Page 90 of Love, Lies, and Whiskey

It was no wonder she’d never been able to connect with any other man. She and Seeley were soul mates. Two halves of the same heart, and their beautiful son had all the best parts of both of them.

Chapter Twenty-Three

“FINALLY,” DOC SAID between urgent kisses and greedy gropes as they stumbled through his front door, trying to fend off the dogs, who were as excited to see them as they were to be alone.

Mighty shoved his big head between them. Doc pushed him away, gritting out, “Get outta here,” but Pickles and Sadie were on their other side, doing the same thing, tails wagging, big bodies rubbing against them.

Juliette laughed. “It’s like having three toddlers. They missed you.”

He let out a frustrated growl, but she was right. They’d waited all day to see him, and they deserved attention. He stole another kiss before crouching to give the dogs some love. They ate it up.

Juliette watched him with a dreamy expression. “Who knew watching you love on those dogs could be an aphrodisiac?”

“Sorry to cut you short guys, but you’re on your own tonight.” He pushed to his feet and snagged her hand, reclaiming her mouth as they hurried into the bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind him, but Pickles bullied his way in, leading the pack, and as Doc and Juliette tumbled to the bed, the dogs bounded up beside them. “Christ.”

Juliette cracked up, and he tried to usher them off the bed and out of the room—a riotous event that took far too long. She was still laughing when he finally closed the door. “I wish I’d videoed that!”

“You think that’s funny, huh?” He locked eyes with her as he tugged off his boots and socks.

“Yes,” she said between laughs. “They sleep with you. They were laying claim to their territory.”

He stripped off his shirt, and her gaze moved appreciatively over his chest, her laughter quieting as he strode toward her, opening his jeans. “Maybe so, but you’re my territory, and I’m going to stake claim to every inch of your body.” He pulled off her boots and socks. “I’ve been thinking about all the things I want to do to you.”

“You have?”

“Damn right I have, and it’s a long list. Your pleasure is my new obsession. I’m going to taste every inch of your body. Starting here.” He kissed the tips of her toes, and she giggled. He kissed the top of her foot and around her ankle. Her breathing hitched, her eyes darkening. “Mm. You like that.” He did it again, and she bit her lower lip. “You are so damn sexy.”

He took her hand, bringing her up to her feet. Holding her gaze, he unlaced her shirt and trailed his fingers over her necklace and the swell of her breasts. He drew her shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor. Her bra followed, and he looked his fill. “So beautiful.” He brushed his fingers teasingly over her nipples, and her breath hitched. “I’m going to lick and suck these gorgeous tits until you come so hard, they hear you screaming two towns over.”

A whimper escaped her lips, making his cock ache for her. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she said in one long breath.

A husky growl climbed up his throat. “I have missed my dirty girl.” He cupped her cheek, dragging his thumb over her lower lip. “I want to fuck these lips while we’re in the shower and see your big blue eyes staring up at me while I come down your throat.”

The breath rushed from her lungs. “You have thought about this.”

“Oh yeah, baby. More than you know.”

“Tell me,” she begged. “I want to know your fantasies.”

He flashed what he knew was a lecherous grin at her eagerness. “You mean our realities?”

“I hope so,” she said so damn sweetly and hungrily, it nearly did him in.

“Christ, baby.” He crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her rough and deep. He rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb and broke the kiss to see the flames in her eyes. “We have years to make up for.” He nipped at her lower lip. “Remember how we used to talk about making love in the barn without getting caught?”

She nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“I’m going to strip you naked in the barn and bind your wrists to the crossties on either side of the aisle.” Her eyes widened. “Then I’m going to lick your pussy until you come down your legs.”

“I want that,” she panted out.

“Does it make you wet thinking about that, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Fucking right it does.” He rubbed her through her jeans and took her in another passionate kiss. She ground against his hand, and he tore his mouth away. “Just thinking about you tied up, at my mercy, coming on my mouth, makes my cock hard as steel. Feel it.”