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“Amanda,” I said, hooking my fingers under her chin and guiding her gaze to mine. “I will do anything for you. No matter what.”
When I kissed her, it was like her body melted into mine. Her grasp on my sweater weakened, and she fell into me. I closed my arms around her waist, and when she parted her lips, she moaned. I weaved my hands into her hair, holding her face closer. The kiss intensified until all that could be heard was the mix of our panting breaths.
“You’re going to ruin my makeup,” Amanda said breathlessly when she broke from the kiss.
I pressed my lips gently to hers again, guiding her backwards until her back met the wall and she let out a quiet hiss from the cold. “I promise not to ruin your makeup,” I whispered, kissing her again.
Amanda didn’t fight it, and she wrapped her arms around me, but after a moment, she pulled back. “Won’t we be late for our reservation?”
I stared into her shining hazel eyes, the same eyes that had become the sole focus of my thoughts. “I couldn’t care less about the reservation,” I said, dropping to my knees on the ground in front of her. “The last thing on my mind is food.”
Amanda gasped when I lifted her leg and rested it over my shoulder before grabbing the hem of her dress. I lifted it above her hips, inhaling her sweet scent while she held her breath. “Drake,” she whimpered when I slid the thin cotton panties separating me from her to the side.
“I need to make you feel good, angel. I need you.” The desperation in my voice was thick, and I could feel it matched in the way Amanda’s body was vibrating with anticipation. “Please?”
She looked down at me, her eyelashes glistening with the tears that had been falling moments earlier. Then she nodded. “I need you too. More than anything.”
“Hold on tight.” I grabbed her hips, holding her still and dipping my head.
Amanda braced her hands on my head, weaving her hands into my hair and gripping when I ran my tongue along her center. She leaned her head against the wall, and her sweet moans went straight to my cock. I closed my lips around her clit and sucked, gently flicking at it with my tongue, and she cried out and thrusted her hips forward.
“Oh god!” she sang when I slipped my finger inside of her, curling it in a come-hither motion.
I pulled my lips from her, flattening my tongue against the tight bundle of nerves before I looked up at her. “As much as I love you thinking I’m a god, I want to hear you screaming my name instead, angel.”
When I added a second finger before returning my mouth to her clit, her legs buckled. If not for the wall and my hold on her hips, she would’ve fallen to the ground. I imagined her hair fanned around her and the satiated look on her face if she had, and I groaned, my cock twitching behind my zipper.
Her pussy fluttered around my hand as I pumped my fingers in and out of her, focusing on her G-spot. Each time I hit it, she released a sweet moan, and her legs shook. She tasted sweet, and I needed more of her. I swirled my tongue through the arousal that dripped past my fingers and over her clit, swallowing her whimpers with each drop.
“Drake!” she screamed, her body folding forward. I held her still, continuing my rhythm with my tongue and fingers. She shivered when I sucked at her overly sensitive clit.
Amanda wrapped her hands in my hair and tugged, whimpering. When she pulled harder, causing me to hiss, I sat back on my heels and looked up at her. I continued to hold her hips while she pulled her leg back down, taking a moment longer to stop shaking enough to keep her balance.
Once I was sure she could stand on her own, I replaced the fabric of her panties, pressing a quick kiss to the now wet cotton. I smiled, fixing her skirt before standing up. She stared at me with a dazed look resting on her face, her mascara was smudged slightly. Amanda fixed her hair, taking a quick breath.
“You said you weren’t going to ruin my makeup.” Her voice was soft and laced with a giggle.
I kissed her, knowing she could taste her release on my lips when she hummed. “No, I promised I wouldn’t ruin your makeup. I never said I wouldn’t make you come so hard you ruined it yourself.” I winked at her, and her mouth dropped open.
“You’re a devil.” She didn’t look like she minded dancing with the devil when she ran her hands up my chest and over my shoulders.
I pulled her away from the wall and into my arms, holding her to my chest and squeezing until a small squeak slipped from her lips before letting her go. “Every devil needs an angel.” I kissed her forehead. “We should go. The restaurant will only hold our reservation for fifteen minutes.”
Amanda made a sound that was part giggle and part gasp. “You were the one that just had to have an appetizer.”
“Damn straight. I’m going to have dessert too.” I wiggled my eyebrows, freezing when there was a firm knock at the door. Amanda froze, and her eyes widened. “I assume you’re not expecting somebody?”
She shook her head.
I made my way to open the door, half expecting to see a beaten Dallas and a couple of his cronies. Instead, when the door swung open, there were two officers standing there. One held an envelope, and the other stood with his hand braced on his belt. What the hell?
“I’m Officer Trainor, and this is my partner, Officer Nelson,” said the officer with the envelope. “We’re looking for Drake Moore.”
Amanda froze behind me, and she placed her hand on my shoulder. I reached back and placed my hand over hers. “That would be me.”
“Mr. Moore, you’re under arrest for the assault of Dallas Hall.” Officer Trainor nodded to his partner, handing me the paper.
Amanda gasped. “Excuse me?” She was shrill, and the officers narrowed their eyes at her. “That’s bullshit!”
