"Don't care," he murmurs against my lips, walking me backward toward the small island.
"I'm serious!" I laugh breathlessly, trying to push him away even as my fingers curl into his shirt. "If my cousin walks in here and sees us?—"
"Then he'll turn around." Trigger grins wickedly, capturing my mouth again.
Somehow, I find the strength to pull my lips away from his, even though I want everything he's offering, and I turn, givinghim my back so he stops this maddening pursuit. "We have to get ready. We have a long day ahead, and the crew will be here soon to shoot."
"It can wait. My wife is stressed, and it's my job to take care of her," he says, his lips finding purchase on the back of my neck as he pushes my hair aside.
"We can't," I try again, even as I tilt my head, granting him more access.
His fingers gently drag over the backs of my thighs, leaving a decadent trail of goosebumps before both hands squeeze my ass hard.
"You're not going to win this one, sweetheart." He nips my earlobe before adding, "I'm in my kitchen, with my wife, and I'm hungry." The words vibrate through me as his fingers slip beneath the hem of my robe, finding me bare. "No panties." The smack that lands against my bare cheek echoes through the downstairs, and I gasp before biting my lip to stay quiet.
"I was coming right back upstairs to get dressed," I feebly attempt to argue.
"You should never come down here dressed like this with guests in the house." His middle finger glides through my folds with agonizing slowness, and every muscle in my body clenches. He teases me, the tip of his finger dipping inside, though not nearly enough, before withdrawing completely. "Now I have to teach you a lesson."
The loss of contact makes me whimper, but the sound dies in my throat when both palms come down hard on my cheeks with a crack that reverberates through the quiet room. I brace myself against the island, the unexpected sting catching me off guard. Then he's pulling me open, and I can't hold back my groan when his tongue traces between my cheeks.
His mouth is everywhere, claiming, tasting, owning. Sure, we've done this before, but his mouth has never been there.The intimacy, coupled with the fact that we could get caught any second, has me feeling utterly exposed. For long seconds, I can't do anything but feel him take what he wants. It's filthy, intoxicating, and empowering all at once. I just brought a man to his knees because he can't get enough of me. He loves me so much that there's not a crevice on my body he doesn't want to claim, and to be loved like that is hypnotizing.
His tongue spears me deep, and I drop my head into my hands, stars already dancing behind my eyelids when?—
"Good morning."
My head flies up, and there, standing between the living room and kitchen, is Hollis. Behind the island, Trigger goes completely still, his breath hot between my thighs.
"Are you okay?" Hollis asks, concern creasing his brow.
I know my face must be crimson. I can feel the heat in my cheeks.
"Yeah, why?" My voice comes out strained.
"Your face is red. You look flushed."
"Oh." I clear my throat, gripping the counter edge. "The shower was a little too hot, is all. I should have eaten fir?—"
My words cut off in a strangled sound as Trigger resumes his task, his tongue running slow and deliberate through my folds like he's not hidden between my thighs behind our ridiculously small island while my cousin makes small talk.
Hollis's eyebrows raise. "Should we get you a snack?"
"No!" The word comes out high-pitched and desperate as he takes a step toward the pantry, which would bring him around the counter. "I'll be fine. Just need a minute to cool down..." My voice trails off as Trigger does something he's never done before, his tongue dragging with torturous slowness from front to back, intimately exploring places no one has ever touched.
I dig my nails into the wooden countertop.
Hollis's brow furrows, and then he glances at the coffee pot. "I'm just going to grab a cup of coffee." He takes another step, and he's too close to discovering exactly what's going on.
"Here!" I thrust my empty mug at him too eagerly. "Use this one. I need to empty the dishwasher."
He takes the mug and studies my face. "Okay..."
The moment he turns toward the coffee maker, I reach behind me and swat blindly at Trigger's head, trying to push him away. Instead, he captures my clit between his lips and sucks hard. My knuckles turn white as I grip the island, and I have to disguise the moan rising in my throat as a cough.
"You sure you're alright?" Hollis glances back over his shoulder.
"Fine," I squeak then force my voice lower. "Totally fine."
