I lean in ever so slightly and nip at her plump bottom lip.
Her breath hitches as she gazes at me through hooded eyes. “Are you gonna kiss me, Cowboy?”
I tilt her chin with my knuckles, brushing my thumb along the underside of her jaw.God, I missed her.“Is that what you want, Callie baby?”
She draws in a shaky breath. “Yes.”
“Are you going to tell me why you’re upset?”
She closes her eyes and jerks her head from side to side. “Mmm… no.”
“Then no kisses.”
“Fine. What about a hurricane shot?”
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
She shrugs and finishes the last of her martini. “It’ll make me feel better.”
“Fine.” I flag Cade down and let out a ragged sigh. “My girl wants to do a hurricane shot. You cool with that?”
“So long as you’re the one getting slapped in the face and you both consent, I don’t give a shit.”
I help Callie onto the bar. She parts her thighs as I slide the fabric of her skirt up just enough to fit my hips between them. The stockings give way to bare flesh, and I realize what I thought were tights are actually a sexy pair of thigh-highs attached to a garter. She shivers from the slight brush of my fingertips on her soft skin. I close my eyes and think of something, anything, to staunch the arousal.
Derivatives, land contracts, horse shit.
Cade deposits a shot glass and a cup of water beside us and settles back against the wall to watch the show. He’s not the only one. Half the bar is watching us now.
“You’re sure you wanna do this?” I ask her.
“Yes. Are you?”
“Anything for you.” I pick up the shot glass and hold it between us. “Ready?”
She nods.
Right on cue, the bar patrons start to count down.
Three.
Two.
One.
I down the shot, and Callie throws a cup of water in my face seconds before her palm connects with my left cheek. The burn of the whiskey is dulled by the shock from the slap, but all of it is overpowered by the way my dick is straining against my zipper. Why was that so fucking hot?
Callie takes another shot I hadn’t noticed and throws it back. Before she swallows, she grips my face in both hands and seals her lips over mine. The liquor transfers between us. The sweetness, combined with a flavor that’s all Callie, is the best damn chaser in the world.
I swallow it and kiss her like we’re the only two people in the room. I’m distantly aware of people cheering, lost to the way this woman is taking control of the kiss. She moans into my mouth, and I drink it down greedily.
When she finally releases me, we’re both breathless. My vision is hazy, but I can still make out the slight blush to her cheeks and the lazy smile spreading across her perfect fucking mouth.
“Dirty girl, I thought I said no kisses.”
Her lips pull into a thin line as she tries and fails to hide her devious grin.
“Do you feel better?” I ask.
