me.” His grip tightens almost painfully around my thighs and his hunger is evident as he licks his lips, staring down at my red mesh panties. God, I’m so fucking glad I wore these. Obeying his command, I lean back.
The translucent red mesh must surely show the wetness at this angle. His thumbnail runs up my slit, over the mesh, creating a delicious feeling that has a breathy moan falling from my lips. Jameson slips a finger through the side of my panties and rubs his thumb into my wet folds before circling the bundle of nerves with a soft pressure. “Is this all for me, Cass?” His hands ghostup the outside of thighs and grasp my panties, gently pulling them from my legs and pocketing them.
The devilish grin he gives me tells me I’m never getting those back and fuck if I care. I watch him spread my thighs wide before he takes in a deep inhale and looks back up at me.
“Eyes on me, Cassidy.”
My brain very well may have short-circuited hearing those words. The same words I’ve read in books until the sun was threatening to rise. The same words I’ve come to in my shower.
Now those words have me dripping at the sound of his deep, velvety voice speaking them as he spreads my legs. The concrete countertop is smooth and cool in contrast to how hot his palms are on the fleshy part where my ass and thighs meet.
Before I can consider his next move, his mouth is on me. Licking up my center, he dips his tongue into my wet heat as he presses my thighs further back. Leaving me open and completely at his mercy.
“Fuck,” he growls, sucking on the lips of my pussy, he kisses each side before devouring me completely. Driving sounds out of me that I’m unfamiliar with. “You taste as sweet as I imagined.” I become increasingly aware of my own heartbeat, the need to touch and explore him is overwhelming as he tongue fucks me.
I can feel his teeth graze against my clit as he softly bites down before sucking my sensitive bud into his mouth… hard.
“Oh, oh my God! Yes.” My body shudders beneath his ministrations. This is another yes—anotheryesto myself—and fuck if it doesn’t feel incredible to be worshipped with abandon.
“That’s it, Baby, give me those beautiful sounds.” He presses his tongue flat against my center while sliding two fingers deep inside of me, fucking me with them slowly at first.
Picking up speed, he curls his fingers nudging against the spot that will send me over the edge and my back bows off thecounter. His other hand leaves a trail of heat behind as it travels up the side of my thigh, gripping on the thicker areas.
“Jameson, I’m so close.” Guttural moans pour out of me. Screaming his name feels like the puzzle pieces are connecting and shattering all at once.
“Not yet, Cassidy. Don’t you dare come yet.” His calloused hands pinches and pulls at my nipple as his tongue laps up my juices. My toes curl, holding my breath as I attempt to hold off my oncoming orgasm. As if he knows what I need, his hand slowly glides between my breasts. Higher and higher it climbs until it braces my neck before he grips it. Not tight enough to cause panic but enough to bring my attention to him. “Leaving you breathless is my job. Need you to breathe for me, Baby.”
He squeezes my neck once more before I beg him for more, “Please.”
