Page 15 of Bourbon Wishes (Wine Country Alphas #3)

I flick my tongue against the side of Constance's throat, tasting the salt of her skin. Need pounds through me in time to the driving bass vibrating the floor beneath our feet.

"You move like a dream, baby," I rasp against her skin, raking my teeth down the tendon in the side of her throat. "I couldn't keep my eyes off you. Neither could any of the other little pricks here tonight."

"I'm just dancing."

"Liar." I nip her skin, my hand tightening around her perfect throat. "You wanted me watching, didn't you?"

"Maybe."

"You wanted me jealous and desperate."

"Yes," she moans. "I like the way you look at me when you're ready to snap, Bastian. I like being the one who pushes you over the edge." Her ass brushes my cock. "I like making you desperate."

I release her only long enough to grab her hand, pulling her across the dance floor. We dodge the other dancers, creating our own path right through the middle.

"Where are we going?" she asks breathlessly, but I don't bother answering, not until we're stepping off the dance floor on the far side, already hurrying toward the dark hall tucked in the corner.

"To give you what you really want," I murmur. "Now."

Her dilated eyes meet mine, "yes" already spilling from her perfect lips.

There's a line outside the women's bathroom, so I pull her into the men's. The only guy in the room is zipping up at the urinal. He glances up at us, surprise flaring in his dilated eyes when he sees her standing beside me, clinging to my arm. A fuzzy smile stretches across his face.

"Get the fuck out," I snap.

His smile slips, falling from his face as he stumbles toward the door. He doesn't say a word as he skirts around us, exiting the bathroom with all the haste of someone three drinks deep.

As soon as he's gone, I flip the lock, pressing her up against the door.

"I'm burning that fucking dress when we get home," I growl right before claiming her mouth in a brutal kiss. She gasps, allowing me to sweep my tongue into her mouth. I suck on hers, already dragging my fingertips up her thighs, desperate to touch her, to feel her falling apart around me again.

She moans and quivers as I flick her panties aside, breaking our kiss to drag my lips down the side of her throat. Her head thumps against the door, my name a soft groan on her lips.

"Take my cock out," I order, my thumb already running up her slit. She's so fucking wet for me already. She loved taunting me on that dance floor. Now, she gets to pay for it. "See what you've turned me into."

She fumbles with my zipper while I play with her, thrusting two fingers inside her to wreck and ruin her. I don't take it easy on her. Fuck that. She knew exactly what she was doing to me out there. Hell, she knew the minute she stepped into that dress.

"Every time you look at me, I'm this fucking hard." I suck and bite the side of her throat while I fuck her with my fingers. "You think you need to taunt me to make me snap? All I have to do is look at you, and I'm ready to lose my mind."

"Bastian," she moans.

"You think they'll hear you screaming my name over the music when I'm fucking you raw?" I ask, boosting her up into my arms. Her legs wrap around my hips, opening her up to me. Her dress is around her waist, her lipstick already smeared from my kisses. She's beautifully mussed, wildly unkempt.

Christ, she's so fucking sexy.

"Maybe," she gasps, delving into my boxers to wrap her perfect hand around my cock. Her dilated eyes meet mine. "Maybe they'll hear you screaming mine."

"I fucking hope they do." I lift her up, allowing her to notch my cock at her entrance.

I don't drop her, though. Not yet. Instead, I keep her hovering there.

Keep her desperate. "Then they'll know that you're mine—that I'm the only one allowed to touch you like this.

This perfect body and this sweet little cunt belong to me. "

She whimpers, squirming, but I don't move. I just watch her—the way she pants, the pulse fluttering wildly in her throat. The way her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are dilated. The way she's wholly mine in this moment, uncaring where we are or who hears us.

"Please," she begs when she can't stand the anticipation anymore, pulling my hair. She's frantic for it now, whimpering. "Please, Bastian. Fuck me."

I slam her down on me, earning a soft cry of ecstasy as I bottom out in her tight heat. "Goddamn," I growl, slamming my fist against the door. " Goddamn , Constance. You're tighter every fucking time I'm in you."

"I know!" she sobs, head tilted back against the door, eyes at half-mast. She writhes on me, so wet her juices drip down my balls.

My fingers dig into her hips, my face buried between her breasts as I pound into her, rattling the damn door on the frame.

I don't give a fuck who hears it, though.

Like I told her, I want them to hear. I want them to know that she's mine.

I'm the one who gets to fuck her like this.

I'm the only one she lets touch this perfect body. She chose me.

"Never giving this up," I growl, nipping and biting along the line of her cleavage. "I'm keeping you on my cock and in my bed for the rest of my fucking life. No one else gets to touch what's mine."

"Bastian!" she moans, pulling my hair so hard it hurts.

It only makes me fuck her harder, makes me more desperate to keep her right here in my arms and on my cock where she belongs. I want to tell her that I'm wild about her—that every damn thought in my head belongs to her, but I know better than that.

If I do, she'll bolt. Every bit of progress I've made with her will unravel. I can't risk that, not when she's only just beginning to admit to herself what's really happening between us.

"Please, please," she whimpers, her heels digging into my back.

"You think you have to beg me?" I suck her skin into my mouth, leaving behind a red mark. "Anything you want is yours. Christ, Constance. It's always been yours." I place my lips at the base of her throat, groaning. "I'm yours, baby."

She shatters around me with a sharp cry, my name echoing around the bathroom loud enough that I know everyone in the hall hears her.

They hear me roaring in response, too. I drive into her without rhythm, fucking her like a madman.

She's thrown from one orgasm right into a second, ripping at my hair and shouting my name.

I sink my teeth into the side of her throat, my legs threatening to buckle as her inner muscles clamp around my cock, ripping my own orgasm from me. I come hard, buried to the hilt inside her. And it takes everything I have not to say the three little words dancing on the tip of my tongue.

I love her. Christ, I am so in love with her.

She melts against me with a whimper, panting for breath. I hold her, breathing her in, trying not to completely lose my mind over her. I think it's already too late for that, though. It was too late long before I was inside her the first time.

"Let me in," I whisper. It's not a command. It's a plea, the one damn thing I need more than air at this point. I need her to let me in. I need her to fall.

I'm not going to survive this shit if she doesn't.