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It’s never been this way with any lover. He doesn’t just stand there, he works for it, a frenzy of madness, of man.

“Don’t stop, Cole. Please. Don’t stop.” I shamelessly buck and writhe beneath him. My breaths pulse, a warm glow spreading out in my stomach.

Cole yanks, pulls me deeper into his mouth. “That’s right, darlin’.” His deep baritone has me arching into his voice. “Beg for my tongue.”

“More. More, please,” I gasp, trembling and desperate.

I lift the whiskey bottle, spilling it over my stomach, letting the amber liquid run rivulets over my hips and my pussy.

On a growl, Cole crashes his lips on my pussy, gulping the whiskey with greedy abandon. The rough scruff of his beard rakes across the insides of my thighs as he kisses his way up my legs to my belly button, where most of the whiskey has ended up. My mouth’s frozen in a permanent O as I watch him savor me, drinking the whiskey down before returning to my pussy.

“Come in my mouth,” he pants. His other hand fondles and kneads my breast. “I need you, darlin’. Need your fuckin’ taste on my lips.” His harsh, possessive order slays me. “Can’t stand it, baby, can’t stay away. Won’t. Not anymore.”

My lashes flutter, my heart stretching out in my chest. No walls, no boundaries, nothing between us.

Nothing except everything.

Too many feelings. Too much of tonight. I need to remember I’m leaving. I need to remember to rein in my heart.

His lips are wet and hot as he feeds on me with reckless lust. He grazes his teeth over my clit. “Cole…” My whimper tears through the tasting room, reedy with pleasure.

Cole teases me with merciless kisses and long, languishing licks. The man’s a powerhouse. Pressure builds. He takes his forearm off my hips, slides his hands beneath my ass, grips my flesh, and elevates my hips.

Oh. Oh fuck.

My gasps deepen as Cole finds the right spot and twists his tongue against my clit. My lower body twists, but he holds firm, and then, then…

A guttural scream leaves my lips as my body tears with the force of the orgasm. A torrent of endless relief crashes over me, making my chest heave. Making my body buck and jerk.

“Good, good girl,” Cole murmurs until my quivery scream turns to a breathy cry.

I lie there, feeling limp and lovely, feeling like I’ll never be the same again, when a big arm wraps around my middle. Cole lifts me up, peering down at me with a dark gaze.

“What now?” I breathe.

Cole brings the whiskey bottle to his lips, grins, and says, “Darlin’, you and me, we ain’t done.”

24 Cole

Whiskey tastes sweeter falling off Delilah’s lips and onto mine.

I watch the graceful column of her neck move as she drinks down the whiskey with wild abandon.

“Easy, darlin’, easy.”

She giggles, drops the bottle.

My hand drops to her open legs, moving to her sex, her heat. “Fuck. Look at you. Drinking my whiskey and dripping for me.” I drag a finger through her slit, and she whimpers.

I lift my fingers, soaked by the whiskey, by her come, and bring them to my mouth. I need to taste her. I ate the fuck out of her, but it’s not enough. Something tells me it never will be.

“Cole,” she says, eyes wide. “What’re you doing?”

“You taste better than a bottle of five-hundred-dollar whiskey, darlin. Need to drink you up. Every last drop.”

I stare at the way her lips tilt in a flirty smile, that curtain of long blond hair draped over her shoulder, ignoring the lingering feeling that I’m getting too close. That this town will take the one good thing I’ve been lucky enough to find.

I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want her.