Page 13 of Naughty or Nice?

The moisture that’s gathered there. That I feel soaking the fabric of my panties.

…wait, what the hell are you about to do, Kendall? Are you seriously turned on right now?

He’s Nate’s father! WALK AWAY!

I’m breathing heavily as I push at Nicholas’s chest and shake my head. “I need… I need space. I need a moment.”

My legs drop from around his waist, and I wobble on my feet. Almost like I don’t know how to properly stand.

But I’m not the only one in need of a few seconds to recollect myself.

If my breaths are coming hard, Nicholas’s are deep and beastly. He gives a nod and rests a hand against the wall, hanging his head as if he’s barely able to hold back.

I slip out from under him and dart toward the bar counter.

I need a drink.

A theme of this night if there ever was one.

Without asking, I wander behind the bar counter and reach for one of the bottles of whiskey on the lower shelves. Shot glass in hand, I pour myself one and then two shots that I quickly toss back. The liquor burns on its way down my throat, but damn if it doesn’t give me what I need in the moment.

Strange clarity even as I stand tipsy and flustered.

I kissed my ex-fiancé’s father, and even worse, I liked it. I want more.

Nicholas watches me from across the bar. His hazel eyes are no longer twinkling like I’ve come to expect. Instead they’ve darkened to an almost forest-green shade. Hunger pools inside them as he tracks my hand bringing the shot glass to my lips.

He’s never looked sexier. His jaw’s squared, framed by his grizzled white beard. His once neat hair tucked behind his ears has fallen partially in his face. Every deep breath he draws causes his broad chest to heave, the red flannel shirt he wears adding to his masculine appeal.

“Lay on the counter,” he commands into the silence.

“What…?” I choke out in a laugh. I’ve started pouring a third shot.

“You heard me, darling. Lay down on the counter.”

He starts toward me in a stride that exudes confidence and certainty. He’s in control of the moment, and I’m willing to let him be.

Puzzled yet intrigued, I do as he says. I hop onto the bar counter and then lay back ’til I’m sprawling on top of the sleek wooden surface. I’m left to stare up at The Tavern’s ceiling strung with more bright Christmas lights as Nicholas stops in front of me and then drops a kiss on my lips.

His hands reach for the hem of my sweater dress and he tugs it up over my hips. He pulls until the clingy wool fabric is above my navel.

Cold air hits my stomach and makes me shudder.

“I need a shot myself,” he admits, grabbing the bottle of whiskey. “But I want to taste you even more.”

A gasp catches in my throat as he proceeds to pour whiskey into my belly button and then sucks it off. His mouth feels so damn good that my eyes snap shut and a shot of pleasure darts through me.

“Mmmm, that’s the good stuff,” he groans, licking at my stomach. His warm tongue glides slowly over my brown skin in the best kind of torture. When the first drops of whiskey are licked up, he pours some more that he promptly sucks off. The suction feels even better, taking my mind to dirty places.

Every move of his is gradual and methodical, like he recognizes how he’s turning me on with each touch. His hands squeeze at my torso, at the sides of my stomach, before they travel up toward my breasts.

I writhe in response, his palms smoothing over the swells of flesh.

Though I’m still dressed, his hands feel amazing. His touch feels like fire burning me up.

Eventually, he winds up on my mouth, taking my lips in another hot kiss.

I can only moan. I can only sink into all the sensations he’s bringing me.