Page 47 of Bourbon Truths
Carefully, I lowered my head until I was mere inches from her face and spoke softly to her, revealing a little part of my soul. “What are you doing to me?” I asked, wondering why I was voicing my worries.
Her hand ran up my chest, then to my neck, and finally cupped my cheek. Her thumb brushed the scruff on my jaw and her eyes softened as she pulled my head down to hers. Very lightly, she nipped at my lips, and I slowly let her open my mouth with her tongue, igniting a flame inside me that’d been burned out for a while.
I went down on my elbows so my body weight was more evenly distributed on top of her and gripped her face while I kissed her back with the same kind of passion she was giving me. Her lips glided perfectly across mine. Slowly, I felt her fingertips work their way under the back of my jeans, looking to tease me.
The heat of her touch sent a blaze of fire through my veins, igniting my desire for her, my need for more, my need to be deep inside her.
I dipped my tongue farther into her mouth, matching her thrusts. A moan escaped her throat. Her hips pressed against mine, begging for more, wanting me to move lower, to pay attention to the rest of her body, but I was too lost in her kiss. I was enjoying her mouth way too damn much to move away.
“Kace…,” she said breathlessly. “Touch me.”
“I am,” I said gruffly as my mouth went back to hers. There was something to say about making out with a gorgeous woman. Yes, fucking was the end result, but getting there way of mouth was how I fucking rolled.
Wanting to keep her satisfied, I lightly stroked her hair, then moved down her side, where I played with the side of her breast by lightly stroking it with my thumb. Through the sheer fabric of her lingerie, I could feel the heat pouring off her, a light sheen of sweat starting to cover her delectable body. That’s when I realized I needed her naked, completely and utterly naked.
Reluctantly, I tore my lips away from hers, causing an unpleasant protest to erupt. I chuckled from the look of displeasure on her face but then grabbed the bottom of her lingerie as I straddled her lap and started to bring it up and over her head. She sat up and raised her arms, making it easier for me to take it off. I tossed it aside. To my shock, she still wore a sheer bra underneath the lingerie set. At the lingerie store, I never would have guessed she was wearing one.
I rolled off her lap, hooked her thong with my fingers, and easily took it off.
I kneeled to the side, observing Lyla as she rested on the bed with her hair fanned out and her legs slightly bent and crossed at the ankles. If she was trying to seduce me, she didn’t have to give it much thought because I was hard as a fucking rock.
While staring at her, I undid my belt slowly, tossed it to the side, and then undid my jeans. I didn’t take them off because I wanted her to do that for me, but I did leave them open, showing off just enough of my happy trail to entice her.
She licked her lips and reached out to me. I accepted her gesture and entwined our fingers. I lay down next to her, putting our clasped hands above her head. I stroked her stomach, reveling in the feel of her skin. Her muscles twitched under my touch, and her breathing picked up while I explored every inch of her.
I swirled my finger around her belly button and danced low on her pelvic bone but pulled away quickly, torturing her. My hand then went up to her chest where I moved my fingers very slowly through the prominent cleavage on display.
She twisted under me, begging for me to touch her more, to touch her where she wanted, but I was taking my sweet-ass time. Tonight was going to be on my terms.
I lowered my head to her neck and she leaned to the side so I had better access to run my tongue along her pulse. I would never get enough of how she tasted. It was sweet like honey and maybe a little bit of spice. It was unique—everything about her was fucking unique—and that was why she’d captured me so quickly.
Instead of using my fingers, I spread the palm of my hand against her and ran it up the front of her stomach, stopping below her breasts. She rolled to one end, trying to force me to go higher, but I didn’t let her win. I kept myself still and continued to nibble on her neck, all the while knowing I was driving her crazy.
“Please, Kace,” she moaned, her legs now moving, her hips lifting in the air. If she was as turned on as I was, I knew she had to be soaking wet. I wanted to see if she was, but I knew if I ventured down to her pussy, I was never going to be able to leave.
I pressed the side of my finger against the underside of her breast, causing her to push down enough that her breast fully rested on my finger. If I hadn’t been so lost in the moment, I might have laughed from the desperation she was displaying.
“Touch me, Kace. Don’t make me ask again,” she demanded, trying to top me from the bottom. Little did she know she wasn’t getting anywhere with her little commands.
“Every time you ask for something, you will have to wait even longer.” I nuzzled her ear.
“You can’t do that,” she complained.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want,” I replied. “I could fucking leave right now if I wanted,” I threatened, knowing damn well there was no way in hell I was going to follow through. I was almost positive I wanted this more than she did.
“Don’t go,” she said with a touch of sadness.
I rubbed my hand up against her breast, cupped her face, and said, “I’m not going anywhere, baby.” Even though it was a lie, it eased the worried look on her face. “Why me?” I asked, needing to know what the draw was, what she saw in me. If anything, I needed to know that maybe someone saw me for who I wished I could be—a strong, confident man—not who I actually was.
Sadly though, I wasn’t that man. Instead, I was eaten alive every day by a set of demons that wouldn’t leave me alone, no matter how hard I tried to ignore them.
Lyla’s patience was wearing thin. I saw the tension that was starting to coil inside of her ease a fraction. She shifted underneath me and placed one hand on my chest, right above my heart. The other caressed my jaw gently.
“There is so much about you that attracts me, Kace. It’s hard not to be drawn to you. It’s not just because you’re devastatingly handsome, but it’s the heart I see in you. You might not think you show it, but you have a giant heart. You care about the girls, you care about Jett, and you care about this community even though they turned their back on you during the lowest point in your life. You’re strong, you’re sure of yourself, and you know what you want. You’re sexy as hell, and even though you’re fighting an inner battle, you still have a spark in your eye that I see occasionally when you get excited about things like the community center or helping others. You’re a good person, and you’ve made it incredibly hard on me, not giving me a chance.”
My breath escaped my lungs from her words. How could she see me so differently? When I looked in the mirror every morning, I saw a murderer, a coward, a detached and broken man. How could she think such positive things about me? How could she see me in such a shining light when I knew the way she described me was so off-base?
I shook my head and started to retreat from her, but she gripped my shoulders before I could pull away.
