Her hands fly through my wet hair, and then she cups my cheeks, her eyes meeting mine. “I don’t want you to stop.”
A warmth spreads through my chest, and I want her to expand on her words.
Stop fucking her. Not even close.
Stop being near her every day. No fucking way.
She kisses me, hard on the lips, and it turns to slow and sensual in a few seconds flat. And with her kiss, our pace stalls, and our movements become unhurried, unsteady, but my heart beat hammers on.
This slow fuck does more to my system than screwing her hard and fast did five minutes ago. I’m so close to losing my cool. So close to fucking coming before I’ve yet to see her do it again.
“You need to come, Kiki. I don’t know how much longer I can hang on.”
She stares into my eyes, like she understands my plea, and leans her head back, eyes closed as the water sprays over her.
I lean in, kissing a trail up her neck, biting her flesh, sinking my teeth into her. “Come for me.”
Her moans start up again, louder and louder, like thunder crashing all around us.
And my fucking god does she scream my name at the top of her lungs. My girl’s loud, and I love every sound she makes.
My body can barely hold on, but I don’t let go of her, running my hand up her torso to wrap my fingers around her long, wet hair. I fist through it, pulling her toward me to press my lips against hers.
This girl...fuck.
I’m planted deep inside her and already I’m thinking about when’s the next chance I get to fuck her. When I will get to have this beautiful woman all to myself again.
I can’t stop thinking about the way she feels, or the way she makes me feel as I keep screwing her against the bathroom tile.
“I’m going to come...again,” she calls out for only me to hear, and I wrap my fist tighter in her hair, pulling her forward so I can get a good angle to plunge even harder into her.
God, she makes me come alive. Like some sort of voodoo, I’ve never felt before.
My heart pounds as she comes all over me.
“Keep coming. Come all over my dick.”
The tightness of her as she orgasms spins me into mayhem and my body explodes into hysteria.
After we’ve calmed, and our heartbeats have returned to normal, I shampoo her hair. She has great hair, and I run my fingers through each strand.
I’ve got it bad for this girl.
Like really fucking bad.
“Try this one next.” I slide over the watermelon sour beer I’ve been working on.
She takes the pilsner into her hand, sipping just a bit to let the taste wet her tongue. And this simple action has my dick ready to leave the brewery and recreate the shower we just took not too long ago. “Mmm,” she says.
“For that beer, I’d use this bottle.” I slide over the graphic I’ve hand drawn of a rose-colored beer bottle with a pink label.
“Wow.” She stares at me like I’m an anomaly she can’t quite figure out. “You drew this?”
“Yeah.” I shrug. “It’s always been a passion of mine.”
She takes another sip, and I’ve never in my life wanted to be the rim of a glass. “I love it, it’s all so classy. Not over the top.”
I wet my lips. “Yeah, that’s what I was going for. But, I have others too.” I slide the next coffee and cream flavored porter. “Try this.”
She takes a sip. “Oh, I love that one.”
“And I’d use this bottle.” I show her the graphic of a white bottle with orange and red swirly designs.
She takes a longer beat to study it. “You’re so talented.” The scent of her coconut shampoo floods my nose, and I’m transported back to the shower with her body against mine.
“Thank you,” I whisper out in a rush, trying my best not to kiss her right now.
“So, what happens now? You’ll start selling this beer in the pub?”
I stare at the pictures for a second before answering. “I wish it were that simple. I need something bigger. Maybe a launch party to showcase the products. I have a few restaurants to hit to see if they’ll carry our beer, as well as seeing if the others who do carry, would be willing to pick up the female beer products.”
And now I need to make sure these ideas stick. With me leading the brigade, I’m sure I can convince restaurants they’ll want these products.
Every restaurant wants the next big thing. The ‘it’ beer that’ll make the patrons rush to the bar to drink it. It’s simple really, we need to make sure the girl beer is marketed just right. As the next ‘it’ item.
“Ahh, lots of steps.”
I can’t help but notice the way her eyes sparkle when she stares at my pictures once more. “Yeah, nothing in life is ever easy.”
“Especially things that are worth it.” Her words hang in the air.
We’re alone in the brewery, thanks to the key Urban gave me, so I lean in, kissing her with abandon before letting her try any more beer.
Before I lose my head and fuck her on the bar, I break the kiss. “Want to try the dog beer now?”
She scrunches her cute little button nose. “I don’t know. Is it safe?”
I’m trying real hard not to sweep everything off this countertop, bend her over it, and spank her for thinking I’d give her anything not safe. “Just because it’s for dogs, don’t think it isn’t one-hundred percent healthy for humans too.” I slide over the bottle, twisting off the cap for her. “Try this one, it’s called Pup Pow.”
She tries it and her brows raise. “Wow, that’s not too bad. And it’s good for them?”
“Yeah. A lot of dogs need joint vitamins, and when they’re puppies it’s always good to get them on a vitamin regimen.” I hand her another bottle with a picture of a dog licking a bowl of beer on it. “This one I did a rough sketch on the bottle label.”
She studies the bottle of Doggone Good, and does that thing again, where she stares at me like I’ve impressed her. “Have I mentioned I love this idea.”
I crack a sly grin. “Maybe you should show me how much you love it.”
“Maybe one day I will.” She stands and walks her tight ass away to check out the machinery.
I watch her like a hawk.
“So, you made all the new beer here?”
I lean against the stainless-steel counter, crossing my arms. “Yeah, I did.”
“And now you’ll go to Atlanta to make samples to show them off?”
“Yeah, at my manufacturing facility.”
“I don’t know why I find that so sexy, but I do.”
I grin. “Yeah? What else do you find sexy?”
She sucks in a breath of air. I’m kind of anticipating her answer, ready to make sure I do everything on her list. Pending she has a list, that is.
She hmm’s and hah’s for a moment before saying, in the most seductive voice imaginable, “I find it sexy when you kiss me.” She takes a step in my direction. “And I find it sexy when you touch me.” Another step closer. “And when you say my name.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” she breathes out.
“Let’s get out of here.”