“Is that your way of telling me you love me, too?”
I laugh. “Yes,” I admit, and then give him a quick kiss. Though I haven’t drunk any alcohol, my inhibitions have slipped away. “I love you.”
The smile on his lips tightens my chest. “I love you, too, Ivy. And just so you know, we’re done being secretive about this. Trying to pretend you’re anything but mine, will get you put over my knee before the night is over.”
I can’t stop the purr of anticipation that pushes its way up my throat.
Andreas pulls back, an expression of surprise covering his face. “You like that, don’t you?”
I press my lips together, turning my head. But he catches my chin, turning me to look him in the eyes again.
“My naughty girl. Good to know,” he says.
I almost ask him what he’s talking about, but he dips his head until our lips are mere centimeters apart.
“You don’t have to pretend with me, Ivy. As much as you want, I want to give it to you.”
My nipples strain so hard that it becomes painful.
Thankfully, the speeches end, the lights darken, and the level of the music rises. The space around us fills with dancing and swaying bodies. No one’s paying attention to us, as they’re all enjoying themselves.
A chorus of shouts sound around the room as the DJ’s upbeat hip hop playlist takes over.
“You made sure we showed up to this party,” Andreas says. “Show me what you got.”
I accept the challenge without thinking as I start moving my hips in beat with the music. I spin around, placing my back against Andreas’ front and looking back at him over my shoulder.
Not that I would’ve ever doubted it, but he has absolutely no problem keeping up with the music. When he grabs me by the waist, it’s me who has to fight to keep from stumbling in order to continue matching his rhythm.
It’s at this moment, I start to wonder if there’s anything Andreas isn’t good at. The man, it seems, is a natural at just about everything.
His hands on my body replaces the doubts and fears still swarming in the back of my mind. I don’t think about how others in the room perceive me. It doesn’t even occur to me to consider whether my dancing is too provocative or over-the-top.
Even my mother’s recriminations about how such behavior is an embarrassment to the family name take a backseat.
When Andreas presses his body fully against my backside and slips his hand through the cutout of my dress and down to cup the apex between my thighs, my mind goes completely blank.
Seconds later, he slips a finger inside of me, making a gasp burst from my lips. He catches my outtake of air with his lips covering mine. Right in the middle of this dance floor, Andreas Knight finger fucks me while his mouth ravages mine.
“Andreas,” I pant the moment he breaks our kiss.
Understanding crests on his handsome face.
It doesn’t matter that we haven’t been at this party long at all. Nor does it matter if the reason for our early departure is obvious to anyone within a few feet of us.
Though he understands, Andreas makes it clear he still wants to hear the words from my mouth.
“Tell me, Ivy. Tell me what you need,” he demands with his free hand gripping a fistful of my hair, forcing me to look him in the eye.
“You,” I pant. “I need you.”
“Where?” he growls through gritted teeth.
“Inside of me.”
There’s no point in trying to be coy or shy about it. I’m dripping wet and damn sure I’ll die if I don’t have him between my legs soon.
“Let’s go.”
