God, how he’d missed her moans.
Alma’s mouth opened; her words breathy. “Oh, baby…Just like that. It feels so good.”
Alma never used to talk during sex. He loved how confident she was now, only wishing she had been that secure before. But they had been so young. And he had been her first. Was he still her one and only?
He would never dare ask her that. He had no right to know. He’d lost that privilege when he tossed her aside.
And he had definitely not been a saint since he’d left her. But he had never been in love with any other woman than the one he was kissing right now.
“You like that?” Her skin tasted spicy yet sweet. Just like her.
“Yes, baby. Don’t stop.”
He threw her over his shoulder and carried her to the bar, where he placed her on her back. He pulled off her jeans, revealing her black lace thong. Man, she was perfection. He spread her legs open wide.
He took a moment to appreciate her beauty…her curves were even more kicking than he remembered, and her skin was tanner. She had filled out in all the right places; she was no longer the eighteen-year-old cute girl he had fallen for. She was a brilliant, sexy, and accomplished woman.
He hitched in a breath at the sight of her eyes. In her dark brown orbs, he saw something different from what he had seen in the past. Something that he’d never noticed before, maybe because he hadn’t looked or maybe because it hadn’t been there. Confusion lingering in her soul.
Jaime would flush out the uncertainty and replace it with ecstasy. At least for a moment, she could escape with him to paradise.
He forced himself to pull away from her and move around the bar.
“What are you doing?”
He shook his head. “Relax. Time to create my own tasting.”
He grabbed a bottle of tequila—a blanco—some salt, and a lime.
Alma’s mouth widened into a smile. They had been kids in college and had grown up and explored each other sexually, but Jaime was the first to admit he had been inexperienced back then. His knowledge of sex had been from awkward experiences as a teen and watching way too much internet porn. Since their split, he’d learned a few things, and he was more than willing to give her a glimpse.
“Open your mouth, babe.”
She licked her lips and parted them. Jaime placed the rind of the lime in her mouth, so its flesh pointed toward him, sprinkled salt on her chest, and then poured the tequila in her belly button.
“This is the way I like to drink tequila.”
She spit out the rind. “Oh, aren’t you the expert. Maybe youshouldopen your own tequila line,” she said teasingly.
His throat tightened. He was grateful that he had been honest with her about why he came up here in the first place. Maybe he would make more progress on the tequila line before he left town.
It’d be so damn hard if he never got to do this again. He swirled his fingertip over her nipple, unable to resist teasing her while she waited for him. He kept his gaze on her eyes as he licked the salt off her tits in long, slow movements, and smiled when her breaths became a little erratic. She wiggled, causing a drop of tequila to spilldown her side, but he bent and licked it off before taking the small shot from her belly button.
He was still smiling when he took the lime from between her lips.
“Maybe I should add this tasting method to the menu. I could charge a lot for it,” she teased. “Though I question your choice of tequila. Honestly, I would’ve gone with an añejo.”
“Smart-ass,” he growled. “And don’t you dare. It’s only for us.”
She laughed and arched her back, which made her knees pull up a bit.
Jaime climbed up onto the bar and gave himself an even sweeter taste than anything he had sampled in the bar.
Her.
He kissed down her body, lavishing attention on her belly until he reached her panties. She let out a deep moan when he pressed kisses over the delicate lace, which was already wet. He pulled them off and stopped to stare at her beautiful pussy. Her skin was tan and soft, and her hair was waxed into a perfect landing strip.
He planted kisses on her thighs, inhaling her sweet scent, teasing her for as long as he could hold himself back. Then, spreading her legs wide, he licked her, and she gasped. God, she tasted as sweet as he remembered, like pure honey. He licked her like she was an oasis in the desert, like she was the first woman he’d ever had the pleasure to be with, like she was the last woman he would ever taste.
