“Do you think that’s a good idea?” I asked, voice tight.
I held my breath, waiting for her to step back and tell me I was right. That this wasn’t a good idea, but she didn’t.
“I’ve spent the past week doing everything I could to distract myself,” she admitted slowly. “But no matter what I do, my mind keeps coming back to you. So yes, I do think it’s a good idea. I think if I were going to do something like that, it should be now. Here. With you.”
I wasn’t sure if we were still talking about the body shots or if she was using it as a way to ask for what she really wanted.
“Are you sure you should be making a decision like that while you’re intoxicated?”
Olivia laughed softly. “Duke, I haven’t had a sip of alcohol in over two hours. Any lingering buzz is just enough to give me the courage to ask for what I want.” She held the lime in front of her face. “So, what’s it going to be?”
Slowly, I unclenched my fists and reached forward, letting my fingers dance along the hem of her dress. I waited patiently, waiting for her to tell me to stop, but she didn’t. Not even when my touch grew bolder, sliding along her hips to cup her ass and pull her into me.
Olivia gasped as the outline of my erection pressed into the top of her thigh, the sound making my cock ache. It was perfect. She was fucking perfect, and I couldn’t stop.
Moving my hands up, I gripped her waist, relishing the feel of her bare skin against mine. I was so close to having what I wanted, and yet I dragged it out, careful not to lose it so soon.
“Duke,” she breathed, carefully running her hands up to my shoulders.
It was all the permission I needed.
We moved at the same time, me lifting her into my arms and her wrapping her legs around my waist. I turned us around, perching her ass on top of the bar. I stayed there, enjoying the heat between her legs far too much. Olivia’s chest moved rapidly, the skin there a light shade of pink. It matched the flush along her cheeks.
“Pick your poison,” I said, stepping back. I took my time walking around the bar, all the while feeling her gaze searing into me. There was something about her attention that made me feel powerful. Like I was worth something. She wasn’t the kind of woman to trust easily, yet for some reason, she was here. Sitting on my bar like a goddamn queen.
She cleared her throat. “Tequila.”
I nodded, reaching into the small fridge for my personal bottle, which I kept there for special occasions, and a shot glass. If we were going to do this, might as well make it the good shit. “I prefer my liquor chilled. Hope you don’t mind.” She shook her head. “Good.”
I placed the bottle beside her, grabbing a salt shaker and fresh lime, before walking around and seating myself between her thighs. Her pupils were blown as I reached up, tracing the delicate hollow of her throat.
“I’m going to kiss your skin right here,” I said, trailing my fingers up toward her pulse point, “so that the salt stays put. Is that okay?”
“God, yes,” she breathed, nodding quickly.
“So eager,” I murmured, smirking. Her legs tightened around me as I leaned forward, latching my mouth onto the very spot I’d been dreaming of for weeks. I could feel her pulse thrumming through her skin, the pace nearly matching mine perfectly.
Olivia’s head fell back, giving me access, as I licked and sucked. It would’ve been easy to lose myself to the moment, to let my body take over and lips travel across the expanse of her body, but I kept myself contained.
I pulled back, the spot I’d left glistened beneath the neon lights. I brought the salt up and coated the area before it dried.
“A-And what about the tequila?” she stammered.
Olivia was the type of woman who commanded the attention of every room she entered. She didn’t balk or trip over her words. It was sexy as hell seeing that confidence slip away, leaving behind a woman desperate for my touch.
My finger ran along her neckline towards the delicate space between her breasts. “The shot will sit right here.”
I grabbed the glass and placed it exactly where I indicated. Then I reached for the bottle, unstoppering it with my teethbefore slowly pouring the tequila inside. She gasped as the liquor splashed onto her skin, pouring over the lip of the glass and soaking into the fabric of her dress.
“And for the final touch,” I said, bringing the lime to her mouth. She opened without instruction, keeping it perfectly poised between her lips. “Good girl. Keep it there for me, okay?”
She nodded, a small whimper escaping her throat as I leaned forward and closed my lips around the patch of salt, cleaning up the mess I’d left on her skin. It tasted better than I ever imagined, and left me feeling drunk before I’d even tasted a drop of tequila.
I met her gaze as I lowered my head to her breasts, running my nose along the fabric and inhaling her scent. Her breathing accelerated as I closed my mouth around the shot glass and pulled it from her cleavage. The liquor burned as it landed on my tongue, but I relished it, knowing I was only seconds away from tasting something far better.
Olivia grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me close, sealing our lips together. The tartness of the lime hit me first, quickly followed by the sensual swipe of her tongue.
Fuck me. This was a horrible idea. Probably the worst I’d ever had, but I couldn’t stop myself anymore.