I melted into him. “Me too. I can’t wait to get home tonight.”
“I don’t want to wait.”
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I decided I was okay having sex with Declan in the middle of the day on a random rooftop with a bunch of people lingering outside our little tent. Did he ever do anything normal? No wonder the media loved him. Everything he did was juicy news.
“Though I did promise you a proper meal.” He picked up another bite that looked like a sushi roll, except it wasbite-sized with fresh salmon lumped on top. This time, he didn’t offer it to me, simply placed it on my tongue when I opened for him. It seemed like the only thing to do when his fingers touched my lips.
I ate it eagerly. Suddenly hungry for more than food. As if he could read my thoughts, he slipped his free hand under my skirt and cupped my mound while his thumb flicked my clit. I giggled the second I understood his game. He was going to feed me and then make me come.
My gaze shifted back toward the table to look at our options. All the tiny plates had bite-size pieces of art. He took the next one before I could see it and fed it to me—I had no idea what it was, but it was creamy and spicy and made my mouth feel alive.
“Whatever that was it was delicious.”
“Terrine.” He sucked on my clavicle and then entered me.
“Omigod.”
“Drink,” he ordered.
I reached for my wineglass and took a long sip while he worked my pussy into a frenzy. Just when I thought I was going to come, he stopped. “I want to see those gorgeous tits. Help me with your blouse.”
My mouth fell open. It was one thing to have his hand playing under my skirt, but now he wanted me to expose myself in a public place. “I’m pretty sure that’s illegal. Indecent exposure to be precise.”
His response was to pull out and rest his palm on the inside of my thigh, which for whatever reason made me a little cranky. He smirked at me. “Trust me. They don’t carewhat we’re doing in here. I want to see you.” His gaze brushed down to my hard nipples.
“How do you know? Do you bring a lot of women here?”
“No. I come here a lot. But most of the time, it’s only me. The privacy they offer suits me.”
Glancing upward to pray for courage, I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it back to show him my lacy bra that I had specifically chosen to wear today because it made my boobs look round and perky. Declan buried his face in my cleavage and then yanked my bra down to expose both my breasts.
“See? That wasn’t so hard.” He ground his erection against my hip, then wrapped his lips around my nipple.
That was my undoing. I didn’t care about the food or the fact that we were in a fancy restaurant. I worked on his belt and then the zipper of his trousers. When my hand wrapped around his thick and silky shaft, I moaned into the side of his face. “Now.”
“Not yet. We haven’t finished our hors d’oeuvres.” He fed me another morsel that just melted in my mouth as his fingers found my folds again.
This time he stroked me harder. I was mortified for the wet sounds his hand made every time he went deeper, but it didn’t last long. He had worked me up so well, I came immediately. His mouth captured mine and stifled my groan.
“I could watch you come all day.” He massaged my folds and my entrance until all the tingly sensations were gone and my orgasm was well spent. “There’s one more thing I want to see.”
I was still in a daze that it didn’t register when he gripped my skirt and yanked it all the way to my waist. In one fluidmove, he swung my legs in between his so I was facing the table instead of sitting on his lap, then entered me from behind. I reached out to hold on to something and knocked a few plates onto the floor.
The rough feel of his zipper and the cold of his belt rubbed against my skin, and I lost it completely. All I wanted was to come again and didn’t care my ass was also exposed.
He kneaded my cheeks, spreading them and lifting them at the same time so I would slide up and down his erection. His cock was so hot and slick. I realized how much I had missed it in the six hours since the last time he was filling me like this, hard and demanding. He thrust into me over and over until we both found our release.
“You’re unbelievable.” I reached back and ran my fingers through his soft hair while he planted kisses on my shoulder.
“You’re so fucking delicious.”
I stood and shimmied my skirt down before I turned to face him. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that you kept all your clothes on.”
“Sorry, love.” He stepped in to help me with my top. “Next time, I promise to be fully naked before I touch you.”
“Incorrigible is what you are.” I pointed at his pants and his semi-erect cock.
“Hmm.” He tucked in his shirt and righted his trousers.
