Whiskey Sharp: Torn. Lauren Dane

even hotter and wetter. Even through the latex it was enough to bring the orgasm he’d been holding back roaring toward him as he stayed where he was, his body caging hers, thrusting deep and hard.

      She whimpered into the blankets as she started to explode around him and that was it. He continued to fuck her as it sucked him in and held him under. He came so hard his thigh muscles burned and jumped.

      * * *

      “SWEET BABY JESUS eating jerky,” she mumbled, rolling over so she could watch him get out of bed to dispose of the condom. She just had some of the hottest sex of her life with a dude who looked like sex on legs.

      “Wait. Did you just say sweet baby Jesus eating jerky?” he asked, a wary expression on his face.

      “I did. I was just thinking about how you’re just so damned gorgeous and hot and it occurred to me what a delight that was.”

      He snorted as he joined her in getting dressed, and then pulled her into a hug, taking a long, leisurely trip around her mouth and throat before letting her go at last.

      Leaving her needing to lean against the wall a moment because she was weak in the knees.

      “Glad to be of service,” he said. “I like the way you objectify me.”

      “That’s a big relief because I gotta tell you, looking at you gets me all warm and tingly. And then you add the cooking and the sense of humor and the way you fuck and it’s just downright impossible not to objectify you.”

      Smiling, he walked two steps back to where she leaned against the wall and caged her in with his body. Yum.

      “I’m not the irresistible one here,” he murmured before bending his knees to kiss her slow. “I have dreams about your taste,” he said, stepping away from her.

      How did one even process a man like Beau saying such things? It made her light-headed in the best way. Made her feel like a gorgeous queen and damn it was really fucking wonderful.

      The start of something really fucking wonderful. She hoped, even as she knew it could be a quick thing, she had a very strong feeling it wouldn’t be. There was something compelling about not only Beau, but the energy they had as Beau and Cora.

      She shouldn’t think on it overmuch at that point though. Let it be magic. Magic was lovely.