Page 101 of Bourbon Bliss
“I know, they really are.”
“That’s it. I’m going to find Devlin and he better be ready to ask me to this dance.”
“Do you have plans tonight?” George asked. “I thought we might have a stay-in date night, if you’re not busy. I’ve missed you this week.”
“I’ve missed you too. I’d love a stay-in date night.”
“My place or yours?”
“I think yours is the better choice. Mine has Jonah, who is a perfectly decent roommate, but is also home tonight as far as I’m aware.”
“Mm,” he said. “A night alone with my June Bug. Whatever will I do with you?”
A tingle rushed down my spine. “That was a rhetorical question meant to be suggestive, wasn’t it?”
“Indeed it was.”
“Then given that the definition of a rhetorical question is one for which the asker doesn’t expect an answer, I’ll just say… I can think of several things.”
He kissed the tip of my nose. “Me too.”
* * *
Mellow hoppedover to George as soon as we arrived. I had to admit, she was extremely cute. Her diminutive size, soft white fur, and light blue eyes were quite appealing. She ran around us in a circle, her little nose twitching. George picked her up and brought her close to his face, touching their noses together.
Every time I saw him do that it made me think of babies.
We’d brought dinner with us, so we dished up onto plates. We sat together and ate, chatting about how our weeks had gone. Mellow was content, nibbling a treat of fresh greens.
After dinner, we decided on a movie. George turned it on, then sprawled out on the couch. He was so tall, he took up every inch.
“Where am I supposed to sit?” I asked.
He reached for me. “Come here.”
I settled down between his legs with my back against his front, my head resting against his chest. He leaned his cheek against my head, slid an arm around my waist, and pressed play.
Lying with him like this felt good. His body was warm, the firmness of his athletic frame both comforting and arousing. He traced little circles across my belly with his fingers and nuzzled his face against my hair.
His masculine scent deepened my relaxation, as did the feel of his chest as he breathed. His other hand slid up my ribcage to cup my breast over my shirt. He massaged it gently and a low groan emanated from his throat.
I shifted slightly, the hardness of his erection pressing into my back. I loved the way that felt. Up until now, the male anatomy had been somewhat alarming to me. My experiences with it hadn’t been entirely positive.
But I felt safe with George. The framework he’d created to gradually increase the intimacy of our interactions was working. I could feel the change happening inside me. My affection for him was growing, my desire to be close to him increasing. I was not only comfortable with his touch, I craved it—found myself wanting more.
He groaned into my ear as I moved again, pressing against his hard length. “Mm, June Bug. You feel so good.”
His hand slipped beneath my shirt. He teased my nipple while he kissed my ear. Waves of sensation shot through my body, traveling across my skin, in my veins, through my bones. His breath on my neck was warm, and he kept murmuring softly in my ear.
That exquisite pressure built between my legs. I rolled my hips, instinct taking over. I needed friction. Contact. Movement.
George slid his other hand down my belly, to the waistband of my pants. “I want to touch you, baby.”
“Yes. Please.”
He groaned, pushing his hips up so his erection dug into my backside. He wasted no time unfastening my pants and slid his hand into my panties.
“You want me to touch your pussy?” he asked softly in my ear. His fingers brushed lower, closer to where I needed him.
