“That fight will never leave me.”
“But I can quiet it.”
“Ironic, wouldn’t you say, given that you’re the cause of it?” I could feel the tension raging inside her. “Colson …fuck.” A statement that told me she was battling her inner thoughts.
“I know you want my tongue. I know that trumps everything else you’re feeling.”
Her chest was covered in goose bumps when she moaned, “Shit.”
The shit wasn’t a no. It was a realization that I was right. She had hoped I would be present when she walked through the door of Lush. Because she knew there wasn’t a guy in this room who could fuck her like I could.
“Tell me you don’t want me. Say the words, and I’ll leave you alone.”
I was sure every flag was waving in her mind, the same way they were blowing in mine, considering who we were to eachother. But here, now, I couldn’t recognize that. My need was too strong, and I assumed hers was, too, because she didn’t wiggle her way out of my arms.
I bit her neck, releasing the skin to say, “Answer me.”
“I hate you.”
I rubbed my beard against her cheek. Each tiny scrape represented the millions she was potentially going to cost my family. “Same.”
“Everything about you drives me wild. You make me want to fucking scream.”
“You think you’re any different? Ihavescreamed because of you.”
“And every time Troy mentions your last name, I lose it. I never want to see or hear the Weston name again.”
“But …” I held the side of her neck, tilting her head, opening a pathway for me to smell. Kiss. Fucking lick. She moaned as I pulled my tongue away. “You want this Weston to hate-fuck you … don’t you?”
The dress was silver and sparkly. A thin, revealing material, adhering to her as though it were glue. And it was the only thing between her nipple and me, which I rubbed. And when that wasn’t enough, I clasped it between my fingers and tugged.
“I want you to make me forget how much I can’t stand you.” She leaned into me.
“It’s going to be rough, Sophie. But that’s what you want, isn’t it?” I strengthened my grip. “You want me to take away every ounce of control that you’ve been harboring.” I pulled harder and twisted. “Fuck the forgiveness out of you.” My teeth surrounded her earlobe. “Every sorry that you should have said to me, I’m going to make you physically experience them. Over and over.”
“I owe you no apology, asshole.”
There weren’t many places in this world where I could touch her in public like this, right out in the open, without getting shamed for it.
“But I’m an asshole who knows how to make you come so fucking hard.”
One of the things I liked while doing that was an audience. The idea of having eyes on me while I performed, knowing the viewer was turned on by my touch, that they were jealous they weren’t getting a piece of me, made it exhilarating.
Just like the guy dressed in all black, across from us, on the opposite side of the bar, sipping his espresso martini while watching me play with Sophie’s nipples. His eyes were narrowed, his stare unwavering. He was holding the edge of the bar with white knuckles that I could see from all the way over here.
“You have a set of eyes on you,” I said softly.
The back of her head was against my chest, and she lifted it. “How do you know those eyes aren’t on you?”
“You have a point.” I dipped my finger into her martini, and once it was soaked, I rubbed the wetness around her nipple.
“I was wrong … it’s me he wants.”
I could see that in his gaze, too, but instead of commenting on that, I said, “Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear you say you were wrong? I wish I could frame this moment.”
Her chuckle was deep. “Dick.”
“Do you want him to watch me fuck you?”
