Scooting my chair closer to the table, I reach beneath it again and slide my hand up her leg, only stopping when I reach the valley between her thigh and her groin.
The heat from her core radiates in waves, and there’s a sharp intake of air as she practically chokes on a mouthful of mousse when my pinky brushes her thigh just below her panties.
It’s reckless and selfish, but as her head snaps to mine, I can see how much she craves my touch, too.
Ever so slightly, her leg widens in a silent display of permission, exposing more of herself to me beneath the table.
Her chest rises and falls as she tries to control herself from making any sort of noise or movement, her eyes threatening to flutter shut as my finger lightly caresses her center.
She chokes on a moan.
I don’t stop, not even when Javier’s mother engages me in conversation from across the table. Maintaining eye contact with Alba, I keep her entertained and laughing with my made-up stories of times in the courtroom, while the back of my pinky finds Raina’s clit through the lace triangle that covers her.
Wetness seeps through, and I desperately wish I could plunge two fingers into her, just to feel her satiny arousal.
It isn’t until Raina’s body jolts that I stop, tearing my eyes away from Alba, to see what’s startled her.
She looks like she’s about to cry, and fury ignites within me when I see Javier’s hand pressed on the top of her thigh, caressing the silk of her dress. There’s a smirk on his face when I finally look up and see him looking every bit as angry as I feel.
But still, I maintain the upper hand and send my own smirk back, letting him watch as I pull my hand from between Raina’s thighs and rest my pinky on my lip—the same pinky smearedwith her arousal—and rub it against it in a slow, drawn-out manner.
Thank God dinner is just about over, because all I want to do is rip him from his chair and pummel my fists into his face.
And I’m not a physical fighter. I prefer to kick someone’s ass with knowledge and the use of strong vocabulary.
With his eyes glued to mine, I dart my tongue out to consume the stickiness on my lips. I’m hypnotized by the taste that blooms on my tongue and shut my eyes, once again straining to avoid coming on the spot. She tastes like sin and salvation rolled into one, and I want nothing more than to spread her out on the bed later and eat her like she ate that dessert.
I reopen my eyes just in time to see Javier’s jaw flex in anger, steam practically pouring out from his ears as he realizes what I’m doing. My lips draw upward in a smile, and I know I just won this round.
Check fucking mate, asshole.
She’s mine.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“My darling, may I have a word alone before you head back to your hotel?” Javier asks as he grips my elbow, waiting to lead me further down the street from where we all have congregated outside of the restaurant.
Six pairs of eyes stare at me, awaiting my answer as though it may change the course of the next presidential election in America.
All I want to do is go back to the hotel, crawl beneath the sheets of the plush bed, and go to sleep. I’m jet-lagged, mentally exhausted, and tired of being around people—everyone except Luciano. My body still hums from where his fingers trailed my skin, my core still soaked and needy.
Speaking of Luciano, my eyes flick up to where he’s standing, waiting for the valet to bring back the car. He pretends to not be paying attention, but I’m sure he is.
Iknowhe is.
We’ve been in tune with each other all evening. My skin has been on fire and my heart racing since he touched me. Was it all a game to him? He was so adamant about not touching me, and then…that.
My heart and my mind have been continuously screaming at each other, and the only thing I want to do is go back to the hotel and rip Luciano’s clothes off his body.
He loves you, too.
He doesn’t love you, you idiot. This is all a game.
Well, he at least likes me.
Uh, no, he was putting on a show for Javier.
But Javier couldn’t even see!
