WhiskeyintheJar Romance

And then she raised her lips to his and begged another kiss.

"Livy, I—” When he hesitated, she looked up at him, pulling him closer, letting her hips rock toward him, brush against him.

"Tuck, undo me.”

He swallowed and gazed down at her, as if seeing her anew.

Lavinia didn’t care. “Undo me.”

And he did. His lips crashed down atop hers, and his hand found a bit of her skirt, edging it higher until his fingers found the curve of her now-bared thigh.