Page 78 of Tempted To Be Mine

“Whiskey?” he asked.

“Please.” My voice didn’t sound like mine. It pitched just a little higher, revealing the nerves I couldn’t quite get a grip on.

He poured two glasses and handed one to me. Our fingers touched. I felt it all the way up my arm. I took a sip because I needed something to do with my mouth that wasn’t kissing him again. The burn helped ground me.

He leaned against the counter across from me and watched me over the rim of his glass. I watched him swallow his drink. His throat worked and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

“You don’t have to stay,” he said. “If you changed your mind on the walk up.”

“I didn’t.”

“Good.”

I managed half the whiskey. Maybe less. He set his glass down with a soft click, and then he was inches away from me. His hands went to my waist. I nearly dropped my glass and barely managed to put it down before his mouth slammed against mine.

“Jeremy,” I moaned against his mouth. “Why can’t I stay away from you?”

“I know.” He said it into my mouth. His hands slid under the hem of my sweater, palms hot on my ribs. “I’ve been trying not to but I’m done trying.”

I pulled him closer by the open collar of his shirt. He tasted like whiskey and pumpkin pie. My back met the edge of the counter. He lifted me onto it like I weighed nothing. My heels knocked against the cabinet. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him between my legs. The hard line of him pressed exactly where I needed it. I rolled once, pulling a groan from him.

“Bedroom,” he said against my throat. “Unless you want the counter. I’m not above the counter.”

“Bedroom sounds good.”

He carried me down the hall and up the stairs. I’d seen his bedroom on many of the nights I had to tuck my client into bed after a long night. The bed was huge and unmade on one side, which made me smile. He set me down and knelt in front of me. My stomach dropped.

“Jeremy.”

“Let me.” His hands slid up the outsides of my thighs. “I’ve thought about this since the cabin. Since before the cabin, if I’m being honest. I need to fucking taste you.”

I nodded because words had left me. He unbuttoned my slacks and eased them down with my panties. He wasn’t fast about it. Slow, like he was unwrapping a precious package. I looked down just in time to see him staring directly at the part of me that throbbed with need. I sucked in a breath. He looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust.

“Good God, woman,” he murmured. “I want to stay right here for the rest of my days.”

His breath washed over my exposed flesh. He pressed a kiss to the inside of one thigh, then the other, stubble scraping just enough to make me jerk. I grabbed his shoulder to stay upright.

“On the bed,” he said, voice gone rough. “I want you comfortable. I want to take my time.”

I sat. He followed me up, still dressed, and stayed between my legs once I scooted back against the pillows. The cashmere was still on. He pushed it up and kissed the soft skin just above my navel. He looked at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. His mouth curved with the promise of destruction.

The first lick was slow. The flat of his tongue lapped over my clit. I made a sound I would have been embarrassed by if I’d had any shame left. He did it again. And again. Not rushing. When he closed his mouth over me and sucked, my hips came off the bed.

“Oh my God.”

He hummed like that was exactly what he’d been looking for. One arm hooked under my thigh and hauled me closer to him. The other hand spread over my stomach, holding me down when I tried to twist away from how good it was. His tongue did lazy circles, then flicked. He circled again until I was panting and grabbing at the sheets.

“Jeremy, please.”

He lifted his head just enough to look at me. His mouth was wet. His eyes were dark. “Please what?”

“Don’t tease me.”

“I’m not teasing.” He kissed my clit. “I’m enjoying myself.”

Then he stopped being gentle. Two fingers slid into me while his mouth stayed on my clit. The combination knocked the air out of my lungs. He curled his fingers the way he had in the cabin and sucked at the same time. I cried out. My hand found his hair and held on. He didn’t seem to mind. If anything, it made him hungrier. He worked me with his fingers and his tongue until the only thing I could do was say his name.

I had never in my life experienced pleasure like he gave me. Heat coiled, spiraling through my body. My thighs shook around his ears. He didn’t let up. If anything, his tongue flicked faster, fingers pumping until my body shattered. I saw a kaleidoscope of colors burst in front of my eyes.