Her breath visibly caught as my hand moved higher. I never lost her stare. Her gaze blew wildly, lip tugging behind her teeth like she was thinking the same thing I was—if we could get away with my reaching fully beneath that skirt to see how wet she was.
I resisted, instead choosing to delicately caress her skin, savoring the softness beneath my fingers. But as I touched the bend of her hip, I reached into my back pocket.
“Put these in your bag with the handcuffs,” I told her.
She eyed the red drawstring baggie, and when she opened it, delight lifted on every inch of her face.
“What are these for?” she asked.
I felt my lips tug upwards, and I leaned closer, turning so that both of my hands were on her thighs. “I plan on doing everything that these hearts say. Striping you. Biting you. Sucking you. All of them… One at a time… One command after the other… Over and over until you beg me to stop,” I said in her ear. “And when you do, I’ll—”
“Let me guess,” she interjected. “You’ll make me see God?”
“Baby, tonight, I am your god,” I said, squeezing her flesh. “And you’re the woman who’s going to bring Eros to his knees.”
Her tongue darted over her lips, and I refrained from capturing it with my teeth. “I like the sound of that,” she said.
“I thought you might.”
Her neck extended in my direction, our noses nearly brushing, but I didn’t let her get any closer. A heavy sigh left me as I forced myself to straighten over her, still stroking her thighs. I couldn’t stop touching her—didn’t want to stop touching her. At this point, I feared letting her go might mean her disappearing from in front of me.
“I just need one thing from you,” I said.
“What’s that?”
“Say you’re mine.”
I was ready to beg for her. Plead on my knees for her. I didn’t know how much more of this dance I could take.
I wanted to touch her everywhere. Taste her in every way. Soak her up as she spilled on my tongue and cried out my name. I needed to feel her body around me. Just the warmth of her flesh had me on edge. It was taking everything not to press further, to uncross her legs so I could stand between them or whisper my hand across the nipples I knew were hardened beneath her fucking bra.
Chloe’s smile widened. She shifted, and as her feet hit the ground, I wrapped my arm around her waist. I wanted her answer. I wantedher. Her breasts brushed against my chest, and I squeezed her waist as she tickled her fingers over my forearm, my hair rising with her every touch.
Every time I looked at her, she became more and more beautiful—so beautiful, I was sure that had my mother known about her, she’d have become jealous, perhaps even tried to destroy her beauty with some poison or devastating disease.
“Cherry vodka,” the bartender announced as she set a drink in front of us and left with two slaps to the bar top.
Our gaze broke, and Chloe reached for the glass, but I couldn’t look away. And when she picked up the juicy cherry from inside her drink, my insides lit on fire. She pressed the dripping red fruit to her puckered lips, letting it sit for a moment before sucking it back and crushing it in her teeth.
Red liquid dribbled from the corner of her mouth. My knees weakened, and I nearly fell to the floor before her. I had to contain my urge to lick the sweetness off her face.
She caught the drip with her tongue, her lashes lifting and hitting her eyelids when she smiled at me.
Gods, that fucking smile.
That fucking…her.
She knew she was making me crazy, and shit… I loved it.
“Thanks for the drink,” was all she said before hugging that glass to her chest and pushing past me, back to the table with Lana.
I scoffed aloud, my head sinking to my chest as amusement spread through me from her cheekiness. I was going to have her ass pink later for the torture she was putting me through. Gods, I couldn’t wait to hear that moan.
“Bad luck tonight?” the bartender asked as she dried off a glass.
I stared out at Chloe again. “I think she’s testing to see how long it’ll take me to break,” I said.
The bartender grinned. “How’s that going for you?”
