Page 16 of Reckless Sinner
For the using. God, those words shot straight to my dick. I wanted to push her down on top of the bar top, dig my fingers into her shivering thighs and spread her wide for my pleasure.
I kind of wished I still had a drink in my hand so I could down it, distract myself with alcohol. “Why don’t I take that wine off your hands.”
Delaney glanced around—not like she was just checking to see if anyone saw, but like she was looking for someone—and then nodded.
I wrapped my fingers around hers on the wine glass so that she couldn’t slip away, trapped between my grip and the glass as I raised it to my lips and took a delicious, full sip.
Delaney’s fingers trembled against mine as I lowered the glass and locked eyes with her. Forget my own desires—she looked like she was two seconds away from begging me to do just as I had imagined, and take her right there in front of everyone.
I’d never seen anyone look at me like that, like their lust was too big for their body to handle, like it was taking them over and they were helpless in its sway. Had she really been aching for me all this time?
I used my grip around the glass and her fingers to tug her even closer to me. Our bodies were half an inch away from being completely pressed together. “Did you touch yourself, thinking of me?”
Delaney trembled all over. I could see it, feel it, more intoxicating than any wine. “Yes.”
“Tell me how.” My grip on the wine glass kept her from pulling away unless she wanted to make a scene.
Delaney flushed. “I—I’d—I’d bite my pillow to muffle the sounds. I’d pretend it was your hand, keeping me quiet.”
“What did you imagine I’d do to you?” I was getting a rush like nothing else from this recklessness. I hadn’t been reckless in my whole damn life. Marco had that covered, and I’d always hated upsetting my mother. And then I’d gotten older and realized that to get out of my family’s world, I couldn’t afford to be reckless.
I certainly couldn’t afford to be reckless now, as a lawyer.
But in this… in this, I could have fun. The only consequence would be that people would know I was flirting with Delaney Weston, and she had just said she didn’t care what people thought.
Delaney flushed even darker. “We’re in public.”
“They’re not paying attention to exactly what we say. Not everyone’s as observant as you are.”
“I’m not that observant.”
“On the contrary. I’ve been watching you. You’re very observant. Are you really going to try and argue with a lawyer?” I let a smirk dance over my lips.
Delaney laughed a little. “No, I’ve learned the hard way what a disaster that can be.”
“If you want…”
God, I shouldn’t be doing this. I really shouldn’t. But she stared at me like she had been on fire for days and I was the only source of water to put out the flames. She looked at me like I was her salvation. How was I supposed to disagree with that? To fight it? I’d never had anyone look at me with such naked, overwhelming desire before and it brought up everything I’d been trying to avoid thinking about with her.
“…we could change it so we’re not in public anymore.”
Delaney shivered so violently I could see it. I felt like I could taste the vibrations. Her eyes were black in the lighting of the bar, her desire plain on her face like she’d written it in Sharpie.
“Yes,” she whispered.
This was a horrible idea.
“Then let’s go back to my place.”
CHAPTER8
Delaney
I’d known that Dante would be at this little mixer.
Mixers were… a sort of low-key party that happened frequently and allowed everyone to keep up socially without needing to get too crazy about planning. You showed up, you schmoozed while having a couple of drinks and possibly some tiny little pieces of food that did absolutely nothing to stop you from being hungry, and then you called it a night. Pretty simple. I’d been to so many as my father’s date that I couldn’t even keep track anymore.
But they were essential, no matter how boring I sometimes felt they could get, and since he’d just been made partner, Dante would definitely be there. He had to be. He had to represent the firm and prove that they’d made the right decision in promoting him.
