Another deep sound rumbled from him. He kissed down my jaw and dragged his hand over my collarbone, between my breasts, to the base of the white shirt knotted at my waist.
We both watched him trail his fingers over the knot.
“I’m going to enjoy unwrapping you,” he murmured.
“Here?” I asked, breathless. Did I care?
No. I did not.
“I shut the cameras off.”
“You planned this?” I’d closed down thinking he would always be risk averse, that I would never be enough of a prize, and he’d planned to scramble my brains and my body.
“I was just going to ask you out. On a real date.” He tugged the hem of my shirt free. It fell loose. He deftly worked on the lowest button. “Either way, I wanted a private conversation between us, and to not get your rejection on camera.”
I could’ve laughed. Me? Telling him no? Tenor could ask me to plan a bank heist and I would if it meant getting his mouth on me again.
“So...” He flicked open two more buttons. A strip of my stomach was exposed. “You can relax and let me unwrap you like my very own birthday gift.”
The final button came free and the ends of the shirt fell to the side. He looked at my plain white bra like it was the sexiest strip of lace he’d ever seen.
He hooked a finger over the top of the cup of one and tugged it down. My nipple popped free. Appreciation darkened his eyes. He brushed a thumb over the tip and a shiver whispered over my skin.
“I knew they’d be fucking perfect.” He did the same on the other side. My nipples were puckered, begging for attention, but I couldn’t move. He gripped my hips and bent to draw one nipple into his mouth.
It was my turn to brace myself on the bar. I held on as he licked and palmed my breasts. The pressure inside me grew with no outlet. I squirmed again, seeking to find some relief.
He lifted his gaze and my pearled bud popped out of his mouth. “You’re a needy girl, aren’t you?”
“It’s not enough.”
His expression changed, the heat in his eyes consuming me. He dropped to his knees. His face was at my crotch and I almost sat up, but he still had me in his grip. “Don’t move.” His voice was low. Commanding. “I want you just like this. Open to me. Nowhere to go.”
The bar was empty, the whole distillery was, but I only had the small round seat I was sitting on.
He lifted my leg from the stool’s footrest and draped it over his shoulder. My hold on the edge of the bar tightened. My legs were spread and his face was right there. “Tenor.”
“I like when you say my name.” He kissed the inside of my thigh, working his way closer to the juncture. Need quivered inside of me.
“Tenor,” I said again. I was on edge, ready to combust. If he didn’t release the pressure humming between my legs, I might just implode, and then I’d miss out on everything.
Still, he took his damn time. My underwear was still on. A pink pair that didn’t show seams. Nothing fancy. But the way Tenor looked at them, it didn’t matter. His unyielding expression, the heat in his eyes—he wanted what was underneath.
“You’re wet for me.” He placed a kiss on the fabric, right over my covered clit.
A shudder made my boobs jiggle. “Yes.”
He tucked a finger under the seam and dragged it through my folds. “So hot. So soft.”
Nothing but a whimper left me. I was close to a release but so far away.
The corner of his mouth kicked up before he turned serious again. He tugged the underwear to the side. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done this, Goldilocks.”
“I have a feeling you’re going to do it just right.” Tremors ran up and down my spine. I was balanced on a precipice. If he backed away, deciding to wait or that he didn’t want to break his dry streak for me, I’d be left empty. Unfulfilled. Bereft. On the other side was a whole new world of pleasure. A place I’d only dreamed about with him.
He held my gaze as he closed the distance between his mouth and my pussy, then he licked through me.
“Oh god.” I arched toward him. Just like his kiss, he deepened the pressure, lengthened the strokes of his tongue, until he was centered on my clit. I let out a ragged moan.
