But not here. Not right now.
I take her chin between my fingers, letting my lips linger dangerously close to hers. I can feel her breath pick up against mine.
“It’s my turn for a taste, sweetheart.”
CHAPTER 25
THE BOOTS STAY ON.
Blair
I don’t know who this version of me is, but no part of me cares. Because the way Griffin has been looking at me tonight—even if he was scowling before—has me needing to release some of this built-up tension in my body.
It doesn’t help that he’s standing in front of me, shirtless, and telling me it’s his turn for a taste with my chin in his hands.
I want him to touch me more than this, though.
Even if it doesn’t bring me to a release, I know that when I get home, this whole thing will be the center of that fantasy while my vibrator gets some serious use.
“You want me to take this off?” I gesture to my dress.
He nods, releasing his hold on my chin. I take a step back, watching him as his eyes track my every move. I turn around, brushing my hair to the side as I look over my shoulder, silently begging him to undo the zipper for me. His throat bobs and my body shivers with desire as he reaches for the zipper with one hand. His knuckles brushing my skin only intensifies the buzz coursing through my body.
And it’s not from the alcohol.
It’s all him.
Turning to face him again, I notice his grip harden on the whiskey bottle still in his hand. White knuckling the neck of the bottle while I let the dress fall to the floor beside me. I’m not wearing a bra under this outfit, so the feel of his eyes on me and the chill in my body causes my nipples to harden under the weight of it all. My heart thunders in my chest with anticipation for what’s about to happen.
“On the bar,” he orders, gesturing to the spot behind me.
I take a step back, hiking myself up until I’m in a seated position. He takes slow steps in my direction, his attention fixed on my exposed legs. I feel goosebumps trail over the top of the skin the longer he keeps looking.
He runs the bottom of the bottle from my knees up to my thigh until he reaches the apex of them. It’s so light that it does nothing to stop the pleasure forming inside of me, forcing me to clench my legs together. The wetness I feel in my panties is proof that this is turning me on even more than before.
“Now lie down,” he says.
I lower my upper body down and bring my legs up until I’m laid across the bar for him.
His bar.
The thought makes me smile, and I can’t help it.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Griffin says. “On top ofmybar, with the front doors unlocked for anyone to come back at any moment and see you like this.”
“The thought crossed my mind,” I answer honestly.
He growls, stepping closer to me before angling the whiskey over my chest, letting it pool between my breasts before he pours some in the middle of my stomach around my belly button.
The cold liquid causes my back to arch slightly off the bar top, but his opposite hand presses me back down.
Jesus, that was insanely hot.
I watch him as he twists his baseball cap to the back of his head.
That move alone could send me straight to orgasmville.
He doesn’t say anything as he lowers his head to the lower part of my stomach, letting his tongue trail from the hem of my panties to my naval where he licks the whiskey clear off me. His eyes close and I swear I hear a moan come out of him. He doesn’t remove his mouth from me but continues to trail his tongue until he reaches the lower part of my chest. He pauses and opens his eyes while looking up at me, just before he glides his mouth between my breasts to drink the whiskey right off of my skin.
