"Yes." She draws out the word like she's lost to the aromas. "Mmm, that and so much more."
Aye, now my cock is awake and stiffening. "Have a sip."
She tilts the glass and lets the whisky slide between her lips. The tip of her tongue is just visible. Her eyes fly open for a heartbeat as if the taste surprises her, then they flutter shut. Setting the glass down, she drags her tongue over her lips and moans.
I can imagine what she's experiencing. Talisker tastes fruity and spicy, with an initial burst of pepper followed by a hint of toasted flavor and a touch of honey. I love whisky, but I've never reacted to it the way she does.
"You like it, then?" I ask, my voice suddenly hoarse. The weight of my lust for her does that to me.
She opens her eyes, though only a sliver. "I enjoyed it, yes."
I thread my fingers through hers, stroking her hand while rubbing the heel of her palm with my thumb. "I like the way you enjoy whisky. Makes me imagine that same look on your face when I take your body."
Her breasts rise and fall with every breath as she examines the whisky left in her glass and turns it in lazy circles to swish the amber liquid. "Do you always equate whisky with sex?"
"Only with you." I drag the brownie dish toward me and plunge the knife through the flaky top layer, deep into the tender, dark-chocolate flesh beneath. "The sensuality of whisky begs for a decadent partner."
I cut two pieces and gently lift the warm slices out of the dish, setting one on each plate. The rich scent of the confection invigorates my senses, but it's the ravenous look on Erica's face that sends blood rushing into myslat.
But I don't think she's hungry only for brownies.
After I dish out two servings of ice cream, I offer a plate to Erica.
She accepts it, catching her bottom lip between her teeth and releasing it little by little.
My cock jerks.
I impale my brownie with my fork, penetrating it to the hilt, the way I plan on penetrating her body. When her lips part and her eyes drift half-closed, I thrust the loaded tines of my fork into the ice cream, slathering my treat with it. Erica watches me, seeming almost spellbound as I slide the morsel, now dripping with melting ice cream, between my lips. The flavors of sweet, dark chocolate and vanilla cream inundate my mouth. As good as this tastes, I hunger for a different sort of sweet even more than I want the food. So I let my mind conjure a fantasy of me with my head between Erica's thighs while I devour every last drop of her cream.
Her tongue sneaks out to moisten her lower lip, and her gaze is riveted to my mouth.
Once I've consumed my bite of brownie, I lick the crumbs off my lips. "You'll be in my bed tomorrow night at the outside."
She shoves a mouthful of brownie and ice cream between her lips, consuming it so slowly that the movements become erotic.
Or maybe I'm obsessed with thoughts of ravishing her.
I curl my tongue around another mouthful of my treat, chewing as slowly and erotically as she had done. "What are you thinking of?"
"What's to come."
A smirk tightens my lips, though I try to suppress it. "You, lass. You're what's to come. In my bed, at my hand, over and over and over."
Erica thrusts a forkful of brownie into her mouth, eating it before she speaks again. "Don't get cocky, Mr. MacTaggart."
The lass really shouldn't speak in that sultry tone unless she's wanting to turn me into a rutting beast. Since I can't do that yet, I opt for a different, but no less sensual, option.
I surge forward, half my body slanted over the table, and claim her mouth. I coil my tongue around hers, every possessive lash coaxing a moan out of her, and when I can't take it any longer, I plunge deep into her warm, silky mouth. She slumps a little, her body angling toward mine, and begins to nip and lap at my tongue, letting out wee grunts that evince a hunger as deep as mine. She tastes like brownies and ice cream, but the flavor only intensifies my need for her.
Any second, I'll drag her onto the table and tear her clothes off.
I sever the kiss, though it takes all my willpower to peel my lips away from hers.
Erica wilts into her chair, slack-jawed and almost panting.
Aye, I'm feeling the same way—stunned by the passion that single kiss ignited. I drop back into my chair and spear a bite of brownie, twirling my fork while I envision the night when Erica will finally let me lose myself in her body.
It must be soon. My cock won't let me wait much longer.