Page 261 of Property of Whiskey

“Thought so.”

I lean over her, one hand braced beside hers while my mouth finds her ear.

“You like knowing I wanted to drag that asshole’s hand off you?”

“Maybe.”

“Like knowing I watched you beat the shit out of somebody and still wanted you?”

She turns her head enough that her mouth brushes mine.

“Maybe.”

“Coward.”

Her hand reaches back and catches the side of my neck.

“I like you wanting me exactly how I am.”

That shuts me the fuck up.

For about two seconds.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I kiss her.

Slower than the fucking.

Somehow that makes it worse.

“Good,” I say against her mouth. “Because I ain’t interested in the smaller version.”

She pushes back hard enough to make me swear.

“Then keep up.”

Woman is going to kill me.

I straighten and slide one hand around her hip.

My fingers find her clit.

Twila jolts.

“Oh.”

“There?”

“Don’t get smug.”

I circle again.

Her head drops.

“There.”