His fingers went to his beard, and I couldn’t help but glance at them.
Damn it.
“But any man in that establishment could have given you an orgasm.” Every word he spoke felt like he was saying it directly against my lips. Like the heat from his breath was trickling across my skin. “Yet you chose me. A man you despise. A man who’s a nightmare. A man whose presence you can’t stand … unless …”
I hadn’t met a man who was so attuned to my body as Colson. Who knew how to make me climb, who could drop me just as quickly and immediately bring me right back. Who could make me beg—something no one in this world could do.
Instead of that admission, I replied, “Unless what?”
“Unless everything you’re saying is bullshit. You want these coincidences to unfold just the way they are. You wanted to leave Lush unsatisfied because, deep down, you knew your pleasure was what fueled a dominant man, like me, and that only meant I intended to see you again. So I could give you more.” He paused. “So I could make you come.” His touch lasted just a second, skimming across my hip, but it was enough to make the air in my lungs hitch. “For you, arguing is verbal intercourse. Am I right?”
I set my drink down and leaned into his face. “Go to hell.”
“Is that what you want? Or do you really want my face underneath this?”
I felt the brief brush of his fingertips on the bottom hem of my skirt. Like before, it didn’t last, but it was enough to set me on fire.
“A night when you can have my tongue for as long as youwant it?”
My laugh was short, the exhale covering his entire face. “You think I’d fall for another one of your false promises?”
“I told you, for some dominant men, walking out of that room would be an extremely calculated move. You question me, Sophie, but don’t question my intelligence. I don’t do anything without a purpose.” His eyes backed up that statement.
“And I’m telling you, it takes trust to believe you wouldn’t walk out again. I don’t have that when it comes to you.”
“You don’t?” His fingers were on the outside of my thigh and rising. To the center of my leg. The inner part of my thigh. Higher, higher, and then …
I drew in a loud breath.
“No panties. Did you make that decision with me in mind? Hoping when I came to dinner, I’d finger you under the table?”
“I didn’t know you were coming to dinner. If I had, I wouldn’t have come.”
“But you’re glad I’m here, aren’t you?”
I moaned as he weaved through my wetness. I couldn’t help it. I hadn’t been touched since our session at Lush, and the sensation of him was consuming me. “Colson …”
“Are you telling me to stop? Or are you telling me you want to leave this bar and come to my hotel room?”
FIFTEEN
COLSON
Sophie was crumbling from the touch of my fingers. Her strength, anger, her animosity toward me—whether it was really about the case or how I’d left her unsatisfied at Lush, I didn’t know, nor did it matter—was dissolving the more I caressed her.
“Colson …” she repeated, this time gripping my shoulder for balance while her eyes fluttered closed.
My hand picked up speed, slipping from the top of her pussy to the bottom. And when her eyes finally opened and her lips parted, there was no glare. No grimace.
What I saw instead was heat rising through her.
She was fucking rabid.
“Are you telling me to stop? Or are you telling me you want to leave this bar and come to my hotel room?”
A question I had asked her moments ago, after my fingers already found their way up her skirt, discovering her pantyless, which gave me full access to her perfect cunt. From there, Iwasted no time, sliding toward her clit, rubbing my thumb against it. Quick strokes to mimic my tongue.
Even though I knew I shouldn’t,goddamn it, I wanted her.
