Page 92 of Pour Decisions
The moment we crossed the threshold, our hands were groping, mine pulling her tight sweater over her head, her reaching for the hem of my Henley. In seconds, we were naked, and I settled my hands on her hips, pushing her toward the bed. She folded when her knees met the edge, landing softly on her back on the mattress.
With her hair splayed out around her, all of her smooth, olive skin on display, her subtle curves and modest chest? She was every one of my wet dreams come to life.
I leaned in and slanted my mouth over hers. She tasted like her namesake. Like the smooth, smoky bite of whiskey. Like that first sip coating my taste buds at the end of a long day. Soothing warmth with the promise that everything would be right in the world once I got to the bottom of the glass, once the tension in my shoulders and jaws and temples had eased.
She tasted like mine and looked like forever.
I knelt on the mattress and settled between her thighs, simply staring at her.
“What’re you doing?”
“Looking at you.”
“Why?” The self-consciousness was evident in her tone, and she shifted slightly to band her arm over her breasts.
I traced a finger over her lips, marveling at their softness, and using my other hand to pull her arm away from her chest. “Don’t hide from me, Whiskey. Every inch of you is perfect. You look…”
“Like what?” she prompted when I trailed off.
“You look like I’m done looking.”
Delia’s smile was brighter than the sun. “Guess you got more than you bargained for when you agreed to partner with me,” she said.
“I’ve made some poor decisions in my life,” I said, bending until I was a breath away from her lips. “But letting you into it was not one of them.”
She smiled. “I did say you wouldn’t find anyone better.”
I pressed my mouth to hers, back up a bit and said, “And you were right.”
“I usually am.”
“I guess I better reward you for being the smartest woman alive then.”
“About time.”
I growled and captured her lips, devouring her, pushing her into the mattress. Her hands were everywhere: my hair, my chest tweaking my nipples, nails scraping down my back, settling on my ass, pulling me closer.
Like a key fitting to a lock, my cock notched at her entrance, her desire coating my tip. I reached between us to brush it across her slit, spreading that moisture down my entire length.
“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, Whiskey,” I said. “And I get tested regularly. They’ve all come back clear.”
“Is that your way of asking if it’s okay to fuck me bare?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I’m happy to report that I have also been celibate for a long time, and my last annual also came back clear.AndI’m on birth control.”
“You and TJ never…?”
She shook her head vigorously. “That wasn’t…there wasn’t anything there. I was only trying to forget how badly I wanted a certain quarterback.”
“Retired,” I growled, though joy bloomed in my chest with the knowledge that I hadn’t been alone in the wanting her all these months like I’d thought.
Her fingertips trailed over the ridges of my abdomen. “Hottestretiredquarterback I’ve ever seen.” Her gaze flicked up to mine, her whiskey irises aflame. “HottestmanI’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” I said, then slowly slid home.
With a moan, she took me perfectly, hips tilting to accept all of me in one steady thrust.
