Not only did he not forget, he planned this. If I wasn’t soaking my underwear before, I am now. To mess with him, I lick the rim of the bottle.
A deep rumble sounds in the room. “You’re playing with a loaded gun, Belle.”
“What exactly is that gun loaded with?”
With another growl, he tips the bottle and whiskey coats my tongue, waking my taste buds. Holding my gaze, he takes a pull, sets the bottle down, and claims my mouth.
I open for him automatically. Warm whiskey trickles into my mouth, and the flavor is softer but richer with him in it. I moan and wrap my arms around his neck. He grips my thighs and pushes himself between my legs, deepening the kiss.
I’ve been waiting for this. I’m wrapped around him, and he’s all restrained power and solid muscle. Caramel and oaky tones hit my tongue with each stroke of his. I’ll never be able to see a bottle and not think of how he scrambled my brains with nothing but a kiss.
He pushes my skirt up, but keeps going to brush his fingers over my abdomen. His touch is electric, sizzling along my skin and waking me up in ways I never thought could happen. When he reaches my breasts, I arch into him, breaking the kiss. I need that pressure.
He works a path along my jaw and down my neck. “I know you’re going to taste so fucking good.”
I take a second to catch on that he’s not talking about the kiss. He yanks me to the edge of the desk. His knees hit the floor, leaving his head right where I need to be satisfied.
Windows surround us. Anyone who takes the stairs will see me with my dress bunched around my waist, my knees spread, and Durban between them. My heart pounds harder.
He kisses the inside of my thighs and energy zips from my core and up my spine. “No one’s going to see us.”
“What if your brother or Cruz comes to find us?”
“They won’t.” He grips my hips and drags his mouth and nose up my leg. “I want to rip this fucking underwear off.”
I picked one of my favorite pairs this morning.They’re lacy and sheer and a poor decision for actual, functional use. They’re perfect for a guy to see. Right now, I hate them too.
“But I’m not going to.” He pulls the fabric away from my pussy with his teeth and lets it go. I can feel how damp it is on the recoil. I soaked through them before he even put my ass on the table.
He licks me through the fabric and a shudder racks my body. A moan slips out, sounding loud in his office.
He brushes his strong hands up my legs, the calloused, roughened fingertips rasping against my skin. He moves my underwear aside, his hot breath gusting over me. Everything’s so sensitized, I’ll come from that alone.
“I fucking need this.” His voice is ragged, his eyes ravenous when he looks up at me.
“I’m the one who’s going to come.” I sound breathless.
He brushes his thumb over me, dragging it through my wetness. “Yeah, you fucking are.”
He traces the path his thumb took with his tongue, and everything inside me coils tighter. I drop my head back and my knees fall open wider. He reverses his route until he lands on my clit and then he’s ruthless. Pleasure courses through my blood, each wave higher than before.
“Oh God, Durban.” It’s not going to take long. I’ve been wound up tight for too long. And with each stroke of his tongue, he loosens me up until I’m rolling my hips against him.
I put my boots on his shoulders, keeping the heels from digging into him, but he continues devouring me like it gives him life. Then he pulls back. I whimperfrom the loss of sensation. I’ve never been this needy before.
“Are you wondering why I stopped?” he asks roughly.
I nod, and he teases my entrance with his finger. I have to be dripping thanks to how much he’s worked me up, but I don’t care. I want more.
I try to rock forward, but he stops me with his shoulders.
“I like you like this.” He pushes his finger in just a little more, filling me, but not enough. I’m vibrating on a razor’s edge of need. Just a little more and I’ll splinter apart in the most delicious of ways. “Your eyes are shining and your lips are extra plump. See how your legs are shaking?” He pushes in another inch and it’s like he took a tuning fork to my limbs. “You should feel how hard I am.”
“Does it hurt?” I roll my hips, seeking more, but he’s withholding it. Is this what he’s going through?
“Goddamn agony, Belle.” His eyelids slide down and he dives back in.
I bark out a cry that I hope doesn’t carry down the stairs, but with his finger thrusting inside of me and his tongue lapping at me, I have a hard time caring. The peak is within my reach and he’s propelling me there both faster and slower than I’m ready for.
