Whiskey Sour by Liliana Hart Page A

overrated.”
    The light bulb clicked on above my head and I licked my lips and swallowed nervously as he came closer.
    “Umm—”
    “What? No response?” he asked, smiling a little.
    He put his finger beneath the strap of my tank top and pulled me closer until I was flush with his body. His lips teased and nipped at my chin and down my throat and he backed me up until I hit the edge of the dining room table.
    “Bedroom,” I moaned as he pulled my tank top off over my head and his mouth latched onto my nipple. “Condoms. Bedroom.” My speech was reduced t o Neanderthal level, and then his fingers found their way up the wide leg of my shorts and I stopped thinking all together.
    “I’ve got the first round,” he said, pulling back and digging in his pocket. He threw a condom down on the table and lifted m e so I sat on the edge. All I could think was that I was glad my dad had insisted on buying good solid oak. Otherwise this could have been an embarrassing situation.
    “Right,” I said, pulling his t-shirt from his jeans and jerking it over his head. “I’ve got forty-eight more in the bedroom. Just in case.”
    He pulled back and stared at me incredulously. “I hope you’re not planning to use them all tonight. I have to be able to walk tomorrow.”
    I laughed and frantically tugged at his belt buckle, and he sucked in a breath as I finally took the hard heat of him in my hand.
    “Jesus,” he groaned. “I’ve been waiting too long to be inside of you. I’ll be lucky to last five seconds.”
    “You’ll have to make it up to me.”
    He kissed me hard, sliding his tongue against mine in a dance that had every nerve ending in my body ready to detonate. Sight and sound had stopped working at some point, and all I could do was feel—the cool wood of the table beneath my back and the scrape of the denim of his jeans against my thighs as he pushed them past his hips.
    He settled himself between my legs and then he was pushing inside of me. I forgot to breathe and immediately spasmed around him.
    “Oh, God,” I said, as my eyes rolled back in my head.
    He clasped his hands with mine and rode me through the wave, burying his head in my neck and calling my name as he followed.
     
    ***
     
    An alarm sounded somewhere in the depths of my subconscious, so I rolled over to turn it off except there was an obstacle in the form of a hard male body in my way. He turned toward me, draping his arm across my waist, and I could tell he was awake in more ways than one.
    “Why do I hear bells?” I asked.
    “I set an alarm. I’ve got to get back to work.” He nibbled at my neck and hiked my leg over his hip, probing against me.
    “Hey! I’m trying to sleep here,” I said grumpily. “I thought you had to go to work.”
    “I set it early so I’d have time to do this.”
    His fingers worked some magic that made my eyes cross, and I decided maybe I could learn to be a morning person. “It’s a good thing I like you.”
    He laughed and rolled me to my back, sliding deep inside of me and hitting my new favorite place, and I forgot all about being sleepy.
     
    ***
     
    The next time I opened my eyes it was after noon. I didn’t remember Nick leaving, but considering I’d all but been a puddle of jelly by the time he’d finished with me, my unconsciousness was pretty understandable.
    I rolled out of bed, wincing as my muscles protested in remembrance of what they’d been doing all night, and I hopped into the shower. I jumped out again just as quickly and pulled on a royal blue strapless sundress and black flip-flops with giant flowers on top. My skin was healthy and glowing, my eyes were bright, and I had a stupid grin on my face. I looked like I’d spent a day at the spa. Apparently amazing sex was the next best thing.
    I checked my email and was happy to see Kate had sent me the information I’d requested on Amanda Whitfield. I printed it out while I popped a hazelnut coffee blend pod in the Keurig and made