A Sip of You (The Epicurean Series) by Sorcha Grace Page A
Authors: Sorcha Grace
Tags: New York Times Bestselling Author, “Absolutely delectable.”—J. Kenner, New York Times Bestselling Author “A satisfying, sensual read not to be missed.”—Raine Miller, New York Times Bestselling Author “An intriguing start to a saucy new trilogy.”—Roni Loren, National Bestselling Author “Yummy! Imagine Christian Grey with warm chocolate and you have William Lambourne.”—Aleatha Romig
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seeing him in the flesh. He was sprawled in the lounge chair, wearing the same shirt and pinstriped trousers I last saw him in. The sleeves of his pressed shirt were rolled to the elbows, the top buttons undone, and his tie loosened. He held a highball in his hand, and his dark eyes watched me intently, like a hungry lion quietly watching his prey. I was more than ready to be caught.
He looked so good I had to remind myself to continue treading water. I could see the stress of the day on his face, but somehow it only made his chiseled features more handsome. His hair blew lightly in the breeze, and he sipped from the highball, his gaze hot on mine.
I didn’t know why he was keeping me at a distance or where he had been all day, but the way he looked at me, the yearning in his expression, pulled at me even more acutely than any words he might have spoken could have. He needed me.
And I needed him.
Without another thought, I swam to the side of the pool, hoisted myself up, and left a trail of water as I walked over to his chair. The air was cool, but the heaters kept the pool area warm, and I didn’t even grab a towel to dry off before I straddled him. I didn’t want to talk.
With a smile, he sipped from the highball. “Nice suit.”
I cocked my head. “Where’s yours?”
“I don’t really need one, now do I?” His free hand was splayed across my bare back, steadying me on his lap. Slowly, his fingers crawled up my slick flesh to the strings holding my bikini top in place, first the tie around my back and then the tie around my neck. Slowly he pulled at each one and the scrap of fabric fell away in a wet heap on the ground beside us.
My nipples puckered from both exposure and his hot gaze. Keeping that gaze on me, he raised the glass filled with amber liquid—bourbon, I guessed—and rubbed it across my hard nipple. I sucked in a shallow breath. The cold glass was a sharp contrast to my skin, which was still warm from the heated water, and my nipple pebbled painfully tighter.
“Cold?” he asked.
“A little.”
“Let me warm you up.”
My eyes never left his as he dipped two fingers in his drink then swirled them around my nipple until the amber liquid dripped onto my stomach. I could smell the heady aroma of the liquor and feel the warmth of it on my skin. William set the glass on the table, leaned forward, and lapped the bourbon from my breast and belly, heat blasting through me as his thick tongue burned a trail across my wet flesh. When he’d caught every drop, he took my now aching peak in his mouth and sucked long and hard. I moaned. “Oh God, William. Please.” My voice was deep and husky, and I felt a rush of heat between my legs.
“Please what, Catherine? More?” He dipped a finger in his drink again and brought it to my other nipple, then his mouth was back on me and he bit down ever so gently on my hard point. I moaned again, louder this time, and then arched my back and pushed myself toward him.
He was breathing hard and I felt his urgency as his hands went to the ties on each side of my bikini bottoms. A moment later those were also released and the swathe of fabric was on the ground. I was naked and still straddling him on the deck chair. Heat swirled and pulsed where our bodies touched. I wanted his hands on me so badly.
Then his mouth was back, kissing me gently above my breasts and up my neck. I felt the scruff of his beard scratching against my skin and his hot breath close to my ear, which gave me goose bumps all over before he pulled me hard toward him and crushed his lips against mine. His tongue invaded my mouth, hot and probing, and my entire body responded to his kiss. I was wet from the pool, but wet and swollen with arousal now too. I could hear myself making rough sounds of pleasure as our tongues danced and William’s large hands gripped my ass and ground me firmly against his hard cock.
I knew where this was going, and I wanted it to go there. My body was
He looked so good I had to remind myself to continue treading water. I could see the stress of the day on his face, but somehow it only made his chiseled features more handsome. His hair blew lightly in the breeze, and he sipped from the highball, his gaze hot on mine.
I didn’t know why he was keeping me at a distance or where he had been all day, but the way he looked at me, the yearning in his expression, pulled at me even more acutely than any words he might have spoken could have. He needed me.
And I needed him.
Without another thought, I swam to the side of the pool, hoisted myself up, and left a trail of water as I walked over to his chair. The air was cool, but the heaters kept the pool area warm, and I didn’t even grab a towel to dry off before I straddled him. I didn’t want to talk.
With a smile, he sipped from the highball. “Nice suit.”
I cocked my head. “Where’s yours?”
“I don’t really need one, now do I?” His free hand was splayed across my bare back, steadying me on his lap. Slowly, his fingers crawled up my slick flesh to the strings holding my bikini top in place, first the tie around my back and then the tie around my neck. Slowly he pulled at each one and the scrap of fabric fell away in a wet heap on the ground beside us.
My nipples puckered from both exposure and his hot gaze. Keeping that gaze on me, he raised the glass filled with amber liquid—bourbon, I guessed—and rubbed it across my hard nipple. I sucked in a shallow breath. The cold glass was a sharp contrast to my skin, which was still warm from the heated water, and my nipple pebbled painfully tighter.
“Cold?” he asked.
“A little.”
“Let me warm you up.”
My eyes never left his as he dipped two fingers in his drink then swirled them around my nipple until the amber liquid dripped onto my stomach. I could smell the heady aroma of the liquor and feel the warmth of it on my skin. William set the glass on the table, leaned forward, and lapped the bourbon from my breast and belly, heat blasting through me as his thick tongue burned a trail across my wet flesh. When he’d caught every drop, he took my now aching peak in his mouth and sucked long and hard. I moaned. “Oh God, William. Please.” My voice was deep and husky, and I felt a rush of heat between my legs.
“Please what, Catherine? More?” He dipped a finger in his drink again and brought it to my other nipple, then his mouth was back on me and he bit down ever so gently on my hard point. I moaned again, louder this time, and then arched my back and pushed myself toward him.
He was breathing hard and I felt his urgency as his hands went to the ties on each side of my bikini bottoms. A moment later those were also released and the swathe of fabric was on the ground. I was naked and still straddling him on the deck chair. Heat swirled and pulsed where our bodies touched. I wanted his hands on me so badly.
Then his mouth was back, kissing me gently above my breasts and up my neck. I felt the scruff of his beard scratching against my skin and his hot breath close to my ear, which gave me goose bumps all over before he pulled me hard toward him and crushed his lips against mine. His tongue invaded my mouth, hot and probing, and my entire body responded to his kiss. I was wet from the pool, but wet and swollen with arousal now too. I could hear myself making rough sounds of pleasure as our tongues danced and William’s large hands gripped my ass and ground me firmly against his hard cock.
I knew where this was going, and I wanted it to go there. My body was
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