Page 82 of Wildflower and Whiskey
We set up Braden’s crib in the room next door together, him tightening screws, me smoothing the sheets. By the time we were done, Braden was rubbing his eyes and mumbling nonsense to his toy fox. Phoenix lifted him into the crib, his voice a low rumble. “Sleep tight, buddy.”
When he turned back, the house had gone still. He moved in closer, brushing a loose strand of hair from my face. “You okay?”
I nodded. “Better than okay.”
“I’m glad,” he said softly, his thumb trailing down my cheek. “Because I’ve been trying to do this right.”
I barely had time to ask what he meant before his mouth met mine, gentle at first, then sure. His kiss was everything I needed. My hands found the front of his shirt, and he deepened the kiss, one hand sliding to the small of my back.
He drew back just enough to rest his forehead against mine. “Confession,” he murmured. “I’ve been thinking we should christen the place.”
Heat skittered low in my belly. “The whole place?”
“The kitchen,” he said, crossing to me. “The hall.” His fingers traced my hip. “That ridiculous leather chair.” His mouth brushed my jaw. “And, if you’re still on your feet, our bed.”
“Ambitious,” I breathed.
“I’m motivated.” His smile deepened.
“Me too,” I encouraged, just as hungry as he was. The last number of days had been filled with tension. With Phoenix staying awake at night, standing guard, but tonight I needed himin a different way. I needed his body naked and warm against mine. “Make me forget my troubles. I only want to think of you, of us.”
His hands framed my face and then slid down, mapping me like he had hours to do it and intended to use every one. I pressed into him, greedy and reckless. We undressed each other, his shirt, my sweater, the soft catch of my breath when his mouth found the fragile place below my ear and stayed there just long enough to make my knees turn unreliable.
“Kitchen,” he murmured against my throat, and it wasn’t a question.
We moved together, quiet and breathless, pausing in the doorway to check the monitor on his phone, Braden a tiny curve of sleep on the screen. I ran to the kitchen laughing as Phoenix chased after me, then we were at the counter. Phoenix dropped to his knees and peeled my leggings and panties off me in one sweep. His warm mouth pressed soft kisses against my stomach. Then he was back on his feet, lifting me onto the counter like it was nothing, like I’d always belonged right here. The cool stone under my thighs, his hands hot where they gripped. His mouth pressed to mine, I urgently opened his belt buckle, then I popped the button on his jeans and shoved my hand inside his boxers, wrapping my hand around his girth. A low guttural groan escaped him, and I felt his need hit me between my thighs.
“Easy there, Wildflower,” he said pulling back. Before I knew what was happening, he dropped his head between my thighs and started spreading kisses along my inner thigh. I was dripping wet for him as the delicious drag of his mouth moved to the apex of my thighs. With one hand he spread my thighs wider, and I used my hands to brace myself on the counter. When his tongue made contact with my bundle of nerves, I cried out. He developed a hungry rhythm of licking and sucking while mouthing dirty words, like how good my pussy tasted. He wasdriving me higher and higher; my heartbeat was erratic as my pussy clenched.
“Phoenix,” I moaned. He worshiped me with hunger, every motion of his deliberate while coaxing me higher.
“Wildflower,” he breathed. “Keep your eyes open. Watch how much I enjoy eating you.”
I did as he said and watched the hunger inside him. He was my undoing. He always had been, even before I could define what I felt for him. I was climbing higher as he inserted two fingers inside me, and when he flicked my nub with his tongue and pumped inside me, groaning about how hard this made him; I lost it.
The wave took me, sharp and bright, and I clung to the counter, shaking. He held on to me with one strong hand while the other worked me over. The orgasm hit in waves that felt like it could go on forever. I was hungry for it, enjoying every roll of ecstasy he was delivering. He didn’t relent as I cried out over and over, my limbs boneless. I hadn’t realized my eyes had shut until I was coming back down to earth and my breaths slowed a little. That’s when Phoenix eased me down from the edge of the counter, he kissed me on my mouth and I could taste myself on him.
“I want you to taste what I taste,” he muttered between the kisses that felt like a vow, palms smoothing my hips as if to memorize them after.
“Hall,” I whispered, half-laughing, half-high, and he laughed too, low and wrecked, and he lifted me again.
We didn’t make it far, just to the shadowed stretch where the wall met a framed print of the orchard in summer. His mouth slanted over mine again and again, slower now, deeper. He turned me to face the wall.
“Palms on the wall, Elyna,” he ordered, and I loved this side of Phoenix. I loved everything about him. The words in my mindhit me hard, but I wasn’t going to fight them either. The new me was going to embrace whatever this was. “I want to take you from behind.”
I heard his jeans rustling and turned to see them pool on the floor as he stepped out of them, along with his boxers.
“That’s unfair, I don’t get to see you this way,” I groaned.
“You want to see me?” he asked, turning my shoulder gently to face him.
His right fist wrapped around his cock and he began to stroke himself. My knees grew weak. “Phoenix,” I moaned.
“You like what you see?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Are you wet for me again, Wildflower?”
