Page 10 of Whiskey Lies


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He sighs. “Isn’t it obvious? Why else would both of us be on vacation in this beautiful place alone?”

He looks at me like he’s tired of dancing around the truth, but I have no intention of divulging mine. I don’t even know him.

“Maybe I just needed a break. I wanted to get some sun, and my friends couldn’t get away from their jobs.”

His brow lifts. “Is that true? What about your boyfriend?”

I laugh. “Oh, nice way to slip that question in.” I shake my head. “No boyfriend.”

I’m glad he didn’t ask about a husband. That lie would have been harder to swallow.

His lip curls up. “Good, I don’t like to share.”

My shoulders fall, and I release his neck as I breathe out through my mouth. “You really are something. Who says anything is happening between us?”

Cash yanks my hand and pulls me flush against his chest. My breathing gets heavy, and I fear looking up. With my chin between his fingers, he forces my gaze up to meet his own.“Don’t tell me you don’t feel this?”

My eyes dart between his. “Wh-what?” I manage to stutter.

His jaw tightens. “Don’t. Don’t lie to me. I know you feel this. It’s impossible that you don’t. Since we locked eyes on the plane there’s been a pull. It’s insane, and I’ve certainly never felt it before. You don’t have to do anything about it, but please don’t lie to me and tell me you don’t feel it.”

I feel every ridge in his chest and the unmistakable bulge in his pants. And as much as everything feels wrong—because I’m a woman who hasn’t thought of another man in years—it also feels right. And I can’t tell him he’s not right because the truth is I’ve been hit on by plenty of men over the years and I never batted an eye, but I think even if I was still cluelessly married to my cheating husband I would be drawn to this man.

“I can’t,” I pant.

His eyes sag. “Can’t what?”

“I can’t deny that I feel it too.”

His eyes light up and he lowers his lips to mine, the taste of whiskey caressing my tongue. Cash isn’t a gentle kisser; his hand goes behind my head as his fingers pull tightly on my hair, leaving me moaning into his mouth. He nips at my bottom lip and holds it between his teeth as his eyes meet mine. I’m breathless with need, and yet I keep going back for more. This is a panty-soaking, knee-shaking, whiskey-tasting kiss, and I never want it to end.

“Spend the night with me,” he whispers into my lips.

I shake my head. I’m not sleeping with him. Everything is happening too quickly. Just the mention of it has me pulling back.

“Not for that,” he says, meeting my eyes. “I just want to hold you, kiss you, talk to you.”

Confusion laces my face. “But why?”

He cradles my cheek and looks at me as if I’m spun from gold. “Because now that I’ve found you, I can’t let you go.”

Chapter 4

Cash

We enter my room like teenagers who’ve just discovered an empty bedroom at a high school party. Nervous but excited. That’s basically how I feel about her. With any other woman, if I’d been stood up, I wouldn’t have gone out of my way to pursue her again. But there’s something about her. I’m infatuated, drawn to her in an unexplainable way.

As the glow of the moon lights up her face, I’m left momentarily breathless. She’s beautiful.

Classically beautiful. Gracefully beautiful.

Her violet eyes look to me as if waiting for my touch. She may be the older one but there is something innocent about her. Precious. And I have an innate need to protect that.

Thoughts of pulling her hair while she’s on her knees are long gone. She deserves so much more than that tonight. She deserves a gentle touch, to be held, to be worshipped. I hold her face with both my hands, my thumb rubbing her cheek in wonder.

“You need to stop looking at me like that,” she says softly, searching my eyes.

“Not going to happen,” I reply, taking her lips hostage. She leans into my arms and moans again. I walk her backward to my bed, and she falls as we hit it. She sits up on her elbows staring at me, and I marvel at her.

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