“This isn’t...” She swallows and I keep a good inch between us. “This isn’t part of our agreement.”
“You’re stressed.”
She nods, and her eyes shimmer. “I got myself all worked up.”
Fuck me. She’s worked up in all the wrong ways, but I know all the right ones. I tsk. “There you go. Seems you need some relief.”
“Durban?”
The nervous thread in my name gives me pause. “Yeah?”
“Is it only our agreement? Like... friends with benefits?”
The corner of my mouth tips up. “Are we friends, Belle?”
Her breath gusts across my chin. “Something like that.”
I had a benefits-only relationship for the last four years, even if I didn’t know it at the time. I should run. I want more. But I want Campbell, and without this wedding or the pressure it’s causing, there wouldn’t bean us. I wrap my other hand around her waist. “Do you want me to relieve your stress?”
“I want...” Her heavy-lidded gaze strokes over my face. A light breeze ruffles her hair. “You.”
She’s bold, honest, and vulnerable when she says that. It’s my undoing. I lift her to the counter and position myself between her legs. “I want you spread out beneath me and at my mercy.” Her lips puff apart and I claim them, sweeping my tongue inside. She doesn’t taste like whiskey tonight. Crisp water and my cooking. A possessive part of me rears up. Damn right her flavor comes from me caring for her.
I break the kiss to lift the shirt over her head. I push her back until she’s sprawled on the tabletop so she’s ready. My next favorite meal. I bunch it up and slide it under her head. “Does that flush when you get angry cover your whole chest when you come?” I trail my fingers down her neck and over her sternum, stopping at the lace border of her bra.
Birds sing in the distance. It’s wide open out here, yet we’re more isolated than we’ve ever been. I finally have her all to myself.
She bites her lip. “Only when I come really hard.”
“Is that a challenge, Belle?” I slide the cups of her bra down until her rosy pink nipples pop free. A groan rips from me and I cup one breast, rolling her tight peak under my fingertips.
“Just an FYI. I’m ready to come really hard.” She sounds breathless, and she arches into my touch.
“You can be nice and loud here.” I unhook her bra and drape it over the chair. Thank fuck her pants are easy enough to slide off. She lifts her legs for me.
If I stopped to appreciate the beauty of her spreadon the table with her hair fanning around her, I’d be captivated. Enthralled. My very own whiskey siren, tempting me away from the careful plans that keep me isolated and alone.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I lean down and put my mouth right where the wet spot on her underwear is. I lick out and taste her through the fabric.
“God, Durban.” She groans and rolls her hips into me.
“I’m only getting started.” I peel her underwear down. She plants her heels on the edge of the table and I push her knees apart. She gets fucking wetter the more I look. I drag a finger through it and her whole body trembles. “This pretty pink pussy of yours is all I can think about.”
She tenses like she’s going to get self-conscious and close her legs. I don’t bother sitting. I stoop down, bracing a leg behind me, and lick through her soaked seam.
“Oh God!”
“Be fucking loud,” I say over her swollen clit before I claim it as my own.
Her moans ring through the trees and she buries her hand in my hair. She tugs at my scalp as I feast. I push her legs up farther, opening her completely to me. I want her powerful orgasm. I want to see her flush. I want to sink into her when she’s spent and ready for me.
Need pounds at my temples. I force myself to ease back. She releases my hair and meets my hungry gaze.
“Are you going to let me inside of you tonight?” I push a finger in so she knows what I mean. Her tits rise and fall, her pearled nipples straining for the sky.
“I can’t wait,” she says on an exhale.
I push another finger in. My erection is digging into my zipper, but I welcome the pain. I’d shoot my load with no warning otherwise. “Do I have to go get condoms?”
