I inhaled deeply as he felt me. “For you.”
His jaw tightened as he coated his fingers with my wetness but didn’t penetrate. He leaned in and murmured, “If you’re still this wet, my job’s not done for the day. I’ll finish you off tonight with a hard fuck.”
My breath caught as my face flushed. “Harder than this afternoon?”
“So hard you can’t walk tomorrow.” He withdrew before he’d even entered and wiped his fingers down the inside of my thigh. His head tilted, and he kissed me seconds before I heard Gretchen’s voice.
“Look at you two,” she said. “So cute. Can’t keep your hands off each other.”
I laughed into his mouth, and he gave me a quick peck before returning to his position across the table.
“Brian e-mailed back,” David said. “He says Miami’s a go. Have you heard from Greg?”
“Yep.” Gretchen nodded. “He’s in.”
When the waiter dropped off the check, I snatched it immediately. “This is my treat.”
“I’ve got it,” David said, holding out his hand.
David and Gretchen were doing me a favor, plus David hadn’t let me pay for anything since we’d started dating. Thiswasgoing to be my treat, even if I had to force it on him.
I grabbed my purse and ran away before David knew what was happening. I paid the waiter in cash and returned slowly to the table, smoothing my hands over my skirt as David sat rigid in his chair.
“Um, thanks?” Gretchen said.
“No problem,” I responded, unsuccessfully avoiding David’s glare. “But I’m expecting one of you to put out.”
* * *
Bent at the hip, my hands wrapped around my ankles, I’d assumed the position David wanted me in minutes ago. After enlisting a couple bellhops to carry up my boxes, he’d left to return the rental car. On his way home, he’d texted me how he wanted to find me, and it was like this—my ass in the air, hands at my ankles, and wearing lingerie he hadn’t seen me in yet. I nearly dripped with anticipation, and by the time I heard keys in the foyer, I was dangerously close to biting off my bottom lip.
Now, I looked anxiously through my legs at the bedroom door. I was positioned at the foot of the bed, but I doubted we’d even make it there. I heard his dress shoes on the floors as he made his way to the bedroom. He entered but disappeared right into the closet. “You waiting, baby?” he called.
“Yes,” I said impatiently.
“I’m coming.”
“David.” I groaned. “I can’t wait any longer.”
I heard his chuckle. “So touch yourself.”
“No,” I said through a squeal. “I wantyouto touch me.”
Upside-down, I watched him exit the closet and take his sweet time while I about burst with desire. He walked over in bare feet, still in his suit pants. “I want to touch you, too,” he said, but he said it low and hoarse, and in a way that sounded like he’d been waiting to say it all day.
He removed his watch, set it on the nightstand, and came toward me. “Did you buy this earlier?” he asked of the tea-rose-pink satin bustier trimmed in black lace I’d paired with a matching lace thong.
“Yes.”
He came right up behind me so I could feel his heat on the backs of my legs. “You told me you didn’t buy underwear today.”
“I lied,” I said through a smile.
He gasped. “You lied? What did I tell you about that?” As soon as the question left his mouth, his open palm landed on my ass cheek.
I groaned. “Honesty policy.”
“If I were a more patient man, I’d tie you to this bed as punishment.”
