Rough Country (Tannen Boys 3)

“I like this,” she whispers against my T-shirt.

“I like you,” I tell her. Weak words for the thunder raging through my veins, but my racing heart is doing its best to get blood to flow north to my brain.

We sway quietly and I breathe her in. She smells like she’s been working, lemons and beer and bleach, but underneath is her own unique scent, and I take it into my lungs. I sing softly, a grittier, rougher version of the sweet song, and the jukebox plays on, serenading us.

After a few songs, Willow pulls back and looks up at me. Her eyes are begging for something she won’t say. “Bobby—”

I don’t make her ask. I’ve waited long enough already.

My mouth is instantly on hers, exploring and possessing. I trace her sides, brushing along the sides of her breasts before reaching back to firmly grab her ass. She whimpers in response to my tight grip, and I hungrily swallow the sweet sound. I pull her toward me, grinding against her, and a groan of pure bliss vibrates through my chest. I lower my hands to the backs of her thighs, encouraging her up, and lift her to straddle my waist, needing more, wanting to give her more.

Walking backward without breaking our kiss, I find the bar and set her on it. She pulls back long enough to warn, “I am not having sex on my uncle’s bar.”

Devilishly, I grin. “Not tonight, you’re not.”

Her mouth drops open in surprise, and I can’t help but laugh a little. But when she pushes at my chest in protest, I don’t move an inch. “Tonight, I’m going to kiss you, get you drunk on me, and make you so needy that you want me deep inside you. Then we’re going to go home . . . alone.”

Her face falls a bit, which gives me a twisted bit of reassured joy. She does want me.

“Don’t pout. Know that I’m going to be fucking my hand and wishing it were your sweet little pussy taking my cum.” Behind those big, black frames, she blinks at my words, and I wonder if anyone has ever talked dirty to her before. Softening a bit, I tell her, “I’m not going to rush this, Willow. We only get to do this buildup for the first time once, and when I get inside you, I’m going to want to stay there forever, so I’m going to enjoy this part and drive us both crazy until we can’t stand it anymore. Make me earn it, make me work for you. Don’t give in to me too fast because as soon as you do, I won’t be able to stop.”

Her smile returns in increments. “How do you make it sweet that you don’t want to have sex with me? Most guys would take the easy lay.”

“I’m not most guys,” I tell her. “And you’re not an easy lay. You’re . . . everything.”

Shit. Cat’s out of the bag now.

I watch her carefully, hoping she doesn’t bolt. To my delight, her smile grows to the point where her eyes crinkle at the edges in true happiness.

Relief washes through me, and before she can think on it too much more, I dive back into her for another kiss, returning us to the crazy beauty of this madness.

Her tongue thrashes against mine, and I moan at the power of her hunger. Weaving my fingers into her hair, I tilt her head to the side and trace down the line of her neck, nipping and kissing my way to her collarbone, which I lave with my tongue. She tastes like salt and sweetness, and I lap at her skin for more.

Her hands grip at my shirt, fisting the cotton before splaying wide to roam over my abs. I flex beneath her touch, wanting to rip my shirt off and feel her palms against my skin. But I don’t. If I start taking off clothes, I’ll have my jeans around my thighs and her shorts around her knees in an instant.

But shirts don’t have to come off to get at what I want. I slide the strap of her tank top off her shoulder, giving myself room to work, and push the neckline lower. With one finger, I follow the edge of the black cotton bra I find. I can see her nipple through the thin material and groan. “Mmm, sweetheart.” She arches beneath my touch, giving me silent permission to go further, and I swipe my thumb over the nub through the fabric, feeling it harden even more.

Needing to see her, I pull the cotton down to expose her small tit. I knead at the skin roughly, making tight circles around her dusky pink nipples. “So pretty,” I growl before I suck as much of her skin into my mouth as I can. I form a tight seal around her nipple, sucking and teasing at her with my tongue at the same time.