Forbidden (Hamiltown Heat #4)

by Tia Louise

I’ve had too much bourbon. My control is frayed thin, and I close the space between us without hesitation. “Oh, God,” she gasps as I catch her face in my hand, holding her cheeks with my fingers. Leaning closer, our noses brush. “What do you want from me?” I’m breathing fast, and it’s my last chance to turn back. Turning her face in my hand, her pink tongue slips out, and she sucks my thumb into her mouth. I hiss, allowing her to do it, to pulse her tongue against the base as she holds my gaze. Jerking my hand away, I seal my lips to hers. A moan slips from her throat, and I push her mouth open, plunging my tongue inside to taste her. She meets me halfway, curling her tongue with mine, straight vodka. Her fingers thread in my hair, tugging me closer, and our faces turn, lips pulling as we consume, chasing each other’s mouths in ravenous kisses. My hands start at her waist before sliding higher, cupping and lifting her bare breasts under her sweater. My thumbs circle her hardened nipples, and I want to rip the fabric away and consume her soft flesh. Breaking apart, my face is in her hair, and I’m breathing fast, inhaling her scent of jasmine and rich woods. She’s decadent and delicious. “I want you to touch me,” she purrs, and the inferno inside me destroys the last of my resistance.