Page 63 of Tequila & Lace
Hearing encouraging words from Paul was all I needed. I took my stance and lifted my gun. Practicing my shooting at the range back in D.C., I used to imagine it was Marco’s face—or what I could remember from that dreadful night—plastered on the targets I shot at; now it was the face of the prick who tried to rape me.
I unloaded the entire magazine into the target, each one landing on the bullseye. As Paul had previously instructed, I flipped the safety on and lowered my glock, trying to get my breathing under control. I went stiff and froze, not remembering that Paul was standing behind me. I just blew my fucking cover. I knew it. When I turned around, Paul was gawking at me with his mouth open, trying not to smile.
“That has got to be the sexiest fucking thing I haveeverseen. I had a feeling you’d rock this shit.”
I set my gun down on the table, walked over to him and placed a chaste kiss to his lips. “All right, sexy, let’s see whatcha got.”
Walking past me, he gave my ass a little swat. “Watch and learn, baby, watch and learn.” Letting out a sigh of relief, I cursed myself. It was getting harder and harder to lie to him. I loved him. I didn’t want to lie. I didn’t want to hurt him. After taking a few more rounds each, we called it a day. Although I knew what I was doing, Paul was an amazing teacher. If Gabe was like him, they were going to be expanding the self-defense classes sooner rather than later.
Paul threw an arm around my waist and pulled me in. “Let’s get home, gorgeous. After what I just witnessed, I wanna get home and love hard on my girl.” He kissed me senseless, leaving me breathless…
Again.
Just through the garage door, Paul spun me around and grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me over his shoulder giving my ass a slap.
“I think we both need to unwind tonight, baby. I see a bottle of tequila, two shot glasses and you naked in the near future.”
“Oh, so you’re a fortune teller now?”
He plopped me down on the kitchen countertop and made his way over to the cabinet he always kept stocked with liquor. “What’ll it be tonight, gorgeous?”
“Um… Jose?”
“Good choice.” He winked at me and I blushed. I wasn’t sure I would ever tire of the way he had that effect on me.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
After setting the bottle next to my thigh, he made his way to the other side of the kitchen and pulled out two shot glasses and the table salt just before grabbing a lime from the fruit basket. When he turned and caught me staring, he let out a chuckle.
“What? You have done tequila shots before, right?”
I hopped off the counter and made my way over to him, grabbed the lime to slice it into wedges and repeated the words he’d said to me at the firing range. “Watch and learn, baby, watch and learn.”
Then I grabbed all of the contents out of his hands except one of the shot glasses and turned to pour myself some Cuervo while Paul made his way to the other side of the counter and leaned on his elbows to watch. Knowing he was watching me, I gave the area between my thumb and pointer finger on my hand a slow, long lick with the flat of my tongue and grinned when I heard him groan.
I sprinkled the salt onto the spot I’d licked, grabbed a lime wedge with the same hand and my shot of Jose with the other, and gave him my best devious smile. “Cheers.” I licked my hand and tossed back the tequila just before lifting the lime to my mouth and sucking it.
Paul stood up and slowly walked over to me. The look in his eyes caused the junction between my legs to spasm. He looked like a wild cat closing in on his prey. “Oh no, no, no, gorgeous. You did that all wrong. Who showed you how to do a tequila shot? Let’s correct this, shall we?”
I nodded and bit my lip, stifling a squeal as he grabbed my waist and hoisted me back up on the countertop. Pulling the strap of my tank top down my arm with my bra strap, his eyes met mine briefly before he lowered his to the side to untwist the top to the salt shaker with one hand and empty it onto the granite countertop before pouring himself a shot. When he moved his face back into my line of sight, he was smiling.
“As I’ve said before, the correct way…” He fused his mouth to mine causing me to moan just before he disconnected, placed a lime wedge between my lips and whispered into my ear, “Is to take the shot…”
Lowering his head, he ran his tongue along the skin at my collar bone. Goosebumps spread across my entire body and I knew if he kept this up, I was going to end up leaving a wet spot on the counter from how turned on he was making me. I closed my eyes and tipped my head to the side to give him more access.
His lips left my neck and a hand came up and rubbed the coarse salt where his mouth had been. He leaned back down near my ear, and while placing the shot glass between my tits, he whispered, “…off someone else’s skin.”
I could feel the abrasion of the salt against my skin as Paul licked it from my neck. He cupped both of my breasts and lightly ran his thumb pads over my now oversensitive nipples while taking the shot glass from in between them with his mouth. He threw his head back to help the alcohol slide down the back of his throat before catching the empty shot glass between our bodies and setting it beside us. He then reached up, grabbed my face with both hands as he took the lime from between my lips and gave it a quick suck before he let that fall between us before he claimed my lips.
“Your way ismuchbetter,” I panted.
“I don’t like this,” Paul groaned, crossing his arms as he watched me apply the final touches of my makeup.
“We’ve gone over this. It’s an S&R date.”
