Page 39 of Whiskey Chase
“Let’s get you some water, big guy.” I led him into the house. We made it as far as the foyer before Devlin grabbed me and pinned me against the door. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”
“Okay,” I breathed.
His mouth seemed to operate just fine under the influence. I certainly had no complaints.
“God,” I breathed. Devlin crushed his lips to mine and hoisted me up, wrapping my legs around his hips.
When he touched me, it felt like I had straight whiskey flowing through my veins. He wasn’t gentle with me, and I liked that. I liked him rough around the edges, not tip-toeing around being careful.
I just wanted more and more of him. His muscles bunched under the cotton of his t-shirt as he held me there suspended between him and the wood of the door.
“I can’t get enough,” he whispered.
I was dizzy with it. His words, his touch, his taste. I wanted it all and so much more. I ached for him.
He shoved his hand under my shirt and the feel of his skin against mine made me moan against his mouth.
“Baby, I need you,” he confessed. It almost undid me.
“Dev, we can’t do this,” I whispered.
His hand found my breast through my sports bra, and he made a low rumble in his chest. My head fell back against the door with a thunk. I could feel him harden against me—another body part that didn’t need sobriety to function well. I shifted against him desperate to get some of that friction I was so hungry for.
Every touch left me needy for more.
“Dev,” I gasped when he sank his teeth into my neck. My arm flailed of its own volition and knocked a painting off the wall.
“Mmm?”
“Honey we can’t do this right now,” I told him even as I helped him wrestle my shirt over my head.
He pulled back looking dazed, and I felt his cock pulse against me. I shivered with dark, carnal thoughts. “We can’t do this because you’re drunk.”
“Pretty sure all the important parts are working,” he said. His cock throbbed in agreement.
I gave a strangled laugh. Never in my life had I been in this position before. “No, I mean, I don’t know if you really want to do this because you’re drunk or because you want me.”
He shifted his hips against me, and I purred like a damn cat when his erection rubbed in exactly the right spot. “I’m sure I want to.”
“You are killing me right now, Devlin. I need you to be sober as a judge and then tell me you want me. That’s the only way this is going to happen.”
He dropped his forehead to mine.
“How long do you think it’ll take me to sober up? Five minutes? Ten?”
He let me slide down the door slowly until my feet were on the floor.
I laughed. “Have you ever been drunk before?”
“Pssh. I went to college and law school.”
“But since then?” I pressed.
He shook his head. “It doesn’t help your career to be seen drunk in public.”
“A career in politics sounds really boring.”
“Small price to pay to shape our country,” he said in a deep voice.
