Page 44 of Whiskey & Honey
“Piper, I think we covered how much I like your costume at the bar. I don’t think I like that all those guys at Country Road were looking at you in it before I got there.”
“I doubt anyone was paying attention to me. I look ridiculous,” she mumbles while still fiddling with my button. I still her hand, which causes her to look into my eyes.
“A man would have to be dead to not pay attention to you regardless of what you’re wearing.”
The smile I swear was made just for me takes over her face as I look into her eyes.
“Ben?” My name is a question, barely audible above the thundering of my pulse in my ears.
“Yeah, Princess?”
“Will you kiss me?”
“We agreed,” I say as we both start gradually moving closer to one another. My heart is beating out of my chest and my palms are sweating. I know we are about to make a choice we can’t take back. A choice I won’t want to take back.
“I know, but right now I don’t care. I’m not thinking about consequences, choices, or promises.”
That’s all the permission I need before I have her flat on her back and I’m positioned over her.
“Tell me to stop,” I beg. Instead of doing as I ask, she tightens her grip on my shirt just above my waistband and gives a little tug.
I don’t hesitate and give her what she asked for. The moment my lips touch hers, everything else slips away. The cold air, the hard floor, the broken agreements, and all the reasons we shouldn’t be doing this are gone. The only thing that matters is this woman in my arms and her incredible lips on mine.
My kiss is gentle at first. I barely graze her lips with mine. I’m giving her another out. We can stop this. We can go back to the way things were. Instead, she relaxes more, slightly parting her thighs to make room for me. My arousal is evident and she seems to melt farther into the floor, taking me with her. This is the permission I need. I increase the pressure of my kiss, lightly licking her lower lip with the tip of my tongue as she gladly opens her mouth to me.
Piper releases a slight purr from the back of her throat that has me wishing there was a mattress in this shell of a house. As I’m thinking this very thought, Piper’s hands find their way to my waistband, pulling my shirt from where it’s tucked in my jeans. Her hands touch my skin; like ice cubes to hot coals. It sends a shiver down my spine. Another purr from her has me claiming her with this kiss.
Overwhelmed with a need to taste her skin, I begin my descent to her neck, which she turns slightly, granting me more access. This time it’s a noise from me that fills the room. A sound that is more growl than anything else.
My hand has found its way to the opening of the jacket. I part the lapels and slowly move my hand up her side until it is just below her breast. I make my way back to her mouth as she arches her back enough that I know she is begging for some sort of relief.
Giving her what she wants, I slowly move my hand so that my thumb finds her pebbled nipple. Her breaths increase as I make feather-like movements over her nipple. She’s lightly running her nails along my back in a pattern I don’t even bother to try and figure out and, instead, I sink a little more into her. Piper responds in kind by lifting her hips to me. My senses are overloaded and I feel like a teenage boy about to explode in my pants.
This top that seemed far too tiny earlier suddenly seems as big of a barrier between us as a ten-foot wall. I’ve moved my lips from hers to the spot below her ear that, by her reaction, is the spot I should make note of.
“Please, Ben,” she pants as she continues to run her hands up my back.
“What, baby? Tell me. Tell me what you want,” I demand while never stopping my assault on her sweet spot.
“Please touch me.”
That statement gets my attention and I turn my gaze to her. Stilling my hand that remains on her breast, I see so many emotions in her eyes. Lust, passion, kindness, a little bit of fear, and trust.
“Are you sure? Piper, if we stop now we can go back to how it’s been. If I touch you, I don’t think I can go back to friends. We have to break promises.”
“I know. I’m sure. Please touch me.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. While it’s only been months with Piper, it feels like I’ve waited a lifetime for this. The feelings I have for her are beyond attraction and physical. I know if we cross this line my heart will be hers. I can only pray hers will be mine.
I gently tug her top down, exposing her breasts. “Perfect,” I whisper more to myself than her. Without a second thought, I lean in, taking her hard nipple into my mouth. Rolling my tongue over it, I am aware of the sounds coming from Piper and they only encourage me. With a slight nibble she lets out a whimper and I take that as a cue to turn my attention to her other breast.
Still nestled between her legs, I begin rotating my hips slightly. A movement she returns by lifting her hips and rolling them just enough to cause friction. I am so consumed with all things Piper I can barely stand it. While still holding myself up with one arm, I pull my hand from her breast and lower it to where her skirt has ridden up. I gather the skirt up so that her thigh is exposed. My hand, calloused by the work I’ve been doing, grips her thigh and I feel her quiver as I let my hand make its way around to her perfect ass. I release an animalistic growl when I realize she’s wearing a thong.
Still offering as much attention to her mouth as her neck and breast, my hand finds the band to her panties and it’s her turn to voice appreciation.
“Oh God,” she whimpers.
I take that as an invitation to move my hand around to the front of her panties, easing myself to the side for access.