“Watch me.” She starts to scan the bar.
I grip her hip. “Fine. You wanna do a body shot? Lie back on the bar. Now.”
Her eyes widen the slightest bit. For a second, I’m scared I pushed this too far, but then the corner of her mouth twitches. I recognize that look instantly. She’s trying not to smile.
She’s into this.
Raw want races through me. She lies back on the bar top.
“Pull up your shirt,” I growl.
She slides up her top, revealing the smooth plane of her stomach. I pour the shot into her belly button.
Then I grab the lime and hold it above her face. “Open your mouth.”
She swallows hard before parting her pretty, plush lips. I place the lime wedge in her mouth. And then I look at her. I run my gaze all over her body. Tequila glistens in the dip of her belly button. Her chest heaves with each breath she takes.
She’s sprawled out, her body soft and smooth. For me.
A rough breath falls from my lips as I lean my face down to her stomach. I hold her gaze as I stick my tongue out. Slowly,I lick the tequila that’s dripped below her belly button. I groan softly at how sweet her skin is.So fucking good.
I dip my tongue into her belly button, watching as her mouth parts open. Her lips tremble. It’s too loud in here for me to hear, but in my head, I can hear her whimper. That soft, sweet, desperate sound.
I take my time. I go slow. I make sure I get every last drop before I lean up. I lick my lips and hum, holding her gaze the entire time.
I hover my mouth over hers before I lean down and suck on the lime wedge pinned between her lips. I run my tongue over the ridges of the fruit, gliding over her silky lips.
Soft vibrations hit my mouth. She’s moaning. I can’t hear her because of the shitty country music blasting in this place, but I can feel it. I can feel the need coursing through her body, surfacing at her lips.
I suck harder on the lime wedge, savoring the sour taste. I watch as her eyebrows crash together and her expression turns pleading.
I know I should stop. She’s my best friend. We’ve never crossed the line like this before. But I can’t help it. I want more.
Just then, I hear clapping. When I lean up and glance around, that’s when I notice we have an audience. Everyone at the bar is looking at us, whistling and applauding. The female bartender fans herself as she smiles.
I glance back at the guys. Anna and Poppy are at the table with them. They’re looking over at us with amused looks on their faces. Nick flashes a thumbs-up.
My face heats as I help Briar sit up.
“Everyone’s staring at us,” she says. Her full cheeks are flushed red.
I rub the back of my neck, a little embarrassed. I wasn’t trying to put on a show for the whole bar…but I don’t regret what I did.
That cheap tequila was the best I’ve ever tasted because I licked it off her skin.
Everyone around us goes back to whatever they were doing. Briar and I look at each other for a long moment. The air between us is thick and heavy. That body shot did something to us. I’m not sure what yet.
“We need to talk,” Briar says.
I nod.
“Not here. It’s too loud.”
I help her off the counter, and together we walk out of the bar.
Chapter 27
Briar
