Page 64 of Highball and Chain

We took turns, giving and receiving, licking and kissing.

I set the bottle on the deck, gripped her waist, and lifted her to the edge of the pool. Standing between her legs, I explored her neck, her breasts, and lower still. “Lean back.”

She tensed as if to refuse, but eased onto her elbows.

I tugged her swimsuit down her hips. “Lift up.”

“Not here.” She nodded toward the security cameras. “Are they on?”

“If they are, I’ll take care of it.” That she’d noticed them surprised me, but I had no intention of discussing anything except her room or mine.

I lowered my head and grazed her inner thigh with my teeth. Her hips rose, and I pulled the bikini bottoms off. A knee in each hand, I parted her legs and kissed a line from her calf to her inner thigh. The salt from the pool water only seemed to sweeten her skin. This woman would be the death of me, but I’d die a happy man.

Blindly, I grabbed the bottle and poured merlot onto her belly. Shanna shivered and made a sound that went straight to my cock, the demanding bastard would have to wait. I lapped the wine from her navel, poured more over her smooth mound, and followed the trail as it disappeared between her legs.

Her thighs trembled and her feet flexed against my back, but she remained quiet except for an occasional gasp. Perhaps it was selfish, but I wanted to hear her lose control.

I stood taller, lifting her hips and forcing her to her back. All the while, I circled my tongue over and into her—drawing out her pleasure.

Her body grew taut, and she curled her fingers in my hair. Holding and directing me, she struggled to move her hips, but the position made it difficult. When she came, she whimpered and moaned into her arm. The woman held onto control like a drowning man held to a life preserver. I’d wanted her writhing, out of her head in complete abandon.

“Stop, stop, please, stop.” She wiggled away.

I stood and drew her into the pool. She fell against me as if boneless.

“Are you all right?” I sank into the warm water to rinse the wine from her skin.

She nodded against my shoulder. “I need a minute, then I’ll do you.”

Any moron would know what she meant, but I couldn’t resist teasing her. “Do me?”

“You know what I mean.”

“I’m not sure I do, but you can show me upstairs.” I carried her up the pool steps.

“Wait. I don’t have my bathing suit.” She squirmed to break free.

“You don’t need it.” I eased into the house.

“What if Hildie comes home?” She’d tried to whisper, but ended up giggling and ruining the effect.

“She won’t.” I juggled her and opened the bedroom door. Once inside, I set her on the bed. “I’ll be right back.”

“You’re leaving me?” She traced a circle around her breast.

“Only long enough to find a condom.”

Her hand trailed down her body. “Hurry.”

I made it to my room in five seconds flat, found my wallet, and retrieved the foil packet. On the way back, I stubbed my toe on the bedframe, stumbled, and knocked over a lamp. Once again, the woman had me running around like a maniac.

When I returned victorious, and horny as hell, Shanna was sound asleep.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

I wanted to wake her, but one glance at her peaceful face broke my resolve. Not to mention she was outright plastered. I might have been a criminal, but I wasn’t a monster.

The urge to hold her while she slept overwhelmed me. She was a tiny little thing, but so strong. My brothers were right. She deserved respect and time and everything in the world I couldn’t give her—but damn if I didn’t want to try.

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