Page 26 of Bourbon and Bluebells

He was only joking, she knew it, but his words still hit her right in the chest. He was giving her a gift that no guy before him had. She was more used to guys who expected to hear those words from her but would never say them in return.

She wrapped her hand around him, loving the way his head fell back and he closed his eyes. “Yes, that’s it, Lizzie.”

She hesitated, and his eyes sprang open. “Shit! Sorry.”

She chuckled and shook her head. “It’s okay, Lee. Maybe those should be our bedroom names.” She tightened her fingers around him and worked her hand up and down his length.

He held her gaze and nodded slowly. “I don’t care what we call each other as long as we get to keep doing this.”

She agreed with him. She had to believe that he only meantkeep doing thisuntil morning. Even if she wished that they could keep doing it indefinitely.

When his hands came up and closed around her breasts, she lost track of her thoughts. Nothing mattered other than this moment and the way he made her feel. Her nipples tightened under his touch, and she lifted her hips, eager to feel him inside her again.

She stroked herself with the tip of him, desperate to take him yet still wanting to make the most of every moment. The moment he entered her came all too soon when he gripped her hips and pulled her down at the same time he thrust up.

“Oh God, Lee!”

“Lizzie!” The way he breathed her name sent little bolts of lightning zinging through her veins.

When he started to move, she moved with him in a rhythm that already felt familiar. Perhaps tomorrow, she’d allow herself to wonder how that could be. Especially when with the last guy she dated, they still didn’t have a rhythm that worked after months.

Then again, she doubted that she’d even remember the question by tomorrow. The way that Lee stretched her and filled her was driving every thought from her head. Every thought except how good he felt, how good they were together.

The pressure was building low in her belly and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She tried to hold back, wanting to make this last, but he met her gaze and shook his head. “Let yourself go for me. I want to feel you. I want to feel you come.”

“But … You …”

A small smile played on his lips. “You don’t need to worry about me. I need you to …”

He dropped his hand between them, and the moment his thumb strummed her clit, she moaned loudly. She brought a hand up to cover her mouth when she remembered that they were outside, on the balcony.

He chuckled beneath her, not letting up the rhythmic movement of his hips or his thumb that, between them, were driving her toward the edge.

“Don’t worry about it. I love the way you sound. I want to hear you. And our two rooms are the only ones with balconies on this side of the building. I checked. No one else is going to hear us.”

She wanted to focus on what he was saying, wanted to be grateful that he’d had the foresight to even think of such a thing, let alone to check it out. But her mind wasn’t up to the task of focusing. It was drifting away, floating on a wave of pleasure. When his thumb quickened the pace and he thrust up harder, she let herself go.

She couldn’t have worried about the noises she was making if she wanted to. “Yesss! Oh God, Lee! Yes!”

She could feel herself pulsating around him as he continued to pound into her. The first wave of her orgasm left her panting, feeling boneless. But he held her up, his hands gripping her hips as he continued to move inside her. A second wave hit her hard and she shuddered and moaned, not sure that she’d survive this one.

“Lee! Come with me, please!”

His fingers dug into her hips as he filled her one, two, three more times and then held deep. He grew impossibly bigger andharder, and she felt his release. It carried her higher and higher until she felt that she must dissolve. And then they crested the wave together and slowly descended back to reality. Though, as she slumped forward and pressed her face into his neck, she felt as though her reality had been altered. She didn’t see how she could ever be the same again after that.

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Bentley curled one arm around her and brought the other up to stroke her hair as he lay panting, trying to recover. Though, he wasn’t sure that he’d ever recover from that. There was no question that she was the best sex he’d ever had. And that wasn’t saying that sex hadn’t been good in the past. But it had never been like this. They just seem to fit together, to work together.

He stroked his hand over her hair, it was soft and silky under his fingers, even that felt right. He rested his head back against the pillow and stared up at the stars in the inky sky. This was one messed up situation. In thirty-seven years, he had never met a woman he wanted to be with long-term. Now, in the space of not much more than twenty-four hours he’d met one who had him thinking about the long term when that should be the furthest thing from his mind. Why did she have to be Russ’s daughter?

When she lifted her head, and her hazel eyes shone down at him, it felt like the more appropriate question was, did it matter that she was Russ’s daughter?

Her next words made his heart sink. Apparently, to her, it didn’t matter.

“You know at those family gatherings? When you know that I’m remembering the moon rise?” She chuckled and dropped a kiss on his lips. “Well, you can also know that I’m remembering this. Just don’t tell my husband. And I won’t tell your wife.”

He was being stupid, and he knew it. She was right. The scenario she was describing was most likely what would happen. But right now, coming down from one of the best orgasms of his life, he didn’t want to hear it, didn’t want to think about it.

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