Page 16 of The Loneliest Number
“Oh, yeah?”
“Mmmh,” I hum. Her eyes track down to my lips, and I dart my tongue out to lick them. She gulps. Fuck, I want to get on my knees and make her come right here. But I can hear the murmur of voices in the other room.
I spin us round and crowd her until her back hits the wall. “What are you doing?” She’s breathless as I pull my hard hat off and place it on a shelf beside us. I push hers back and have to bend my knees and dip my head to get anywhere near her mouth. I touch my lips to hers and move back just enough to answer her.
“Warming you up.” I lick at the seam of her lips, and she gasps, allowing me access. I gather her up in my arms and lift her, resting her back against the wall. She wraps her legs around me, and nothing has ever felt more right. She grasps the back of my head and holds me close to ravish my mouth.
We’re like twin flames, urging each other on. Heat spreads through my whole body as the desire floods every cell. I want this woman. I need this woman. Right. Fucking. Now.
I reach a hand between us and unfasten the button of her jeans. She cottons on to my intention, shifting her hips so I can push her zipper down. It’s a crazy-tight fit, but I’m able to flatten my hand and ease into her underwear. Her curls are damp with her arousal, and I groan into her kiss.
“Okay?” I ask, almost too out of my mind to check if she’s happy with my finger inside her with a group of men standing and talking about building codes in the next room.
“Oh, yes, touch me. Please.” Her ‘please’ almost brings me to my knees.
Chapter eight
Pixie
I’m panting in Cam’s ear. I can’t help it. He’s got me riled all the way up. Our teasing discussion got me wet. I love it when a man knows what to do with his mouth. And I know for a fact that Cam’s mouth has multiple talents, not least of all, that wonderful fucking accent of his.
His hand eases into the front of my underwear and I suck my belly in to make more space. I need his touch. I need his thumb on my clit and his thick fingers fucking me.
He groans softly as he teases my entrance with the tip of his finger. The voices from the entranceway up my excitement: I want to get caught. I love the indecency, the naughtiness that comes with doing something you’re not supposed to, somewhere you shouldn’t be doing it. I bet that Archie guy would happily watch. And fuck, I love an audience, whether it’s one person I’m with or a crowd.
Cam’s got me pinned to the wall, and it’s a turn on to know this guy could throw me around any way he liked, and yet, hechecked for consent today and took good care of me when we spent the night together in Glasgow. Thank goodness for green flags. I’ve seen enough red ones to last a lifetime, thank you very much.
He shifts his footing to change the angle, enabling him to thrust his finger deeper inside me. I moan at the sensation of my wet pussy making way for him.
“Hush. Or I’ll have to stop.”
“Please don’t.” I need him to keep going. His finger curls inside me, causing my toes to scrunch up in sync with his movements. I close my eyes, concentrating on how good it feels. He grinds the heel of his hand against my clit as he thrusts deep and I let out another long, low moan.
“Pixie.” His warning tone just makes me wetter. I want to be bad. I want him to tell me off.
“It feels too good to stay quiet,” I tell him.
“If you can’t be quiet, I won’t let you come,” he rasps. My eyes spring open to stare into his. He has a brow raised, his finger still inside me. “Can you be quiet?” I give a shaky nod and fail immediately when he resumes that maddening stroking, letting loose a purr of pleasure.
His other hand comes up towards my throat and rests there. “Do you want to come or not?” His accent has become thicker than I thought possible.
“Yes,” I try to whisper, but it comes out on a moan.
His hand withdraws.
I whimper in desperation. I can’t help it. “I was so close,” I plead, watching as he licks his moist fingers.
“But I can’t trust you to be quiet. We can’t let the others know what we’re doing here. We’ll get in trouble.”
“I promise I’ll be quiet.” He gives me a ‘yeah, right’ look and chuffs out a laugh. “Put your hand over my mouth. I promise I’lltry.” He’s still effortlessly holding my body up against the wall. It makes me feel weightless.
“I can’t trust you,” he rasps into my ear.
“You can.” I plead, needing him to continue. I might not have expected to see him again, but now he’s here, I hunger for him.
“You’ll have to earn your orgasm.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
