Page 162 of A Love Letter to Whiskey
“Yeah,” B said. She tucked her hair behind one ear before trying to slip by me to her tent. “’Night.”
But her shoulder brushed my arm as she passed, and without even deciding to do it, my hand shot out and wrapped around her wrist, stopping her.
And I pulled her into me.
She was stiff, at first, but slowly, her hands trailed up my arms, hooking behind my neck as she hugged me in return.
My nose burned. My eyes stung. I felt every painful, raw emotion there was to feel in that moment as the fire crackled behind us.
“Goodnight,” I said, but I held her still.
My hands roamed, finding her waist and squeezing, and I couldn’t fight the low groan that came from my throat.
I still want her.
I still need her.
I angled my mouth, just an inch, but it was enough that my lips brushed her salty neck. B shivered at the touch, and I tried to pull away. Truly, I tried.
I just couldn’t.
“Jamie…”
My name was both a warning and a plea not to stop when it slipped between her perfect lips, and maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just that undeniable force between us, but I dragged my tongue along her neck, biting the edge of her jaw.
And then, I kissed her.
We both inhaled at the touch, my hands gripping her hips even harder as she tightened her grip around my neck. She pulled me into her, and I held her steady.
A soft whimper slipped from her next, like she knew just as much as I did that we should stop but didn’t have the fight in her to actually do it. Her nails ripped at my back, dragged through my hair, begged me not to stop.
And so, I didn’t.
I was two seconds away from fucking her right there by the fire when her eyes shot open, and when she scanned the tents containing all the groomsmen around us, it snapped some sense into me.
I backed her into my tent, only removing my hands from her long enough to yank my shirt off before I lowered her down into my sleeping bag. We were all longing breaths and moans, brains fuzzy and hands chaotic as I spread her legs with my own.
My erection rubbed along the seam of her shorts, and we both groaned as I ran a hand down her thigh, hooking behind her knee and hiking her leg up so I could flex into her harder. We weren’t even naked yet, and I was ninety percent certain I could come right then and there.
B moaned, the sound like a symphony, and she let her head fall back, allowing me access to her neck.
I slipped my fingers around the back of her thigh, brushing the lining of her shorts before I found her panties. I felt how wet she was, how much she wanted me, too, and it obliterated any self-control I had left.
I pressed one fingertip between her lips.
And then B pressed her hands hard into my chest, breaking our kiss with a loud exhale.
“I don’t have the will to stop this, Jamie,” she breathed.
I was so desperate for her, I didn’t give her the chance to say another word. I pressed against those palms on my chest, and claimed her mouth once more.
She pushed again, and I grinned.
I loved the game.
Pretend you don’t want me. Pretend you’re not soaking wet for me.
I caught her with another hungry kiss, rolling my hips against hers before she broke our kiss again. “You have to be the one to stop. I can’t…”
She was breathing so hard she could barely speak, and it only edged me on. I licked my lips, ready to kiss her silent again when she found her voice and knocked me back to the cold, hard ground with three simple words.
“You’re getting married.”
That stopped me.
I paused where I hovered over her, panting, eyes searching hers like I couldn’t believe she’d just said what she had. I waited, hoping she’d take it back, that she’d wrap those arms around my neck again and pull me down into her.
Sin with me, I begged.
Don’t stop this now.
“If you kiss me again, you could ruin everything,” she said, chest heaving, eyes already filling with tears. “If you kiss me again… I won’t let you stop.”
Automatically, my head dipped, lips on track for hers. I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t give a fuck about what I ruined.
Except when something I couldn’t name stopped me right before my lips connected with B’s, I realized that wasn’t entirely true.
Angel’s sweet face flittered through the steamy haze. I saw her sky-blue eyes, her dazzling smile, the way her cheeks would shade red when I made her laugh.
My heart cracked.
What the fuck am I doing?
I sighed, releasing my grip on B’s thigh before I rolled off of her, and we both stared up at the tent ceiling with our breaths labored and shallow.
