Truly, Madly, Whiskey

by Melissa Foster

  “Kiss me, Bear.”

  He grinned. “You do like kissing me.”

  “It’s like a snack, tiding me over until I’m ready for more.”

  “Snack, baby. Snack.”

  His kisses consumed her. His hands moved over her hips, down her thighs, then back up again. His fingers slid along the hem of her shorts in a hypnotizing rhythm. Her hips picked up the beat, and his matched it. As they kissed, their bodies shifting against each other, his chest came down over her, and she relaxed onto her back. He kept his body half off of her, half on. When his hand touched her waist, he drew back from the kiss, asking her silently for permission. She moved his hand beneath her shirt, holding his gaze.

  He lifted his chest from hers, dipping his head to kiss her belly. Shivers of pleasure raced up her chest. He continued kissing, loving her stomach and ribs, moving higher, caressing her breasts, slowing long enough to gain her visual approval before unclasping her bra and shifting the cups to the side.

  He pressed a kiss to one nipple and lifted his eyes to hers again. “If you want me to stop, just say so. You’re in control of everything we do.”

  “Will you take your shirt off? I want to feel your skin on mine.”

  As he tugged it off and tossed it to the floor, she maneuvered out of her bra, leaving her shirt on. A trick she’d learned in the middle school locker room, when she was too modest to change in front of everyone. Her hands came down on his shoulders, which felt bigger and stronger now than they did clothed.

  “Keep touching me,” she said, earning a low chuckle as he dipped his head again, teasing and taunting her into a writhing, needy mess.

  He shifted his body between her legs, palming her breasts with both hands and kissing the center of her belly. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to get carried away by the pleasures washing through her. His tongue moved around her belly button, dipping inside, then around and around again. He dragged it along her waist, and her hips rose off the cushions. He kissed his way up again, between her breasts, to the very tip of each one, where he lingered long enough to draw several panting moans from her lungs.

  When his mouth came down over hers, she wiggled and writhed beneath him. He was being careful. She felt his restraint in his fingers curling around her hip. She shifted, so her legs weren’t trapped, and unhooked the snap on her shorts.

  “Baby,” he whispered.

  “I want you to touch me.” She waited for fear or embarrassment, or something to stop her, but she was so full of Bear, there was no room for anything else. She’d wanted him for so long, and her body was giving her the green light. There was nothing holding her back any longer, and she wanted to revel in him, to experience what she’d been dreaming about without regret and without her past hanging like a noose around her neck.

  He kissed her lovingly as his hand moved over her belly and slipped beneath her panties. Her insides clenched and heated at once as his thick fingers cupped her sex, as if he were waiting again for a final sign of approval. She angled her hips, so the tips of his fingers touched her wetness, and as he dipped them between her legs, he groaned. The pleasure-filled sound vibrated down her throat and wrapped around her heart. Without breaking their kiss, she wiggled out of her shorts and kicked them off, leaving her panties on. His thick fingers moved between her slick lips, making her tremble with need.

  “Bear,” she finally begged, eyes closed. “Please touch more of me.”

  “Look at me, sugar. I need to know you’re okay.”

  She opened her eyes, and he held her gaze as he slid his fingers into her. The heat of his gaze, the naughtiness of staring into his eyes while he pleasured her, made what they were doing that much hotter. Her eyes fluttered as he moved over the magical spot that sent shocks of heat racing through her.

  “Still with me, baby?”

  She opened her legs wider in response, and he lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her as he loved her down below. He used his thumb on her most sensitive nerves, sending shocks of heat racing up her torso. Tingling began in her thighs, traveling up her core and down her limbs, curling her toes under. Her breathing became shallow, and her head tipped back. Even through closed lids, she felt his gaze searing into her, heightening the thrill of it all. His whiskers brushed over her cheek—another scintillating sensation.

  “I’m yours, baby,” he said in a rough voice. “Let go for me.”

  Then his mouth was on her neck, and his fingers moved quicker, his thumb pressed harder, and his arousal rocked against her thigh. When he brought his mouth to her breast, the first tantalizing suck brought her climax crashing down on her.

  “Bear, Bear, Bear!” An avalanche of pleasure tore through her. She squeezed her thighs together, trapping his hand. “Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.”

  And he did. Deep, passionate kisses that went on and on, carrying her through the very last pulse of her orgasm, and then he kissed her some more.

  SWAMPED BY EMOTIONS too big to climb out from under, Bear focused on the brave and beautiful woman he adored lying in his arms. He held Crystal through the shuddering aftershocks of her climax, through her blissful exhalations, until she began drifting off to sleep. He pressed a kiss to her temple, I love you hanging on the tip of his tongue.

  “Stay,” she whispered, snuggling closer and tucking her leg between his.

  She didn’t need to ask twice.

  Chapter Ten

  AS THE FOG of sleep lifted, Bear realized he was alone on Crystal’s couch, save for a very loud purring kitty curled up on his chest. He opened his eyes, and Harley lifted her head and pushed to her paws, digging her claws into his chest as she stretched. She padded down his belly, across his leg, to the other side of the couch, where she curled up and closed her eyes.

  “Nothing like a little clawing in the morning.” He swiped at a dot of blood on his pec, turning toward Crystal, who was sitting on the old chest she used as a coffee table, wearing his T-shirt. She had a serious look in her eyes, and her gorgeous legs were crossed, her feet covered by fuzzy pink socks. She was leaning forward, elbow on knee, her chin resting in her palm, watching him as she popped jelly beans into her mouth. He’d worried that Crystal might wake up feeling differently than she had last night. He was prepared for the worst.

  “Hi,” she said, popping another candy into her mouth.

  “Hey, babe. You okay?” He pushed up to a sitting position, stretching his arms out to his sides. He loved the lascivious look that appeared in her eyes when he positioned one leg on either side of her.

  “Mm-hm.” Her eyes moved along each of his arms, down his bare chest, to the bulge in his pants. “Doesn’t Little Bear ever hibernate?”

  He laughed. “First of all, there’s nothing little about any part of me. Second, he needs sustenance before he can hibernate, and it’s been a long, cold winter.”

  “Hm.” She seemed to think about that for a minute. “Sorry. I’ve been kind of selfish in the orgasm department, huh?”

  “Not at all. Don’t you worry your beautiful self with that stuff.”

  She held out a palmful of jelly beans.

  “No thanks, sugar. I like my mornings to start with hot, dark liquid.”

  “Shame.” She popped another one in her mouth. “I thought you might want to start it with a hot, dark female who likes the taste of candy in the morning.”

  He snagged them from her hand and chewed them up, earning a playful smile.

  “Fast learner.” She rose to her feet, and he caught sight of a pair of pink panties before his shirt drifted down to the middle of her thighs. Her nipples poked against the soft cotton as she climbed onto his lap, her dark hair tumbling around their faces. “Is this too unfair?”

  He gritted his teeth against the throbbing ache behind his zipper. “The only thing unfair about you is that your lips are too far away from mine.” Inhaling the scents of candy and happiness, he buried his hands in her hair and pulled her in for a sweet, sugary good-morning kiss. “Mm, baby. I do like the
taste of jelly beans in the morning after all.”

  She smiled down at him and ran her fingers over his whiskers.

  “How long have you been watching me sleep?” He could sit like that all day, with Crystal looking at him like she never wanted him to leave and touching him like she truly believed he was hers.

  “I woke up too wired to sleep about two and a half hours ago, and I might have watched you for a few minutes.”

  “So, you’re okay with this. With us?”

  “After eight months of being in a relationship without sex or kissing or anything else? I think you nailed it on the head, biker boy. I’m not panicking, and that tells me that you’re already in here.” She put her hand over her heart. “I just needed to give myself permission and get over the worry about panicking. Worry breeds anxiety, at least that’s what David says. So, yes. I’m good with us.”

  He gathered her closer. “Baby, that makes me so happy.”

  “I liked waking up in your arms. And I especially liked that you really held me while you slept.”

  “As opposed to pretending to hold you?” he teased.

  “Every time I moved, you held me tighter. It felt nice. Safe.” She flattened her hand on his cheek and pressed her lips to his. “It felt sexy, too. I tried to go back to sleep, but Little Bear kept rubbing against me, and my cave got a little too welcoming, so I got up and worked on the costumes.”

  He couldn’t suppress his smile. Knowing she’d wanted him while he was sleeping made his chest feel full.

  “Your cave?” He clutched her hips, wanting to explore that cave. With his mouth.

  She dipped lower and kissed his cheek. “Every bear needs a cave.” She kissed his other cheek, and then her warm lips touched his.

  Was that an invitation? His mind sprinted down a hopeful path, while his hands moved to her bottom, pulling her closer as he took the kiss deeper. She stroked his arms in a series of seductive touches, lingering on his triceps, then sliding down to his elbow and back up again. He imagined those delicate fingers wrapped around his cock. Jesus, was she giving him hints? He fucking hoped so. But he couldn’t afford to be wrong, so he held back and enjoyed the hell out of their kisses.

  She touched his cheeks again, kissing the edges of his mouth and making his nerves flame. She kissed the center of his chest, and a tormented groan slipped out.

  “Sorry,” she whispered. “Sort of.”

  He groaned again, and she laughed.

  “Too unfair?” she asked with a spark of mischief in her eyes.

  “Are you trying to be?” He grazed his teeth over the spots on her neck that had driven her wild last night and lifted her—his—shirt, bringing her breasts against his chest, testing the waters.

  “I love seeing you in my shirt, but I think it would look even better on the floor.”

  She leaned back, fidgeting with the hem of the shirt, her eyes dark and curious. “I don’t want to be a tease.”

  “You’re not a tease, but don’t do it if you are at all uncomfortable.”

  She nibbled on her lower lip, still fidgeting with that hem. And then she whipped the shirt over her head and it floated to the ground.

  Holy fucking hell. She was hot as sin fully dressed, but Crystal Moon wearing nothing but a pair of pink lace panties and a confident smile? Unfuckingbelievable.

  “I like being bare skinned with you, but being completely naked might be hard for both of us. Would it be too much to ask to keep my panties on?” She wrinkled her nose, looking adorable and hot, and it was enough to make him lose his fucking mind.

  Nothing’s too much, babe, was on the tip of his tongue. Except this. This is too much. His fingers curled around her hips. He was salivating at the prospect of devouring her.

  “On…” he repeated, more to himself than to her.

  Her smile widened, as if she were reading his mind. She dragged her finger down the center of his chest, all the way to the button on his jeans. “Well, since you’re shirtless, but you have pants on—”

  “I can fix that real fucking fast,” came out before he could stop it, and he quickly added, “Sorry. I’m kidding.”

  She dragged her eyes down his chest, revving him up even more. Visual torture, she was too good at it.

  “I’m not ready to do more yet, so I think my panties should stay on. And by on, I mean, um…covering the Bear cave.”

  “Pants and panties staying on. Got it.” He lifted her off his lap and set her on the wooden chest faster than he could blink.

  “You moved me?” She pushed out a pouty lower lip.

  He dropped to his knees on the floor between her legs, running his hands up her thighs. “Just so I can reach you better.”

  He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, and she curled her fingers around the edge of the chest. He kissed her other thigh, and she let out a long, slow breath. His pulse raced as he continued kissing, running his hands along her legs, nudging them open wider. She watched him with a hungry look in her eyes as he slicked his tongue along the crease between her thigh and her sex.

  “Want me to stop?” he whispered.

  She shook her head.

  “I will if this makes you uncomfortable.”

  “It’s the very best kind of uncomfortable.”

  He pulled her to the edge of the chest and went up on his knees, claiming her mouth in a ravenous kiss, like he wanted to take her down below, delving in deep. Tasting all of her. When their lips parted, her eyes remained closed, and he lowered his mouth to her breast, loving her the way he’d learned she liked it. She arched back, offering him more, and he laved his tongue over the tight peaks, then trailed kisses down her belly. When he reached her panties, he brushed his nose over her mound, inhaling the scent of her desire, and kissed her thighs again.

  “God…” Her whisper lingered in his ears.

  Their eyes met, the air between them sizzling.

  “Don’t stop,” she urged.

  He brought his mouth to her center, over her panties, tasting her essence through the thin material. He was so hard, so ready to make love to her, he felt like he was going to burst, but he wanted her to enjoy every second of their intimacy and decide how fast they moved without pressure. Forcing his desires down deep, he pressed his tongue to her panties, moving hard and slow along her center. She breathed harder, gripping the chest so tight her knuckles blanched. He reached up with one hand and pinched her nipple between his finger and thumb, determined to make her come. He ate at her through the thin material, careful not to break her rules, when what he really wanted to do was shred those sexy panties and bury his tongue deep inside her.

  He rose again, slanting his mouth over hers and kissing her hard. One hand teased her nipple, while the other moved over her sex, rubbing and stroking and matching the beat of her rocking hips. She arched, moaning into their kisses, and just when he was ready to seek permission to slide his fingers inside her and give her what she needed, her hips rose and her head fell back, eyes slammed shut. She clutched at his biceps, and the sexiest noises he’d ever heard streamed from her lips. Her sex clenched against his hand, and he lowered his mouth to catch the beat, the taste, the love.

  When the last thrill rolled through her, he took her trembling body in his arms.

  “I’m addicted to orgasms,” she panted out, her cheek resting on his shoulder.

  He chuckled. “Like I said, babe. You’ve got years to catch up on.”

  “I don’t want to catch up on anything.” She gazed into his eyes with the hazy look of a satisfied lover. “I think it’s because I feel so much for you. I wouldn’t let anyone else do that. It takes a world of trust. It’s too intimate.”

  The caveman in him loved that he was her one and only.

  “I’ve gone out with guys since college. Not many. Just a few first dates here and there. I never panicked when I kissed them good night because there was nothing there. No desire for even a second date. And then you came along, and you burrowed into my life like you belonged
there.”

  “I’m not about to apologize.”

  She laughed. “I don’t want you to. I’m trying to say that it’s not the orgasms I’m addicted to. It’s the man who’s giving them to me.”

  “Me too, babe. I’ve got a bad case of Crystal Moon addiction. Spend the day with me and we can try to fight our addictions together. We’ll get cleaned up, grab some breakfast, and then we can go for a ride.”

  “Breakfast? I already ate the leftover pizza.” She glanced at her kitchen. “I guess I can burn you some toast if you’re feeling adventurous.”

  He reached for his shirt to help her dress. “Thanks, but I think I’ll pass.”

  “I’ll get my own shirt so you don’t have to ride home shirtless.” She hurried down the hall as she spoke. “I love pizza for breakfast. No judging, remember?”

  He watched her pink panties disappear into her bedroom, and a minute later she came out wearing a fresh pair of black panties and pulling a T-shirt over her head.

  “Okay, so no breakfast.” He put on his shirt. “Tell me you’re mine for the day and let me cook you a real dinner tonight.”

  “You cook? What other hidden talents do you have?” She wound her arms around his waist and gazed up at him with a sweet smile.

  “Babe, I’ve got talents that will make your head spin.”

  “I bet you do, and I’m getting more curious by the minute.” She hugged him tighter. “I promise not to torture Little Bear anymore. It’s just that I had been thinking about you for hours, like ice cream when you’re on a diet. You were all I could think about.”

  “I think I know a thing or two about wanting what you can’t have.” He arched a brow.

  She buried her face in his chest. “Ohmygod. I’m a cocktease.”

  He lifted her chin. “A very beautiful cocktease, and worth the wait. How about our date?”

  Her smile reached all the way up to her eyes. “I have to work on the costumes for a little while longer. Can we go later? Maybe around noon?”