I suck in a gasp, and my nipples harden even more while I fight the urge to dip my hand inside my shorts and touch myself.
He lifts himself up, but just enough so that I can still feel his breath against my skin. “You’re right. Whiskey tastes better this way.”
He picks up the bottle again and pours, this time pooling it only between my breasts. Placing the bottle down, he lowers himself to the whiskey he just poured before letting his tongue make its way to my nipple.
The contact makes me cry out. “Griffin.”
His mouth covers the hardened bud, sucking on it before releasing it and repeating the move on the other side. This time, he reaches across my chest to cup my breast. His hand covers it entirely and squeezes, but it feels so good right now.
My thighs clench together with desperate need.
A rush of pleasure courses through me—one I’ve never felt in my life. I’ve had plenty of orgasms, but never have I come with a man like Griffin playing with my nipples.
I refuse to come from just him licking whiskey off my skin and playing with my nipples. How embarrassing would that be?
But Griffin notices my thighs moving ever so slightly in his peripheral.
He releases my nipple from his mouth and his hand from my body before lifting me up into a seated position. He nudges my knees apart with his hips as he steps into me, placing a large palm on my thigh and the other on the bar beside me. He’s soclose that I can feel his labored breaths against my mouth as if he’s going to give in and kiss me.
I want him so badly that I can barely breathe.
“Tell me what you want,” he says, keeping his voice barely above a whisper. But his whisper is deep and raspy, enough to drive me over the edge of insanity.
I shake my head, not ready to speak aloud all the things I want him to do to me.
Just when I think he’s going to step away from me, he turns his head and leans down, bringing his lips to my collarbone, pressing them to my skin before trailing his way up to my ear. My back arches at the delicate way his lips touch me. My hands grip the edge of the bar on each side of my thighs.
“You’re aching to be touched,” he whispers against the shell of my ear. “Your body is begging for a release, and you’re so turned on right now you can’t even think straight.” He pulls away, staring at me as he waits for a response.
My lips part, and I’m at a loss for words.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” he continues.
“You’re not wrong,” I answer quickly and more out of breath than I was before. “You're way too hot for your own good, Angry Cowboy.”
He reaches between us, fingers grazing my stomach as he plays with the hem of my panties. I rest my arms back on the bar top, silently telling him to have his way with me.
I cannot believe this is really happening right now.
Who the hell do I think I am being this bold out in the open like this?
“The boots stay on,” he tells me, brushing his fingers delicately from the shaft of the boot, along the inner part of my leg until he reaches just outside of my panty line. “Now spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”
I do as he says and instantly feel vulnerable because I know there’s a spot on my panties drenched in my arousal from him touching me.
It’s been there half the night from the way he was looking at me.
Never did I think moving here would lead to something like this.
Moving to a small town, meeting a man like Griffin, and being practically naked on top of his bar.
But here I am, and, dammit, do I want this.
“I knew you wanted this,” he says, admiring me open in front of him. “Your pussy is soaked for me already.”
My head falls back, and I fight to keep my legs open for him, craving friction even more than before at the way he looks feral for me. I know that a man like him who works as hard as he does knows what to do with those hands.
He places one hand on my thigh, inches from the most sensitive parts of my body, and I lift my head back up to watch him. He reaches over to grab the neck of the whiskey bottle before lowering himself behind the bar. He hooks a finger into the side of my panties, moving them to the side, which only makes me open up wider for him.
