Chapter 2

2.

Before I could reply, he stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

He took my hands in his, guiding my grip on the shaker.

His broad, muscular chest pressed flush against my back, radiating pure heat.

His breath tickled my earlobe, sending waves of static through every nerve ending in my body.

*If we were in bed like this,* I thought wildly, *his hands would be gripping my hips instead.*

My cheeks burned as my pulse skyrocketed into overdrive.

"See? Just like that," he whispered, his voice turning husky. "Simple, right?"

Simple? There was nothing simple about the filthy thoughts racing through my head.

"Relax your wrists," he murmured, his fingers sliding down to trace my knuckles.

His calloused fingertips grazed my skin, igniting a trail of fire.

The heat pooling between my thighs became unbearable, and I leaned back harder against his solid frame.

I intentionally swayed my hips, letting him feel my body against his.

A low groan escaped his throat as his breathing turned rough and ragged.

"Callie..." he rasped into my hair.

Deciding to abandon all pretense, I arched my back and pressed my rear firmly against his groin.

I could instantly feel the hard, undeniable ridge pressing against the back of my skirt.

"Declan..." I whimpered, my voice dripping with raw need.

He froze for a second, caught off guard by my bold move, but quickly recovered.

His large hands slid down to my waist, his thumbs kneading into my sensitive skin before cupping my rear with firm dominance.

"You know, Callie," he whispered against my ear, his tone dark and intoxicating. "Some rare spirits need to ferment in a very specific place to achieve peak flavor."

I tilted my head back, looking up at him with dazed, half-lidded eyes.

I had no idea what he meant, but the hunger in his dark eyes had me completely entranced.

"Do you want to taste the most perfect drink in the world?" he asked, lightly nibbling on my earlobe.

I nodded frantically, entirely lost in the haze of lust.

I just wanted his hands, his mouth, and everything else he had to give.

He let out a low, wicked chuckle that vibrated straight through my bones.

"That's enough for tonight," he said, suddenly stepping back and letting go of my hips.

I snapped out of my daze, feeling cold and abandoned as he began wiping the bar.

"Wait... when do I get to taste this perfect drink?" I asked, licking my dry lips.

He looked over his shoulder, a knowing grin playing on his lips.

"Soon."

With that single word, he walked out of the lounge, leaving me burning with unfulfilled desire.