I hand the phone back to Penelope. “Not sure any of that will matter, but it’s nice.”
She clicks Follow. “I’m a fan.”
“Well, I’m a fan of you.” I push all the bullshit any player has to face at some point from my mind. “Straddle me?”
The rooftops aren’t exactly private, so there’s no way I’m going to strip her down here, but I think I’ll tease her a little bit for what’s to come when we get back to my condo.
“What’s your plan?” She stands between my legs.
“Hike up the skirt, Pen.” I pat my lap.
“So far I like where this is going.” She hooks one leg, then the other around my waist, and I shift us until her back is braced against the table, giving her something solid to rest against.
“This is only the appetizer.” I drag my mouth along the line of her jaw. “My full meal will be downstairs.”
Her laugh catches, turning into a shuddered breath when I slide my hand up her thigh beneath the hem of her skirt.
“Deck,” she whispers, but it comes out less like a warning and more like a plea.
I kiss her before she can say anything else, swallowing the little gasp that leaves her mouth her when my fingers find the inside of her thigh. She’s already warm, already shifting against me, her hands on my shoulders for balance.
“Stay still,” I tell her, though I like the fact she can’t.
My thumb strokes a little higher, along her wet panties. She breaks the kiss with a shaky exhale and tips her head back, exposing her throat. I take advantage, pressing my mouth there, tasting her skin while my hand keeps moving beneath her skirt.
“You like making me wait?” Her voice is thin and breathless.
“I like watching you fall apart.”
Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and I slide the edge of her panties over, my finger running along exactly where she’s aching.
She jolts against me, her forehead dropping to my shoulder. “God,” she breathes.
“Thanks for the praise.”
She rocks against my hand, and I laugh softly under my breath, tightening my hold on her hip with my free hand to keep her where I want her. My fingers slide through her wetness, my thumb applying a little pressure on her clit.
“Look at me, Pen.”
She lifts her head. Her eyes are glassy, and her mouth is parted. I take a moment to memorize this version of her. The one where all her pleasure comes from me. I slip a finger inside her, and she jolts up off my lap before settling again.
“That’s it,” I murmur.
Her body softens and tightens at the same time, a war between satisfaction and desperation. I kiss her hard as I add another finger and arc them inside her. Her breaths turn sharp and uneven, and she clutches my shoulders as though she’s afraid I might stop.
“Deck—” My name breaks off into a moan.
I press my forehead to hers. “Come for me. Let me watch you come on my hand.”
I thrust my hand again, my thumb adding more pressure. She rides my hand, her arousal dripping down my hand. Anyone could see us and know what we’re doing even though we’re clothed. But I don’t care.
A shudder runs through her, her mouth falling open against mine, her fingers biting into my shoulders as she rides out her orgasm in my lap. I keep my hand on her, coaxing her through every pulse until she falls boneless against me, spent and catching her breath.
For a second, neither of us says anything.
Then I brush my lips over hers and murmur, “That was still just the appetizer.”
Her laugh is weak and sexy as hell. “You are entirely too pleased with yourself.”
