Hotter.
Her pupils blow wide and her fingers clutch my lapels like they need something to hold onto.
I drag my mouth down her neck, inhaling her like oxygen.“You wore this dress knowing I’d want to rip it off you.”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“And you didn’t wear anything underneath, did you?”
Her silence is confirmation.
“Jesus Christ.”I pull back enough to see her face.“Do you have any idea how hard it was to keep my hands off you in that ballroom?”
“Maybe a little.”
I growl and spin her to face the wall, hands flattening hers against the cold stone.
“Keep those there.Don’t move.”
She nods shakily.
I hike up her dress, baring her to the cool night air.
The sight of her—bent forward, legs trembling, thighs already wet for me—nearly undoes me.
“You’re dripping,” I murmur, running two fingers along her folds.“So fucking ready.For me.”
“Yes,” she breathes.“Please.”
I drop to my knees.
“Luke—oh my God?—”
“I said don’t move.”My voice is rougher now.“I’m going to take my time with you.Lick this pretty pussy until you scream my name.”
“Someone might?—”
“I don’t care.”
I bury my face between her thighs, tasting her slowly.
Reverently.
Like she’s my last meal and I plan to savor every bite.
She tries to stay quiet, but when I suck her clit between my lips, she gasps so loud I grin against her.
I tap her ass lightly with my palm, and she yelps.
“Yes, pretty girl.I want to hear you,” I growl.“I want everyone in that building to know what I do to you.”
“Luke—fuck—oh fuck?—”
I grip her thighs, dragging her closer to my face, my tongue dipping between her folds, dragging up to her clit and back again.
Then harder.
Sucking.Licking.
