My hand drifted down my dress before I could even process what I was doing. When my fingers brushed against the apex of my thighs, I jerked my hand away and curled it into a tight fist. What the hell was wrong with me? Mason was beingblownby another woman. I shouldn’t be watching this.
But now that she was kneeling, I could hardly even see Charlotte, and I had a front-row seat to Mason’s expressions. And fuck if it wasn’t easy to imagineIwas the one making him moan.
Relinquishing the last of my dignity, I hiked up my dress, slid my hand inside my underwear, and duly noted that I was already wet. My fingers slid past my seam and brought a bit of the wetness to my clit. I bit down on my lip to stifle the groan that rumbled in my throat when Mason tossed his head back, exposing his corded neck, and my fingers found just the right spot.
Oof.
A soft sound broke through my arousal-induced haze. My blood chilled. I panicked, jerking my hand out of my underwear, and whipping around to the where the sound came from.
A dark outline stood by the door. As fear, shock, and a healthy dose of embarrassment held my lungs captive, the outline stepped into a thin sliver of moonlight that illuminated a familiar face.
Kaz stared at me with his lips slightly parted, and his eyes as black as coal.
“What are you doing here?” I blurted out, the words coming out breathy.
He brought a long finger to his mouth, signaling for me to be quiet, and the sight of it only made me all too aware that my index and middle fingers were still wet with my arousal.
When he took a step closer, I backed away. “Kaz,” I whispered frantically. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough to see you with your hand in your panties.”
A hot flash consumed every inch of my skin.
He kept advancing, and I kept moving until my back collided with the ballet barre that ran along the perimeter of the space. Something flashed in his eyes that terrified and thrilled me in equal parts.
“It’s not what it looks like,” I said.
He stopped in front of me and placed his hands on the barre behind me, effectively trapping me. “You mean to tell me you weren’t just touching yourself to the sight of my best friend getting sucked off?” His low tenor caressed my throat before drifting beneath the neckline of my dress.
I gulped.
“I’m curious to hear of another interpretation,” he said, standing oh-so-very close to me.
What was I supposed to say? I always considered myself quick on my feet, but I was drawing a blank.
I cast my gaze down at the sliver of space between us. “Why are you standing so close to me?”
“You’re a smart woman. Isn’t the answer obvious?”
My heart was fighting to break out against my rib cage. “What do you want?” I asked weakly.
“You.”
His spicy scent was everywhere, muddling my thoughts and making my nipples tighten beneath my dress. He gripped my chin and tilted my head up until I was staring directly at him. “Did you get yourself off?”
The rough rasp in his voice sent a pulse right down to my core. Flames tore across my cheeks. “Kaz…”
He dragged his calloused thumb over my bottom lip, his gaze searing the flesh. “Tell me. Did you come?”
“No,” I said on a breath. For the second time tonight, I was sure something was very wrong with me. I knew I shouldn’t be going along with this, but my body craved his touch.
“I don’t like unfinished business,” he said, his gaze dropping to my lips. “Especially when I know I’d be so good at finishing it.”
My heart pounded out a tribal rhythm that seemed appropriate for virgin sacrifices. Not that I was a virgin—that ship had sailed my second year of college—but all of this felt very intense. He took half a step forward, eating up all the distance between us, and pressed his body to mine.
His erection was flush against my thigh, the thin fabric of my dress acting as a non-existent barrier, and his jeans faring only slightly better. I gasped. “What are you doing?”
A series of emotions flashed across his face, but none of them stood a chance against the dark need that won out. “This,” he simply answered as he wrapped a hand around the back of my head and pressed his lips against mine.
