Page 49 of Wildflower and Whiskey
“You know,” he said, swirling the glass in his hand, “this place feels different now. Like it’s really yours.”
“Because of the crib?” I asked.
“Because of the crib,” he confirmed. “Because of Braden. Because of you.” His gaze dropped to my mouth. “And because of us.”
Heat spread low in my stomach. I set my glass down before I spilled it, suddenly too restless to sit still. “You’re awfully sentimental tonight.”
“You cooked me dinner,” he said simply. “What did you expect? You know the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”
I laughed, shaking my head, but the sound caught in my throat when he reached for me.
“Come here, Elyna.”
I went, because there was no resisting the low drawl of his voice.
The kiss started slow, teasing at first, then moved to exploratory as his mouth brushed mine. His hands slid over my hips as he guided me onto his lap, my knees bracketing his thighs, my body already humming with need.
“Different tonight,” he murmured against my lips. “Slow. I want to feel everything.”
My breath caught. He’d taken me hard and fast before, and I’d loved every second. But this felt different. It felt special.
His hands roamed up my back, under my shirt, fingertips skimming my skin like he had all the time in the world. He kissed me until I was dizzy, until I forgot my own name. Then he pulled back, eyes dark.
“Take this off for me.” His voice was low and rough.
I peeled my shirt over my head, my heart pounding as his gaze devoured me. He leaned in, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, across the swell of my breasts until I was trembling in his lap.
“Phoenix…” I whispered desperately.
“Patience,” he murmured, tugging down my bra straps, kissing the skin he exposed. “Let me take my time with you.” I could tell Phoenix was experienced. He was a generous lover and I hated that Patricia entered my mind. She was young and gorgeous with a body of a model, but I worked hard to push the thought away. He said I was the only woman for him and, as long as I’d known Phoenix, he’d never been a liar.
He slowly removed the leggings and panties I was wearing, leaving me bare, and then his mouth was on my inner thigh. A soft moan escaped me as he worked his way toward the apex of my thighs. When his mouth landed between my thighs and his tongue teased my clit in a back-and-forth motion, I arched into him, my body erupting in lust and heat. He alternated between kissing, sucking, and soothing with soft licks of my clit. He was slowly unraveling me in the best way possible.
“Please,” I gasped, fingers threading through his hair.
He shifted, laying me back against the futon, memorizing every inch of me. His hands stroked my thighs, as his mouth worked me over and I was squirming beneath him. When he picked up pace I nearly cried out. His strokes grew hungrier, and he had me clawing at the cushions.
“You’re so damn sweet,” he groaned against me. “I could stay here all night.”
I bucked against him, desperate. “Phoenix. . .”
Then he paused and I felt the loss of his mouth on me.
“Why?” The question was more of a disappointed pout and it bought me a crooked grin from him. He sheathed his cock witha condom. I was so wet and swollen for him I still felt myself clenching around nothing.
Then he climbed back up my body until he reached my lips and kissed me fiercely, his body pressing mine into the futon. He guided himself into me with a groan, filling me slowly, deliberately, until I was shaking.
“Feel that?” he whispered in my ear, thrusting deep and slow. “That’s me. All of me. Not letting you go.”
Tears stung my eyes from the sheer intensity of it. I wrapped my legs around him, clinging, meeting him thrust for thrust as the slow burn built higher and higher.
It was different this time. Not frantic. Not wild. It was deep, consuming, a rhythm that made me feel cherished and wrecked all at once.
“Phoenix,” I gasped, nails digging into his back.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he groaned, hips moving in steady, powerful strokes. “Come with me.”
My release tore through me, shattering me. My whole body arched and trembled as he followed with a guttural moan, spilling into me as he buried his face against my neck. We lay tangled on the futon, a sheen of sweat coating our skin, our hearts still racing. He brushed my hair back, kissed my temple, and whispered, “You and Braden are it for me.”
