Fuck. I can’t keep the moan in that sneaks out of my throat.
Those green eyes are like lasers, cutting through me over her sultry smile. “You know, when a woman does a body shot on a man, it’s usually poured here—” She darts out her tongue to scald that spot again. “—or here.”
She moves lower and nips at the soft skin of my belly button.
An arc of electricity makes me jump with the pinch of her teeth.
I can’t catch my breath. She’s so close, her elbows propping on my legs, her hands dragging down my sides.
“I’ve never done—” I choke before I say more.
Anything. This is all sointense.
She has to know, right?
“Maybe let’s have that drink, hmm?” Leaning closer, her body presses against mine as her mouth hovers inches from crashing into me.
Her snug corset that barely contains her breasts rubs over the scrapes on my chest.
The pain is a damn blessing. Three more seconds and I’d be losing control just from the feel of her body.
But then she straightens with a bottle.
“Do you want me to—” Her nail drags down my sternum, through the center of the lipstick stains, leaving a faint pink line over my abs.
She stops at my belt buckle.
“—teach you?” Her red lips purse as the tip of her finger traces the gilded edge.
I swallow hard and nod.
“No, little boy.” Raising her hand from my belly, she clasps my chin, squeezing my cheeks. “Grown ups use our words. Tell me what you want.”
Her grip is a drug, jet fuel surging through my veins.
The truth pools like a thick syrup on my tongue. “You,” I finally manage to croak.
“That’s the right answer.” She backs up a step and pulls the top from the tequila. “Now get on your knees.”
My cock aches when I move, pinching against the stiff seam of my zipper.
But I don’t care. I’m at her mercy.
“There you go. Take these off.” She plucks at the tattered wings, tugging them over my shoulders.
Feathers cascade around us when she tosses them to the floor.
I just want her to touch me again.
“Do you know what a lieback shot is?” Her fingers rake furrows through my hair sending sparks in winrows into my scalp.
I almost shake my head. “No,” I grunt as an afterthought.
Her cheek teases up. It’s like she knows I nearly forgot to talk.
Tracing her nails down my jaw, she tilts my chin to the ceiling and bends so that her hot breath lavishes over me.
Why does it make me tingle when her thumb plays over my lower lip like that?
