Page 45 of A Taste of Whiskey
“Sasha,” he said heatedly as his arms circled her and their mouths came together. He drove into her from beneath, harder with each thrust, his strength rippling through her core. She rode him faster, her fingernails digging into his flesh. His muscles bunched against her palms as his hands traveled over her ass, up her back, and into her hair. Guttural noises climbed up his throat, and he tore his mouth away, kissing her lips, her cheek, her jaw. “You feel so good,” he gritted out.
“Don’t stop.”
“There’s not a chance in hell I’ll stop.” He grabbed her hair with one hand, tugging her head back, and sealed his mouth over the base of her neck, sucking so hard, heat seared between her legs, and she cried out. “That’s it, baby. Show me what you like.” His other hand clutched her hip, holding her tight against him as he thrust harder, sending lightning bolts racing through her. She’d never felt anything so intense, so addicting, soreal. All sense of time and space fell away, and she was consumed with the feel of their bodies pumping and grinding, their illicit sounds filling the air, and the feel of his teeth and hands on her as they chased their highs. He moved his hand from her hip to her clit, working her so perfectly, pleasure raced through her chest and limbs, and she exploded into a million quivering pieces, desperate pleas flying from her lips as they rode out her pleasure.
As she came down from the high, he lowered her to her back and came down over her. “I could make you come all night.”
“I want you to come with me,” she panted out. “Andthenyou can make me come all night.”
A devilish glimmer sparked in his eyes. “As you wish, Bo Peep.”
His smiling lips covered hers in a long, luscious kiss that sang through her, making her greedy for more. She’d thought he felt good when she was riding him, but nothing compared to feeling the weight of his big body, the flexing of his muscles, or his fervent kisses as he drove into her. They found their rhythm, and their kisses turned frenzied, his thrusts fast and powerful. She met each pump of his hips with a lift of her own, clawing at his back for purchase. He grabbed her legs beneath her knees, hiking them up to his waist, taking her impossibly deeper. “You feel so good,” he rasped against her mouth. “I should’ve bought two boxes of condoms.”
She laughed, and he smothered that sound with more heated kisses. When she grabbed his ass, his hips shot forward, making her giggle. She couldn’t remember ever feeling this good or having this much fun in bed.
He grinned down at her with fire in his eyes. “I like your hands on me almost as much as I like your mouth on me.”
“Mm.I’ll have to remember that for next time.”
“Next time,” he rasped. “I like the sound of that.”
He reclaimed her mouth as if he hadn’t left her heart reeling and quickened his efforts. Blood pounded through her veins as they devoured each other, clawing and groping, moaning and pleading for more. Their bodies grew slick from their efforts, their breathing ragged. He guided her legs around him and pushed his hands beneath her ass, lifting and angling, his every thrust taking her higher, until she was hanging on to her sanity by a thread. She tried to hold back, to make it last, but he felt too good. “Ez…I’m gonna…”
“Me too.” His eyes drilled into her, and she couldn’t look away. She didn’t want to miss a second of the glorious sight that was Ezra Moore on the verge of losing control forher. “Come for me, baby. Give me everything you have.”
That was all it took for her to surrender to the whirlwind of sensations they caused. Electricity torched through her as he roared out her name, giving in to his own powerful release. They clung to each other, their bodies ravaged with pleasure as they rode the waves of their passion. When they finally collapsed, breathless and sated, to the mattress, he gathered her in his arms, kissing her so tenderly, emotions billowed inside her. It was all too much, feeling the man she’d wanted for so long buried deep inside her, consumed by the emotions in his touch, the way he was looking at her like she was some sort of goddess, and knowing this was all it could ever be. She wanted to memorize every little thing about them, but she buried her face in his neck, afraid her eyes would give her heart away.
Ezra moved her hair off her face and kissed her shoulder. “That was incredible.”
“Mm-hm,” she murmured against his skin. As she lay in his arms, surrounded by the scent of their intimacy, anxiety about what would happen next crept in. She wasn’t ready for their night to end. She wanted more, but what if he didn’t? What if he just saidthanksand got up to leave? Her heart hurt at the thought. She had to get ahold of her runaway emotions, or she was going to be a mess when he left. “I’ll be right back.”
As she rolled away to get out of bed, he pulled her back to him and kissed her. “New rule. No leaving the bed without a kiss.”
Happiness pushed her earlier worries away. “I didn’t know we had rules.”
“Neither did I, until you tried to escape.”
“I see how you are,” she teased. “Mild-mannered therapist by day, demanding rule maker by night?”
“With you, I guess I am.”
He kissed her again, and she headed into the bathroom feeling high.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a tangled mess, her cheeks were flushed, and there was a new, happier light in her eyes. How could there not be? She’d waited a lifetime to be with him, and her dreams were finally coming true. Even if only in secret.
After she freshened up, she went to join him and found him climbing out of bed, tall and broad and gloriously naked. He leaned in for a kiss on his way into the bathroom. How could it feel so natural? And why, after he closed the door, did she get nervous again?
Should she get dressed? Get back into bed?
She saw his shirt on the floor and desperately wanted to put it on, but if he chose to leave, he’d need it. She was still trying to decide what to do when he came out of the bathroom with a sexy smile and a wanting look in his eyes. His half-hard cock dangled temptingly between his thick thighs as he drew her into his arms and nuzzled against her neck. “Trying to figure out how to get rid of me?”
“Quite the opposite, but I wasn’t sure if you’d want to leave.”
“Leaving is the last thing I want to do.” He nipped at her jaw, making all her no-longer-lonely parts tingle with anticipation. “Are you up for round two?”
“Rounds two, three, four…” She went up on her toes, meeting him in a deep, sensual kiss. They tumbled onto the bed in a tangle of gropes and kisses, their laughter filling the room—and her heart.
Chapter Thirteen
