Page 37 of Wildflower and Whiskey
“Elyna.” His voice was hoarse. “You’re gonna undo me.”
“I’m already undone,” I confessed, baring myself in a way I had never done before. It felt raw and freeing all at once.
He cursed under his breath, then kissed me hard, his body grinding into mine. I felt the thick press of him through his jeans, and my hips moved on instinct, chasing the friction. A whimper escaped me, raw and unguarded, and his answering groan rumbled against my lips.
“Don’t be quiet,” he muttered, slipping his hand into my panties. “Not for me.”
His fingers found me slick, swollen, and ready. I cried out softly, thankful Braden was a heavy sleeper once he was down for the night. I clutched at his shoulders. He stroked me slow at first, then deeper, harder, until my thighs trembled and my breath came in frantic bursts. He pressed his forehead to mine, watching me unravel.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said, voice ragged. “But this. . .” His fingers curled, hitting that spot that made me jolt. “This tells me you’ve been waiting.”
“I have.” My voice cracked, tears stinging my eyes. “I tried so hard to. . .”
“Don’t try,” he said, kissing me again. “Not with me.”
The pleasure built too fast, winding me tight, pulling me toward an edge I couldn’t resist. “Phoenix,” I gasped, clinging to him.
“Come for me,” he ordered.
I came and shattered around his hand, biting his shoulder to muffle my cries as my body convulsed, wave after wave dragging me under. He held me through it, whispering my name like a vow.
When I could breathe again, I realized how hard he was against me, straining against his jeans. I reached down, palming him through the denim. His breath hissed, his body jerking.
“Elyna. . .” His gruff voice was a warning and plea in one.
“I want you.” Truth is, I needed him. Needed the way he was making me feel cherished.
Those words did the trick and he shoved his jeans down just far enough, freeing himself, thick and hard in my hand. My panties went next, tugged aside in one impatient move. He lined himself up, eyes locking on mine, waiting.
“Please,” I whispered. He reached for the floor and grabbed a condom. I watched as he ripped the wrapper with his teeth and sheathed his cock. I knew Phoenix would have a large cock but I didn’t expect it to be so beautiful. It was long and smooth with just the right amount of girth.
With a guttural sound, he thrust inside me.
The stretch felt exquisite, a mix of pain and pleasure tangled together, and my head fell back with a cry. He stilled, trembling, giving me time.
“Look at me,” he insisted. His facial features tight and filled with lust. His dark eyes felt like they good see right through me.
I stared back and what I saw gutted me because the way he looked back hungry, reverent, and undone had me unraveling too quickly.
He moved slow at first and deep. Each thrust pushing me farther into the futon, driving me mad. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him faster. His hand slid under my back, arching me into him, and his mouth claimed mine, swallowing every moan.
“You feel so damn good,” he groaned. “So tight, so perfect.”
“Phoenix . . .” I clung to him, nails biting his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
“I couldn’t if I tried.”
The rhythm built, hard and relentless, until the futon creaked beneath us. My body clenched around his cock with each thrust sparking heat until I was climbing again, faster this time, desperate for release.
“I’m close,” I gasped.
“Me too.” His jaw clenched, sweat beading at his temple. He reached between us, thumb finding my clit, pressing just right.
I broke with a sob, my body spasming around him, pulling him deeper. He cursed, drove hard into me once, twice, then shuddered as he spilled inside me, groaning my name against my neck.
We collapsed together, sweaty, shaking, clinging like the world outside had disappeared. His weight pressed me into the futon, grounding me in a way I hadn’t felt in years.
When he finally lifted his head, his lips brushed mine, softer now. “If you apologize right now,” he whispered, “I’ll kiss you quiet again.”
