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Chapter Ten: Kay
My fingertips find the soft skin on the inside of her knee, and I watch as her eyes flutter closed, her breath uneven as I trail a gentle touch up the inside of her leg. Her words still ring through my mind, making my thoughts blurry. All I can think about is everything I want to do to her.
“Part your legs for me,” I command softly. And shelistens, spreading her thighs for me ever so slightly as my hand moves to the hem of her already short dress. Once I’m there, her body tenses, so I pause. My other hand finds her neck, where I sweep her short hair aside, bringing my lips near her pomegranate tattoo, but not kissing her. “Relax, Talia.”
She does, her head inclining toward me, and I slip my hand between her legs. She’s wearing a pair of lace panties, which I deftly pull aside to touch her exactly where I’ve been craving for months. My thumb finds her clit. I start with one slow circle and she’s already moaning. Her hands are fists pressed into her thighs, but as my fingers slip into her folds, finding her so wet it makes my cock twitch in my pants, her fists unclench.
I slip a finger inside her, feeling her softness, her wetness, hertightness. Her breath stops completely, and I kiss her gently on her tattoo. “Is this how you want me?”
She nods, biting down on her lip as her head rolls to face me. I bring my lips to hers at the same moment I slip another finger inside of her until I’m knuckle deep, and then I massage her. She bites down a strangled moan.
The door opens and our smiling server comes in with the glasses of white wine I ordered for us. Keeping my fingers inside her, I wrap my free arm around her waist to make it look like we’re just a couple in love, desperate to be close to each other. That’s what the private rooms are for, right? I’m sure we’re not the first to fuck in them.
“Your sauvignon blanc’s.” He places the glasses before us, still smiling.
I nuzzle Talia’s neck before saying thank you to the server, whose name I’ve already forgotten. I caress Talia’s insides again and she struggles to keep a straight face, her hands back to fists again.
“I will be right back with your hors d’oeuvres.” The server slips out the door.
And Talia pulls my lips to hers, grinding on my hand like it’s her fucking job to come on my fingers. I meet her excitement with equal fervor in our kiss, greeting her tongue with mine as I continue working her with my fingers.
She moans into my mouth, her insides tightening, and it’s so sexy I think I might explode. But I want her to trust me. Making this moment all about her will do just that.
I slow down my caressing even more, and she only grinds faster. Her hands grip onto the front of my shirt as she pulls away from the kiss, her head tilting back against the plush cushions, a look of sheer pleasure on her face. Her cheeks are reddening beautifully.
I run my free hand up the back of her neck and into her hair, where I grip onto it, pulling gently. I have so many ideas for her, and I want her to get used to the sensation of subtle pain with me. Most of all, I want her to trust me to inflict it.
Speeding up my fingers, I start to fuck her with them, hard, sliding them in and out as she grinds her hips in a way that has me thinking about so many other things she could do that on. She begins to tighten so hard around my fingers that I know she’s going to come soon. Probably best, too, before the hors d’oeuvres arrive. Tugging her hair just a little bit harder, I get her to crane her beautiful neck to expose it to me, where I trail a line of kisses and bites. She bites down on her lip, a strangled moan coming from her. I want to see how loud she can be.
At her ear, I say gently, “Come for me, Talia.”
And oh, she does.
A sharp cry comes from her, her body tensing, loud enough to alert any staff or other restaurant patrons, so I pull her face into my shoulder to muffle her cries. I don’t stop my fingers until her pulsing insides slow, until her body goes lax and she sinks against me. Removing my fingers, she trembles at the sensation of my touch leaving her. She has yet to raise her head from my shoulder, but her hands have unclenched from my shirt and now sit on my thighs, which only makes me want so much more.
But our meal will be arriving soon.
Sliding my hands up to her neck, I cradle her face gently and pull her from my shoulder to meet her gaze, which is glossed over and pleasure-drunk. She gives me a lazy smile, hair now askew. She looks so goddamn sexy like this, drunk off of me.
“That was close enough to begging for me,” she says, her words lazy and drawn out.
I know exactly what her words mean. I kiss her and release her from my touch—for now—filled with thoughts of all the things I’ve been given permission to do to her after our dinner.
The server arrives with impeccable timing, plates of oysters and bruschetta in his hands. He sets the plates down wordlessly and exits efficiently. The service here is wonderful. I make a note to come here again, especially with a reservation for this room.
Talia slowly turns toward the food, her body language entirely different after all that. She seems more pliable, calmer. Her tough exterior is always wound so tightly. I’ve wanted to crack it since I first met her, and I pride myself in the fact that I have.
“I’m so hungry,” she sighs, picking up her glass of wine and taking a sip. She moans again.
Will I ever stop being turned on by everything she does?I wonder, picking up my own glass of wine.Or will Talia always affect me so potently?
I hope it’s the latter.
Even watching her eat has me enticed beyond belief. I try to find a distraction before I pull her panties off completely and fuck her right in this booth.
“Will you answer my question from earlier?” I ask, catching her with a piece of bruschetta almost to her mouth.
She stills, her cheeks turning pink. “What did you ask?” she asks sheepishly.
