“Oh, okay.” I open my menu and study the food and drink choices. My stomach rumbles softly at all the delicious-sounding options.
Jayden ignores the menu on his plate and leans over to read mine. His hand shifts under the table and lands on my knee.
I startle.
“What are you in the mood for tonight?” His voice comes out deep and husky, and my body instantly sits up and takes notice.
“I’m not sure yet. Everything looks good. What about you?”
“I might go for a steak.” His fingers slip under the hem of my dress, his calloused skin rough against the inside of my knee.
My body jolts as if lightning hit me, and I gasp softly.
His hand remains in place.
I glance around the table, but no one seems to have noticed my reaction—other than Gabrielle. She’s sitting across from us, so unless she has supersonic hearing, there’s no way she could have heard me.
The corners of her mouth tug up slightly, and she goes back to studying her menu.
Jayden’s fingers keep moving along the inside of my thigh.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
He inches his chair closer to mine. “My homework.”
“Your assignment is putting your hand up my skirt?”Wow.He got the easy card. Mine’s the AP version of sex-class homework. I’m supposed to masturbate in front of him.
“That’s only the beginning.”
“There’s more?”
“There’s definitely more.” He leans even closer—and the farther he leans, the higher his hand travels.
“Hi, I’m Susan, your waitress for tonight,” a young woman says. “Is everyone ready to order their drinks?”
I order a glass of Chardonnay, Jayden a beer.
And his hand continues wandering up my thigh.
In anticipation of his touch, the heat that lingered low in my belly migrates south to between my legs.
“Just how far are you planning to go?” My tone is a mixture of lust and panic. Part of me wants him to keep going. The other part worries about what I’ll do if he doesn’t stop—if he touches the part of me that longs for him.
Will I be able to keep a straight face and keep quiet? Or will we be busted for Jayden groping me under the table?
As if my body has a will of its own, my legs spread a little wider, allowing him better access.
Jayden’s fingers reach the elastic edge of my panties, and it’s all I can do to not gasp again.
His fingers trace over the fabric and along my seam. I suck in a sharp but still-soft breath.
“Here’s your wine.” The waitress sets it on the table, along with Jayden’s beer.
“Thanks,” I somehow manage to say.
I spread my legs a little wider still…and bump my knee against Blake’s thigh.Oops.
“Sorry,” I say on a choked moan as Jayden’s fingers do another sweep of my core.
