My eyes never leave his as he lifts the bottle to his mouth, taking a long pull before lowering himself between my legs. His lips connect with my pussy and everything around me blurs. I fall back on my hands, gripping the other side of the bar while electric shocks fly through every part of me.
The cold of the liquid, mixed with the warmth of his tongue, forces me to release a long, drawn-out moan. “Mmm.”
My hands tighten their hold on the edge of the bar as he opens his mouth, taking my clit between his teeth before flicking his tongue up and down. Fireworks explode through me, and I nearly lose it already.
“Griffin, you’re going to make me come,” I pant.
He releases his hold on me for just a moment. “That’s the fucking goal,” he rasps. His hot, rapid breaths do nothing to ease the buildup.
His deep voice, mixed with the way he’s back to devouring me, licking and sucking like his life depends on this right now.
It all sends me right over the edge.
“Griffin, oh god.” I’m barely able to get the words out through my moans. “I’m coming. Jesus. I’m coming.”
My orgasm rocks me like an earthquake. My legs tremble around him and before I know it, I see stars. I don’t think I’ve ever seen stars or had it hit methishard before. In all the years I was married, it’s never felt like this.
He doesn’t let up and doesn’t slow down.
Riding out my orgasm, sucking every drop of pleasure from me he can as if I’m his last meal on earth.
Griffin Barlow can devour me any day if this is what it feels like.
As soon as I come down from my high, he unhooks my panty from his hand, lifting to stand before me. Bringing himself eye level with me, he runs his tongue along his bottom lip. My eyes track his tongue before looking back at him. Stormy blue eyes boring into mine.
“Now,that…tasted better than any drink in this bar.”
Then he turns around and grabs his flannel off the ground before making his way back into the kitchen.
I sit there, shocked and exposed.
I’m practically naked out here alone.
But I’m not mad.
He has to come back out here to take me home.
I’m actually partially thankful he left me here alone to think about the hottest thing that I’ve ever experienced in my life. I really wouldn’t be mad if that happened again.
But also…that didn’t even get a smile out of him.
CHAPTER 26
WE LOOK OUT FOR OUR NEIGHBORS.
Griffin
I’m living in hell.
And next door to the only woman who has ever twisted my head in a way that’s driving me absolutely insane for the last week.
I know I should have stopped myself. But she was tempting me.
I’m not delusional. She’s absolutely breathtaking.
But now that I’ve had a taste, I want more, even though she made it clear on the awkward car ride home that it can’t happen again. It’s what she wanted to happen though, isn’t it? She was behind my bar when I came out from the kitchen, ready to leave. She had the whiskey in her hand.
The ride home told me otherwise.
