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Bloody hell. I'm not meant to be showering her with romantic gifts. So why did I order heart-shaped chocolates?
I pull her down with me, and we lie in bed together with the sheets covering us from the hips down. After a few minutes, she leans over the bed's edge to snag her shirt from the floor and shrugs into it.
The box of chocolates lies beside me, so I flip the lid up and select a candy. I touch it to her lips. "Open up."
She complies, and I slip the sweet onto her tongue. She seals her mouth around it, not chewing, seeming to wait for the confection to dissolve on her tongue before she begins to chew. Her expression softens, her lips relaxing into a sensual smile as she relishes the treat I've given her. A barely audible moan escapes her lips.
I clear my throat and shift my hips under the blanket, as if that will disguise my growing erection. I have never thought of eating as an erotic act, but Erica proved me wrong—starting on the day when she brought me brownies and I gave the lass her first taste of Talisker.
With a rapturous sigh, she swallows the remnants of the confection.
I lick my lips, imagining all the ways I could make her show me that expression when I'm making love to her. Sliding off the bed, I retrieve the bottle of Talisker and one glass, both of which I'd hidden in the dresser. Then I crawl under the sheets with Erica again, though she still has her eyes closed. The lass is enjoying another heart-shaped sweet with even more pleasure than the first time, while her lids slide open.
But that does nothing to alleviate my problem. The look on her face is more rapturous than before.
I pour whisky into a glass, then down it in one swig. I repeat the process twice more.
"You okay?" she asks.
"If I don't drink myself into a stupor—" I decant more whisky into my glass. "—I'll take you again."
"And that's a bad thing."
I clap the glass down on the bedside table. "I've never made love to a woman more than twice in one night."
"I've never been made love to more than twice in a night, so we're even." Erica snatches the Talisker from me and gulps it straight from the bottle. She shakes her whole body in an exaggerated shudder, even flapping her lips like a cartoon character. Then she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. "Let's break new ground together. What do you say?"
Only Erica could make guzzling whisky seem so erotic that I can't control myself when I witness her doing that. I tear the bottle from her grasp and smack it down on the table. "I must obey, milady."
"My slave?" She skims her hand down my chest to the bulge growing under the sheets. "Ooh, I could get to like this."
She takes another gulp from the bottle.
I surge toward her, lashing my tongue across her lips to lap up the traces of whisky. "Heavenly."
Setting the bottle down, she leans back against the headboard. "How about tomorrow I give you the grand tour of Chicago? I mean, you're here on vacation, so you should experience the city."
"With you as my tour guide, I'd follow anywhere." I let my gaze wander down her body. "Since tour guides walk in front, I'll get to admire your lovely erse all day long."
"Hate to burst your bubble, but we'll be walking side by side."
"Even better." I shove a hand under her bottom. "I get to hold your lovely erse all day."
She slaps my arm playfully.
With an enormous effort, I convince myself to pull my hand away from her.
Erica threads her fingers through mine, and I curl my fingers around her hand.
"Tomorrow," she says, "I'll show you all my favorite places in the Windy City."
"Can't think of a better way to spend the day." I brush a kiss across her lips. "Thank you."
"Wait till you see where I take you before you thank me."
"I appreciate the offer." Lifting her hand to my lips, I feather kisses over her knuckles one by one. "But the taking bit can happen right now."
"Well, get to it, mister."
