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"What do you have planned?"
He just smiles, squeezes my hand, and leads me to the theater.
Inside, the theater is the same as it was before--fluorescent and almost empty. That's not a huge surprise--there's a new, cool movie theater across the street. One that serves dinner and drinks and has couches that beg you to push the limits of decency laws.
Of course, I don't need any extra motivation. My body has been flooding with want since I first felt my arms around him. He was right. This is already agony. It's going to be such delicious agony.
We buy tickets to a film that started five minutes ago. The usher assures us that the trailers are still rolling, that the theater is nearly empty. He looks at us like he knows what we have planned. Are we really that obvious?
I whisper in Luke's ear. "Are you sure this is wise? What if someone recognizes me?"
"Whatever you want, Ally," he says. "We can watch the film." But his hand slides over my waist until his fingers are pressed against my bare back. Jesus. My skin tingles with an electric current. There's no way I can sit through a two-hour movie before having his hands on me.
He brings his mouth to my ear, his breath hot and heavy. "But I am dying to make you come."
I must have a stupid look on my face, because he's grinning ear to ear. It's that confident look of his, the one that says I know how much you want me. I know how good I am at filling you with desperate, achy need. And I'm going to do it. Then I'm going to release you in a torrent of ecstasy, but not until you're begging and pleading.
"We could always go home. Traffic has cleared by now," he says, but there's no doubt in his voice. He knows we aren't going anywhere. He knows I need him now.
I shake my head. "No, I liked that other plan."
He presses his lips into my neck. I already feel it--the rush of want between my legs. "Good, because I've been daydreaming about it all week."
His lips are on my neck again, a harder kiss. We're in the middle of the lobby. The surly teenager at the concession stand is staring at us, but I don't care. I close my eyes and lean into his kiss.
He takes my hand and leads me into the empty theater. It's dark, but I can just make out a few people in the back middle rows. The very back corner is empty. Is it the same corner, the same theater where we...
"It is," he says. "But I don't want you thinking about that day when you scream my name. I want you so filled with pleasure that you're practically incoherent."
Jesus.
I nod. "That can be arranged."
His hands skim my waist as he follows me into the row. I sit next to the wall. It's the farthest corner of the theater. If anyone looked, they would be sure we were doing something...
Just like last time.
My heart pounds in my chest. Someone might see us, but I don't care. I almost want someone to see us, to see how damn good he is at delivering on his promises.
Luke lifts the armrest and presses his lips into mine. It's soft at first, and he moves slowly. His fingertips circle my knees and slide up my thighs, inching closer and closer to the edge of my dress. His kiss intensifies as his hand slides under my dress.
I clench my thighs, soaking in the feel of his skin on mine. God. He's about to... Almost... It's been so long. This is already torture.
His tongue plunges into my mouth as he presses his hand against my panties. Every sense in my body turns on all at once. I can hear his soft, heavy breath, even with the air conditioning on full blast and the movie launching into some loud action sequence.
He keeps his hand flat against my panties, another one of his horrible, wonderful teases. I flood with want, squirming in my seat, kissing him harder and harder.
Then he runs his fingers over my panties. It's so light and gentle I can barely stand it. "Luke," I groan. "Touch me." But he keeps at it, his touch still light and slow and soft.
"You look too damn beautiful like this," he says. Then he kisses he, as hard as I was kissing him. His tongue swirls around mine as he slides his hands under the fabric of my panties.
Jesus Christ. My body burns from his touch. It's been too long. I kiss him back, harder than I ever thought was possible, and he rubs me with long, slow strokes. His hand is so soft and hard all at once, and I arch to meet his touch. I pull my dress to my waist, pull my panties out of the way. I don't care that someone could see. All I care about is him touching me, him delivering on his promise.
And he does. His soft touch gets harder, faster. I am so wet and desperate and full of need. He whispers in my ear, "I want to watch you come because it's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
I grab his shoulders, digging my nails into his back as he rubs me. I get closer, and closer, and closer, clenching as I fill with pleasure. And then his lips are on my neck, and my nails are on his skin. The pressure builds. It's too much. It's so much. It feels so damn good.
He rubs me, harder and harder, his kiss harder and harder, and everything in my body releases. I groan, "Luke," and he does nothing to stop me.
