Page 88 of Bourbon Sins
“Time to leave.”
She sat up and looked at me as if I had just cut her in half.
“Why…?” she practically whispered as she came up next to me.
Why was a good question. Why was I torturing myself? When I looked down at her again, I knew why I was torturing the both of us, because the heat between us was too intense, my need for her was overpowering, and I needed to prove to myself that I didn’t need her, that, in fact, I could do without her.
I prayed I could do without her. I swallowed hard and conjured up the courage to say what I really didn’t want to happen.
“I’m done with you. I’ll have Kace send Pepper up.”
There, that would do it, I thought, as I walked over to the chair that was in the room and sat down, avoiding all eye contact. I didn’t dare look at her face because I couldn’t stand to see the broken look she was going to give me. I knew I was being an ass and I was being an ass for a reason; I needed her out of the room, I needed to take a step back and put back together the life she’d so easily blown right through. Today, fuck, I never should have let today happen.
The day was a mistake, taking her out, learning more about her . . . fucking kissing her. I kissed her on the lips, on her goddamn luscious and addictive lips. Fuck, what was I thinking?
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t realize she was in front of me until she actually sat down on my lap and put her hands on both sides of my face so I had to look at her. She pulled my head toward hers and pressed her lips against mine.
Fuck me, I lost my battle of wills as her tongue slipped in my mouth and took exactly what she wanted, every last ounce of control I had. My tongue played with hers as my hands ran up her delectable body. She propped herself up and then slid her warm heat over my cock, causing a strangled moan to escape my mouth.
“I don’t believe you when you say you don’t want me. I know you do.”
I pressed my head against her forehead and shook it. “I don’t want to want you.”
“Why not?” She started to rock up and down my hard length.
“You’re dangerous,” I admitted.
“Mmm . . . and, like, you’re not?”
“I am; that’s why you need to stop what you’re doing and leave.”
She continued to slowly torture me and unravel every muscle in my body to the point where I felt nothing but the tight sheath around my aching cock.
“Do you want me to stop?”
She swirled her hips as she lifted up off of me and then slammed back down.
“Fuck . . . no.”
When did I ever give up control? I was so out of my element; it was absurd what Goldie could do to me, but there was no stopping her. I picked her up and placed her on the ground. I spread her legs as far as they would go and fucked her. My hips flew in a rhythm that was relentless, raw . . . fucking passionate. Sweat trickled down my back as I flexed my hips to the point that I thought I was going to get a cramp, but there was no stopping me.
“Oh God, oh fuck,” Goldie screamed. I continued to bury myself in her while holding her hips, listening to her sweet screams.
I looked down at her and found her staring intently at me. She lifted her body and pulled my head down to hers. She kissed me with everything she had and that was all it took. I bit down on her lip as I exploded into her, at the same time as she cried out and went stiff. We both sought release for our orgasms, taking, pleasing, never letting go.
Everything went dark as I feverishly pumped into her, expelling every last ounce of energy I had into her body. When I finally collapsed on top of her, I felt her arms wrap around me and lightly rub my back as we both tried to come back down from our high.
I tried to ignore the fact that I liked the way she touched me and comforted me, but hell if I could. Instead of getting off her instantly like I normally did, I sank down into her and let her comfort me. I would give her tonight and then I would move on. I had to; I had a business to run. I had my fucking heart to protect. As I leaned down and kissed her delectable lips I thought, maybe I would give her tonight and tomorrow morning as well; it was too hard to just quit Goldie cold turkey. I had to ease her out of my system.
Chapter Thirty-Five
“Talk Dirty”
GOLDIE / LO
“Lo, I swear to God, if your ass isn’t downstairs in five minutes you’ll be kissing the curb outside,” I heard Kace rage as he charged through my bedroom door with absolute fury pouring off him.
I sprang from my blissful night’s sleep, looked at him, and then looked for my phone, which was not on my nightstand. The only reason I would ever miss a scheduled event would be if my phone wasn’t near me, which it wasn’t and I had no clue where it was.
