I try not to look at the way the fabric of her dress pulls across her beautiful breasts but fail. It’s hard not to remember how they spilled out of my palms. How her dusky, sensitive nipples pebbled at my touch.
“Did you check out my tits when I just told you I wasn’t your plaything?”
“Sorry. I know I’m a fucking dirty bastard.” I add my flirty smile to the words. Not that I suspect Katie is about to fall for it. She’s not happy that I’m here, and she’s not afraid to let me know.
We engage in a staring contest. No words, just an intense battle of wills encapsulated in a focused look. Her bag slips from her shoulder and drops to the floor with a thud, but we barely acknowledge it. Then, just as I think she’s about to send me packing, she surprises me by doing the opposite.
One manicured hand grabs a hold of the lapel of my jacket, and she pulls me to her. Her lips capture mine in a demanding, devouring, hungry kind of kiss that has my cock jumping to attention and my arms folding tightly around her. I flatten my hand on her bare back, and the skin-to-skin contact ratchets up the heat between us. I’ve been wanting to stroke my hand along the sweep of her back since I first saw her in the smoking-hot dress.
Her hips push flush up against my body. I know she can feel what she’s doing to me, and I suspect the power is making her wet. In my experience, Katie doesn’t like to hold back her desire.
Briefly, I rip my lips from hers. “Are you wanting more?” We’ve gone from nought to steamy in the blink of an eye, and I need to be clear on what her end game is.
“Yesss … I need you inside me now,” she pants out before reaching for my belt and nimbly unbuckling it. The button is undone next, then the zipper, and then her hand is diving into my boxer shorts. I close my hand around her wrist, halting her.
I groan into the shell of her ear. “You fucking wreck me. So you’re going to need to slow down, or this will be over sooner than you want.”
Her body seems to comply, and taking both her hands, I drag them above her head, pinning them to the wall within my stronger grip. Her head drops back, and her eyes flutter closed. Elegance and beauty all wrapped up in the way her body arches back. My free hand slips through the high slit in the side of her dress, trailing over the soft skin of her thighs and around to her butt. I give it a squeeze. The moan that slips from her lips is encouraging and sexy as hell. I massage and knead the cheek, all the while trailing kisses along her jawline and up and down her neck, then nuzzling behind her ear. The perfume she obviously dabbed there earlier this evening reminds me of forbidden nights of lust. A bit like us now, hiding here in this room with the potential of being exposed any moment by an overzealous staff member. We probably don’t have much time before she’s missed from the party.
“Hook your leg on my hip. I need you to open for me.” She does exactly as I ask, and when I whisper, “Good girl” into her ear, her body quivers beneath my hand. I capture her lips in a kiss while my hand strokes back over her thigh, then slips into the junction. Her pussy is barely covered by a triangle of satin, and as my fingers reach under the edge, it’s damp.
I swipe a finger along her folds. She’s dripping wet. Katie wriggles in my arms, urging me to do it again.
“Tell me, baby, what do you want?”
“More … I … just want … more … I always want more.” Her voice is husky with need, but there is an edge to it tonight that wasn’t there in Cornwall. She still sounds angry, with me or herself, I’m not sure.
My thumb gently circles her clitoris, giving her just a little more. A loud moan escapes her lips, echoing through the room. “Shhh … we don’t want to be discovered.”
I feed two fingers deep into her swollen channel, and she is instantly writhing in my arms, searching for her release. Her walls hold me tight. She’s so close.
The sounds falling from her lips are needy and desperate as she reaches for her release. I rub my thumb rougher over her sensitive bud, then press down firmly. Her high-pitched tweets driving me on to give her what she’s begging for as I pump my fingers deeply. I’m loving the sounds of her pleasure.
She falls apart in my arms. “Ahh.” She moans out her release, and I drink the sweet sounds into my mouth.
Her wrists strain against my hand as she rides the waves of pleasure.
Her features, which were tense moments ago, soften.
Her eyes, which were squeezed tightly shut, are now fluttering open like she’s awoken from a deep slumber.
A vibration comes from her bag on the floor, making it bounce. We both look down at it, but neither of us bends to pick it up.
“Do you want to get that?” I ask, but I already know the answer when she drops her leg down.
She looks at me, and her eyes are filled with regret.
I’m not surprised when she says firmly, “You need to leave now.”
Chapter eighteen
Katie
ThemomentDrewisout the door, I slump back against the wall, then slide slowly down to the floor. I don’t even care that sitting on a possibly dirty floor will damage my beautiful designer dress. Instead, I concentrate on catching my breath, slowing my racing heartbeat, and trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Why do I let him do this to me? I know I don’t mean anything to him other than a casual hookup, a convenient lay, and I deserve more than that. But the moment our bodies connect, we’re combustible. A need so raw and desperate takes me over, and like an addict, I need my fix. A high that only Drew’s touch can give me.
My phone vibrates again in my bag beside me, demanding my attention. I quickly pull it from my evening bag and slide to check my messages.
Allie: Hey, where did you go? And why aren’t you answering your phone?
