This conversation is so dangerous, especially since we agreed not to touch.
I swallow thickly. “Stop trying to butter me up so I’ll let you touch me.”
His smirk is slow and devastating. “Who said I needed to physically touch you to wreck you?”
Jesus.
My thighs clench.
His eyes flick down to the spot between my legs like heknowsit’s wet.Like he knows his words are vibrating through my entire body.
The bastard.
“I could talk you through it,” he says, voice like warm honey and smoke. “Make you squirm in that chair. Right here. In public. In that sexy dress.”
I tilt my head. “You think you could make mecomewithout touching me?”
Lord do I want him to try…
He nods. “I think… if I told you to cross your legs right now, you’d do itjustto get some friction. Go ahead. Do it.”
My breath catches.
“Cross your legs,” he murmurs. “Tighter.”
I shift, slowly, deliberately—to prove I’m not doing itjust becausehe told me to—but god, the pressure does feel sogood. It makes me exhale through my nose and bite my lip.
“You’re soaked. Aren’t you?”
My lips part.
“I bet if I slipped my hand under that tiny little dress, I’d find you already dripping. Needy. Desperate to grind against my fingers.”
I squirm in my seat. “This isn’t fair.”
He chuckles. “Know what isn’t fair? The memory I have of you, standing in my kitchen, barely clothed. I had no idea who you were but all I thought about was sucking on your nipples, then dropping to my knees in front of you. Devouring you whole.”
Like he wants to do right now…
Suddenly, I’m compelled to give him a taste of his own medicine; he’s not the only one who has a way with words.
I lean in slowly, lips barely parted, voice sweet and sinful. “I remember you too,” I whisper. “That day Cash was at the table,and you came out of the bedroom, fresh out of the shower, towel slung low on your hips, water dripping down your chest. You were the filthiest fantasy I’ve ever had and if my thoughts had any power, that towel would have been on the floor.”
His smirk falters.
I smile.
“I remember thinking I wanted to drop tomyknees,” I murmur. “Run my tongue along those deep V lines on your hips. Take your cock in my mouth and make you groan.”
My mouth waters as I lean in even closer—close enough for my breath to brush his skin. “I thought about it later that night, too. Closed my eyes and used my pink vibrator until I was biting my lip to stop myself from moaning.”
“Poppy,” he growls.
“Yes?”
“Get up.”
I blink. “Now?”
