Page 46 of Wildflower and Whiskey
“Elyna,” I said her name carefully.
She turned—eyes sharp but vulnerable. “I didn’t want to watch that.”
“Good,” I said, stepping closer. “Because there’s nothing to watch.”
She shook her head, with half a laugh, half a scoff. “She was practically purring.”
“I don’t care if she sang the damn alphabet. I’m not interested.”
Her eyes searched mine, and when she didn’t find a crack, her shoulders dropped. “I know. I just…”
“You just what?”
Her voice dropped. “I don’t want to be one of many.”
“You’re not.” I closed the distance, tipping her chin up. “You’re the only one I want.”
Her breath hitched. A playful smile teased her curved lips. I took a step toward her and wrapped my arm around her waist, drawing her in to me as my gaze locked on her lips and my mouth watered.
“You know, I probably shouldn’t be making out with my boss in the stockroom.”
“Guess I’ll have to fire you,” I murmured, lowering my mouth to hers.
The kiss was instant heat, a spark catching dry wood. Her hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer; mine locked at her waist, lifting her onto the table edge.
“Phoenix,” she whispered between kisses. “We’re gonna get caught.”
“Worth it.” I kissed her deeper this time.
Somewhere out front, Asher’s laugh boomed, Eric shouted about fries, and Becket told him to shut up. The brewery hummed on.
In here, it was just us.
I tugged her apron loose and tossed it aside. Then I found the hem of her shirt and slid it up. She raised her arms, letting mestrip it off, leaving her in a lacy bra I hadn’t known existed under her uniform. My mouth watered.
“Elyna,” I groaned, cupping her through the fabric before pulling it down to free her. She arched into my hands, a soft moan breaking from her lips.
Her fingers fumbled with my belt, desperate, until she got it undone. My jeans sagged, and her hand slipped inside, wrapping around me. My breath hitched hard.
“You’re playing with fire,” I warned, even as my hips bucked into her grip.
She smirked—lips swollen from kissing. “Then burn with me.”
I cursed and pulled a condom out of the pocket of my jeans, thankful I put one there this morning. With my cock sheathed, I shoved her panties aside, and slid into her in one smooth, claiming stroke. Her cry echoed off the shelves, and I swallowed it with another kiss, my hand cradling the back of her neck as I pressed deeper.
“Phoenix,” she gasped, nails digging into my shoulders. “Yes.”
The table rattled under us as I thrust harder, faster, needing more. She clung to me, meeting me thrust for thrust, her body gripping me like she’d been waiting for this as long as I had.
“You feel too good,” I groaned against her mouth. “I can’t. . .hell, Elyna. . .”
“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please, don’t stop.”
Her head tipped back, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent cry as she shattered around me. The feel of her pulsing tight pushed me over the edge, and I followed with a hoarse groan, burying myself deep as release ripped through me.
We stayed locked together, panting, the only sound our ragged breaths.
When I finally eased back, I kissed her again. It was slower this time, tender where before it had been fire. Her hands fisted in my shirt like she didn’t want to let go.
