Page 139 of A Love Letter to Whiskey
She writhed and whimpered when I dove my hand down deeper before pulling it out again, back up to her breasts. I wanted to tease her, but my girl was impatient, too.
She grabbed my hand and forced it back down.
I smiled against her mouth, biting her bottom lip and granting her wish.
The moment I slipped my fingers between her thighs, we both moaned.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed, cock aching at how wet she was. I slid my finger between her lips, pressing the middle one just an inch inside her. Her hands reached back for me, her nails digging into my legs as I withdrew that finger and pressed it in again, a little deeper.
I took my time, slowly moving my finger in and out, deeper and deeper each time. When I added a second finger, B broke our kiss, crying out and leaning into me even more.
“Shhh,” I warned, the hand I had holding her hair moved to her mouth, instead. She bit down on my fingers, and I didn’t have time to tease her about it before she slid her hand between my thighs and firmly gripped my cock through my sweatpants.
I groaned, thrusting into her small hand as my head fell back. I wanted more. I needed more.
I let go of her long enough to rip my shirt overhead, and B turned, panting at the sight of me before she stripped her clothes off just the same. We watched each other, breathing erratic and fiery as layer after layer was shed, joining the blanket under us in the sand.
When we were both naked, we stared at each other, chests heaving and eyes wild. Her mouth parted at the sight of my cock, and I fought against the urge to smirk at her reaction.
When our eyes met, we crashed into each other once more.
Her hands swept into my hair as I lowered her down, sliding between her legs and reaching behind me until I felt the blanket. I pulled it up over where our hips met, and with the movement, my shaft slid along her wetness, splitting her lips open just enough for her to coat me.
A rumble of curses flew through me, and I was two seconds away from plummeting into her when I realized.
We didn’t have a condom.
I slowed my kisses, heart hammering at the loss, at not thinking ahead. But I didn’t expect this. I didn’t plan for it.
“We need to slow down,” I breathed.
“Like hell we do.”
I smirked against her lips, but kissed her slower still. “I don’t have a…”
I pulled back, nearly crying at the sight of her spread out under me like that, at being so close and yet…
“We don’t have protection.”
B’s eyes widened a bit, searching mine, but then she swallowed. “It’s okay.”
My heart skipped.
B bucked her hips up, digging her heels into my ass and inching us closer again. “I’m on birth control. And I’m clean. Are you?”
“Yes,” I cursed, because the fact that I was about to be inside her without a single barrier between us was enough for me to know I was about to be fucked for life.
I dropped my forehead to hers, savoring the way her nails dug into my shoulders.
I should stop this, a distant voice warned.
But then, B breathed my name, wrapping her hands around my neck and pulling my lips to hers once more.
“I can forgive you for kissing me,” she said. “But I can’t forgive you if you stop right now.”
And that was it.
That was the last shred of dignity I held onto, the last bit of morality I glimpsed before I groaned, kissed her hard, and flexed my hips, filling her fast and eager and all at once.
We both gasped, open mouths against each other, chills cascading down every inch of us. I withdrew, slower this time, before pressing inside even deeper.
“God, B,” I hissed. “I’ve dreamed of what this would feel like, taking you, feeling you wrapped around me. But it doesn’t even compare. I can’t…” I shook my head, words lost, especially when she wrapped her legs around me even tighter. “I’ll never—”
“I know,” she said.
This was the moment that changed everything.
We felt it in our bones, in our soul, in every point of contact where our slick skin connected. There would be no going back from this, and yet, there was no other option but this either.
Being inside her was coming home.
But it was also jumping off a jagged cliff into a shallow pond.
I think I knew, even then, that that night was all I’d have with her. I took my time, savoring every taste and touch and kiss and moan. I wanted to fill every void Ethan had left in her, wanted to fuck her so thoroughly that none of her romance novels would ever live up to what she experienced in real life with me.
