Page 45 of Tennessee Trouble

“Do you, Lindee? Do you want more?”

Whimpering, she nods, teeth sinking into her bottom lip.

“Tell me…”

“I…” She swallows hard, rubbing herself against me again. “I want more.”

I drag my hand down the front of her jeans, staying on this side of the fabric, tracing over the zipper and down in between her legs. The fabric is thick, not leaving much room for movement, but I feel out the spot where the seams meet, gently pressing against it, hoping to hit the target.

“Gahh!” Lindee gasps, hips bucking into me.

Jackpot…

“Tell me…” I whisper into her ear, nipping at the shell. “Tell me what you want, Luna…”

Eyes going wide and flashing with fire, Lindee licks her lips, something inside her being activated. Strands of deep amber and bright gold dance in her perfect hazel eyes, holding me hostage as desire rises in her.

“You,” she declares, as if the answer were simple and obvious.

It was—to a point. Except, it’s not enough.

“What about me?” I press, moving my finger just enough to press the bunched fabric against her core.

Lindee inhales deeply, the inferno in her growing with each breath. Each rise and fall of her chest makes her tits jiggle under her tee, teasing me with their dance. Just for that, I’m going to draw this out as long as I can.

“I want you.”

“Yeah?” I taunt, pressing into her more. “Want me to what?”

Narrowing her eyes at me, as if trying to see clearer—or maybe shoot daggers—Lindee growls. Yes, as in all-out growls. It’s sexy, rough, and easily the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. File that away in my memories, because it’s enough to fuel a million fantasies.

“Make me come.” Looking up at me, she delivers her wish like it’s a challenge. One she seems to think I might not be able to live up to. “Hard.”

Challenge accepted…

“That’s my girl.”

I kiss her again, this time harder than before, taking no mercy on her. She wants to come hard; she’s going to. I sure hope that there’s good sound insulation in this basement, or the patrons of the museum upstairs are about to know my name. Then our little secret rendezvous will be public knowledge.

Not something either of us wants.

Snaking my hand back up her front, I flick open the button of her jeans, continuing to kiss her like I need her to breathe. Like her kiss is the only thing that is going to save me. It might just be actually.

Nothing—and I mean nothing—has ever intoxicated me as much as her kiss. Including that very first batch of shine Milo and I cooked up in the woods back in the day. I’ve always thought that was the drunkest I would ever be. But that was before I kissed Lindee Murray. Before I knew what this intoxicating woman could do to me.

I grab hold of the zipper, slowly lowering it, unclicking the teeth one by one. There’s no need to rush.

“Brandt…” Lindee muses.

“Yes?”

“I need you.”

“I’m right here.”

Heaving out a heavy sigh, she wiggles her hips, silently telling me where she wants me. I chuckle, knowing exactly what she’s after. Good thing it’s what I’m after too.

“Oh, I see, you want me right…” I slip my hand into her unzipped pants, the soft cotton of her panties greeting me. I take my time, enjoying the feel of them. Dampness greets me as I reach her core, her body backing up her words. “…here.”