Chapter 5

She had no time to take it in as his eyes crinkled in a smile before she felt the warmth of his lips on hers and the exquisite scratching of his whiskers on her skin. His tongue slid over the seam of her lips, causing a little mew to erupt from her throat. He was able to get inside when she opened her lips, and as soon as his tongue entered, it licked along hers, making her tremble. The music of the bar dwindled as her eyelids closed with a flutter. Cassie's entire universe was condensed to the instant at which their lips made contact. Then it vanished. Cassie blinked a few times as the commotion from the bar re-entered, feeling as though she were emerging from a trance. Irish asked, "So?" Cassie's eyes stared owlishly and blankly. "Did it live up to your expectations?" When she continued to be unable to respond, Irish rubbed his lips with his palm while trying to hide his chuckle. "The beard, did it feel like you thought it would?" She finally got a word out, "Better," and he grinned.   Brian turned to face the little redhead sat next to him. His kiss caused her face to flush, her eyes to glaze over, and those mouthwatering lips to split apart. He moved quietly as his cock shifted in his trousers and drew his eyes away from her to finish his last sip of beer. He had came in here for a quiet drink and to let off some steam, not to hook up. CASA was getting under his skin over his new aircraft, and he was about sick of having to throw himself through hoops simply to appease them. He had assumed that the Civil Aviation Safety Authority would welcome the addition of a new commercial airline to disrupt the dominance of the Big Two, but apparently not. His luxury charter flight service had been running successfully for a while, and all he wanted to do was turn it into a more lucrative business. First-class domestic travel should not be too challenging to offer. He placed his empty bottle on the counter and motioned for the bartender. Even though Blue had been a welcome diversion, he was still upset with CASA. He turned to her, "Can I buy you another drink, Blue?" She still had a little bit of a dazed appearance after his kiss, but she brushed it off and smiled at him. It was like receiving a kick to the stomach. Blue was beautiful. A few freckles scattered over her nose, alabaster complexion to complement her golden red hair, a cupid's bow lips painted scarlet, big chocolate brown eyes shot through with gold, long lashes, and elegant eyebrows. If the freckles extended lower, he questioned. "Sure," she said, "but something powerful. I'm attempting to pass out here by drinking. Then tequila is required. He raised four fingers and nodded to the bartender. On the bar in front of them, he set the bottle, four shot glasses, a salt shaker, and four lime quarters. She replied as she turned to face him with those huge eyes, "I've never done tequila shots. He grinned. He continued, scooping up the bottle, "Then let me show you how it's done," and poured each of them two shots. He picked up the salt shaker and said, "You see, you take the salt and lick it." He grabbed her hand, shook salt across the back of it, and then licked the salt off. The tequila is then shot. He grabbed up the lime and did precisely that. "And sucking the lime." He took it in his lips and inhaled the juice, which was still fresh. Suck, lick, and sip. Your turn is now," he remarked. She took his hand, turned it over to reveal his wrist, and scooped up the salt. She sprinkled some salt on it before licking the delicate skin with her warm, pink tongue to take up the salt. At the contact, his cock sprang, and he momentarily shut his eyes. She took the shot glass in her hand and sipped the tequila, her throat straining and her face contorted at the flavor. He grabbed the lime and placed it in his mouth. Before she reached up and placed her lips over his, taking the lime juice into her mouth, she grinned at him. She pushed away, bit her lip, and said, "Lick, sip, suck." He groaned under his breath, spat the lime into the napkin, and licked his lips. He said, "My turn," in a raspy voice.