Page 255 of Property of Whiskey

Got her.

Twila’s eyes narrow. “You fishing for reassurance now?”

“Maybe.”

“That’s adorable.”

“Take it back.”

I kiss her before she can say sweet.

“No.”

My hand slides fully beneath her top and cups her breast while her fingers get my belt open.

She drags the zipper down and palms me through my underwear.

“Fuck.”

I bury the sound against her mouth.

My fingers push beneath her panties, finding her wet and hot enough that every intelligent thought leaves my head.

“Still jealous?” she whispers.

“Ask me when my fingers ain’t in your pussy.”

Her teeth catch my lower lip. “Possessive bastard.”

“You keep saying that like it ain’t getting you off.”

“Maybe it is.”

My hand stops.

“What?”

She smiles.

“Nothing.”

“Say it again.”

“No.”

“Twila.”

Her hand slides inside my underwear.

“Maybe I like you jealous.”

Fuck.

I kiss her hard.

“Dangerous confession.”

“You’re the one who said you’re mine.”