His masterful fingers rob me of all thought.
“You like knowing someone might be watching. They can’t see me finger-fucking you because the door serves as a shield, but they can see your face. And darlin’, the lust veiling your eyes is unmistakable.”
I could deny it, but what’s the point? I’m squirming in my seat, grinding my clit against his finger.
When he pinches my clit between two fingers, I buck forward, dropping my forehead against his chest.
Then, everything stops.
I lift my head.
“Weren’t you the one saying this wasn’t a good idea?” He turns my words against me.
“You’re an evil man. Are you withholding my climax again?”
He’s been known to be ruthless. It’s a major turn on, but right now, I’m desperate.
“Nah. That’s not what this is about.” His smile is slow, and I’m tempted to wipe it off his face with a long, languorous kiss.
“Then what is it?”Why is he torturing me?“If you’re going to start something, you have to finish it.”
“Feisty.” He brings his wet fingers to my mouth, and I lick them.
Damn, I love when he does that.
“If I take you to the brink, you’re so loud, we’ll get busted.”
I open my mouth to argue, and he cocks an eyebrow.
He does have a good point. “Okay, maybe I am a little loud.”
“A little? Sure,” He sneers. “You were preaching the virtues of patience. Time to take a page out of your own book.”
I curse myself for that.
A cocky smile tugs at his mouth. “This way, we’ll both be hungry for each other.”
“Okay.” My response is a whisper.
“Until then”—he runs his fingers under his nose and inhales—”your heady scent will serve as the memory of being inside you.”
Dear God.
“Every time we lock eyes, you’ll know I’m counting the hours until I fuck you silly and fill you with my cum.”
I have no words.
Rhett readjusts my dress.
I smooth my hand over my hair, hoping I still look decent. There isn’t much I can do about my burning cheeks.
“Here’s something to add to the list,” he says, pulling my attention to him. “We’ll break in your new cowgirl boots when we get back home.”
I knit my eyebrows together in confusion. “Isn’t that what I’m doing by wearing them?”
He shakes his head. “I’m talking about the heels of those beauties banging against my naked ass as I drive my cock inside you as an additional early birthday gift.”
Oh.
