Page 14 of Tennessee Trouble

Magical. Sweet. Breathtaking.

But I can’t hold out forever.

In the space of a heartbeat, I erase the distance, capturing her lips in mine. They’re unimaginably soft and sweeter than I could have dreamed. There’s still a faint hint of the cherry limeade lingering, but it’s more than that. A sweetness I can’t name. One that is taking over my senses and making me swimmy-headed. Like the best moonshine.

“Brewer…” Luna moans into the kiss, digging her hands into my shirt and yanking me closer.

She’ll hear no objections from me. In fact, I can do her one better.

Moving my hand down her back, I wrap my arm around her waist, hauling her into my lap. She squeaks, breaking the kiss for a second—but only a second—as she settles in, wrapping her arms around my neck and deepening the kiss. So deep I feel it consuming me. Yet, it’s still not enough. I need more of her.

Luna shifts in my lap, dragging her core against my growing bulge, and I bite back a moan. Her hands find my hair, weaving their way through the strands, fingernails gently scraping my scalp. The subtle but powerful move sends goose bumps up my arms and a zing down my spine, amping me up even more.

Quickly reaching a point where I’m not sure I can hold back anymore.

“Tell me if I should stop,” I say, kissing along her jaw toward her ear. I nip at the lobe, hoping to earn another drag of her crotch against mine.

It works, Luna bucking in my arms and tightening her grip on my hair. Fuck, yes.

“Don’t you dare,” she pants, her voice low and ragged.

Oh, I won’t…

“In fact,” she adds, leaning back just enough to look me in the eye. There’s a sparkle of mischief in those hazel beauties, making the blood in my veins feel like a volcano coming to life. “I’ve seen what you can do with a cherry stem.”

Ohhhh…this girl is trouble…

Pun intended.

I chuckle, already more than willing to rise to the challenge. “Then let me show you what I can really do.”

“Yes, please.”

“Good. Because these jeans need to go next.”

True to my word, I flick the button of her jeans open in a single move and start inching the denim over her thighs. Luna helps, rising to her feet, so I remove them the rest of the way.

Taking a moment, I stare at her legs. Her beautiful, silky skin highlighted by the firelight makes my mouth water. Every inch of me is wondering if the rest of her is as sweet as her kiss. If it is, then I’m done for. I’ll have to pack my bags and move to this town.

Forget our one-night agreement.

Slowly, I run my rough, calloused hands over her skin, sending a shiver through her. Grasping at the shoulders of my Henley, Luna tries to steady herself, but I can tell she’s already worked up. She’s ready for what comes next.

I stand, dragging my fingertips up her sides as I go. Breath hitching, Luna keeps her eyes trained on me. Like there’s a tether between us and she’s using it to guide me where she wants me. I willingly follow, at least for now. Because I have different plans for her in a second.

“Tell me, Luna…” I steal a soft kiss, barely grazing my lips against hers. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me?”

“Maybe…”

Maybe? That’s unexpected.

Then again, so much about this woman has been. She’s kept me on my toes all night—I don’t know why I thought this would be any different.

I find the hem of her panties, running my finger just inside, teasing the soft skin there. Luna does her best not to react, but I can see it in her eyes. In the way her pupils dilated and constricted almost immediately. She’s urging me on. Willing me to go lower.

Who am I to disobey?

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to find out the old-fashioned way.” I lower my hand into her damp curls, still holding her gaze as her breath hitches. “See what happens when I do this…”