Page 46 of A Taste of Whiskey
EZRA AWOKE TO the feel of Sasha’s soft body intertwined with his hard frame, her warm breath whispering over his chest. They’d fallen asleep lying on their sides embracing, her knee tucked between his legs and her cheek resting on his chest. They were still in the same position, holding each other just as tightly, as if neither wanted the other to get away. He smiled to himself. He’d been fantasizing about being close to Sasha for years, but nothing he’d conjured had come close to how incredible it was to hold her in his arms, taste her on his lips, and make love to her all night long.
His gaze moved over the half-empty bag of M&M’s they’d snacked on in the middle of the night and the empty condom packages on the nightstand, bringing an onslaught of memories and a rush of emotions. Afraid of what those emotions would do to him, he struggled to lock them down and shifted his gaze, looking for something else to focus on. Sunlight streamed in through the curtains, reminding him of the way Sasha had snuck into his life all those years ago. When he’d seen her climb out of his buddy’s car at that party, looking as shell-shocked as she had intrigued, without an introduction or even a glance in his direction, she’d outshone everyone around her.
Sasha snuggled closer, making a sleepy sound. “You’re still here.”
He ran his hand down her back, caressing her gorgeous ass. “Did you think I’d take off without telling you?”
“Maybe.” She tipped her smiling face up.
She looked so damn beautiful, she took his breath away, and a little bashful, which made his chest feel squirrely. He wanted to protect her, to take away the nervousness he knew she felt about what they’d done and what he hoped they would continue to do, but if he had any hope of not being found out, he also had to keep his own emotions in check.
He kissed her softly. “That would be breaking our number-one rule.”
“Speaking of rules, how does this morning-after stuff work? Are there rules about leaving? Am I supposed to make an excuse and kick you out?”
“You’ve got this friends-with-benefits thing all wrong.” He moved over her and laced their hands together, pinning hers to the mattress on either side of her head. “There is no kicking out.Ever.”
“Ever?” Her eyes danced with mischief. “What if I get tired of you?”
“That won’t happen,” he said arrogantly.
“What if my father knocks on the door? I can’t tell you to leave through the window?”
He didn’t even want to think about that. “Does he come over in the morning often?”
She shook her head, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Never.”
“You wicked thing.” He nipped at her neck, earning another giggle. “Now you’re in for it.” He bit her earlobe just hard enough to make her gasp and giggle. “Don’t fuck with me, Bo Peep.” He ran his tongue along the shell of her ear and sucked the lobe into his mouth, earning a sexy moan.
“If this is what I get for fucking with you, I think I’m going to have to continue.”
“Youarea troublemaker.” He released her hands, kissing a path down her chest and across the swell of her breast. “Just be honest with me. If you want me to leave, tell me.” He lowered his mouth over her nipple, teasing it with his tongue.
She bowed off the bed beneath him, clutching his arms. “What if I want you tostay?”
He trailed open-mouthed kisses along her ribs. “Then you’ll have to feed me.” He met her lustful gaze. “And fair warning. I’m ravenous this morning.”
“Ohdarn. A hot, hungry man in my bed? What ever will I do?”
“Hopefully scream the right name when I make you come.” He nipped at her ribs.
She giggled again, and he turned those sweet sounds into moans of pleasure as he kissed, licked, nipped, and sucked his way down her body, cherishing every inch of her. She clawed at the sheets as he teased her most sensitive nerves, and she pleaded for more when he devoured her slick heat. He pushed two fingers inside her, using his mouth where she needed it most, and she dug her heels into the mattress as his name flew loud and unabashedly from her lungs.Music to my fucking ears.Desire pounded through him, but bringing her pleasure was the highest of highs, and he wanted more of it. As she came down from the peak, eyes closed, her body shuddering, he sent her right back up to the edge. He teased and taunted, holding her on the verge of release, loving the sinful sounds of her begging for more as she trembled and writhed.
“Open your eyes, beautiful.”
She shot him a desperate look, her hazel eyes brimming with need. Using his hands and mouth, he sent her soaring again. This time when she collapsed to the mattress, he loved his way up her body, earning more gasps and giggles.
“Your scruff tickles.”
“Good.”
He snagged the last of the string of condom packages from the nightstand and went up on his knees to roll it on. She watched him with hungry eyes and reached for him as he came down over her. He had every intention of going slow, but as he gathered her in his arms and their bodies came together, she felt too fucking good. “Damn, baby. I’ve never felt anything so perfect as being inside you.”
“I thought I’d dreamed up how good we felt,” she whispered incredulously.
She couldn’t know what hearing that did to him. He captured her mouth, pouring all of his pent-up emotions into their connection, and there was no holding back. They lost themselves in a frenzy of greedy gropes, lustful thrusts, and breathless kisses as they were transported into ecstasy.
When they finally fell sated and spent to the mattress, he gathered her in his arms, kissing her forehead, trying again to shut down the emotions swamping him, but it was a losing battle. He should know better than to try to fool himself into thinking they were only fucking or scratching an itch. This was Sasha Whiskey, the woman he’d wanted for so long, he could barely remember a time when he didn’t. But he had to find a way to keep his feelings in perspective for both their sakes, and that meant keeping them to himself.
