The waitress gave a polite nod before writing down their order. “My name is Serena, if you need anything. I’ll get your order right in.”
Once she had gone, Chris reached across the table and covered Mallory’s hand with his. She jolted at the contact and locked eyes with him. “Shit,” she breathed, before laughing to herself.
“What is it?” He had a feeling he knew what she was referring to. Just the feel of the back of her hand beneath his sent a shock of electricity through him. It was his turn to shift in his seat as his pants grew tighter around his arousal.
“Obviously it’s been too long since we’ve been together,” she answered with a laugh. “I’ll be back. Is the restroom in the back?”
“On the left. Just past the coatroom.”
He watched as she stood and walked away. The dress swayed as she walked, giving him a taunting view of the back of her creamy thighs. He needed to get his hands on her. The short hallway leading to the restrooms was just on the other side of the coatroom, which was unused for the season. Chris gave her a minute before he stood and headed that way.
MALLORY
Mallory turned the sink off before taking a moment to stare at her reflection in the mirror. Despite splashing some cold water on her face, careful to avoid her eye makeup, her face was still flushed. The touch of his hand over hers shouldn’t have made her squirm with need, but it did. The vibration of his voice when he called her “Bunny” shouldn’t have reached her core … but it did.
“Get it together,” she whispered to herself in the empty bathroom. “You can survive without sex.”
After drying her hands and patting her face dry with a paper towel, she took one last cleansing breath and pushed the door open. She was making her way down the dim hallway when someone grabbed her arm and pulled her into a dark room, covering her mouth so she couldn’t scream.
“Shh. It’s me,” Christian’s familiar rasp washed over her, his breath tickling her neck.
Once she stopped struggling, his grasp loosened, and his hand drifted down her neck and rested on her chest slightly below her collar bone. Even that simple touch had her pulse skyrocketing.
“What are you doing?”
“Whatever I want,” he growled into her ear, causing goosebumps to spread across her body.
Before she could respond, she found herself with her back pressed against the wall. When she parted her lips in a gasp, he covered her mouth with his, claiming her mouth. Sighing into him, she swiped her tongue along his as he thrust his hips, pressing his erection into her while pinning her firmly against the wall.
This was what she needed. What she craved. He slid his hands down her body over the soft fabric of her dress, stroking her curves along the way. She began trembling in anticipation once he reached the hem of her dress and slipped his hands underneath, tracing his fingers over the bare skin of her thighs before finally stroking her over her panties.
“Touch me,” she pleaded. “Please.”
He placed a leg between hers and used it to nudge her thighs apart before slipping his fingers inside her panties and stoking her aching center. She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out.
“You’re so wet for me, already,” he said before slipping a finger inside her.
She whimpered and thrust forward in search of more friction where she needed it most. She didn’t care where they were, she needed to feel him inside her. She needed more.
“Please,” she pleaded once more, not quite sure what she was asking for.
When he withdrew his hand, she opened her mouth to protest until she realized he was working to undo his belt. She grasped his shirt, untucking it from his pants as she heard the jingle of his belt.
“Turn around. Hands on the wall,” he commanded, his voice barely above a whisper.
Without hesitation, she turned and placed her palms on the wall in front of her, dizzy with anticipation. Gripping her hips with both hands, he pulled back until her ass was pressed against his length. She was wet before, but now she was soaked as she waited for him to take her. She felt a chill from the cool air when he lifted her dress up to her waist, snaking his hand up her back before sliding it around to her stomach.
“You’re shaking,” he said into her ear. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” he breathed.
He slid his hand further down, pushed her panties to the side, and stroked her slit. His wet fingers circling her clit nearly pushed her over the edge and she once again chewed her lip to keep from crying out. She needed more. She arched her back and pushed back into him, in a silent plea.
When he slipped two fingers inside her, she was unable to hold back her moan. Without warning, he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. She opened her mouth to cry out, but he slipped his fingers inside her mouth, spreading the salty tang of her arousal over her tongue.
“See how good you taste? Now lick them clean,” he instructed.
