Chapter Seventeen
Hands found my bottom, which was currently as smooth as silk, with nothing to interrupt the fall of the quite thin fabric.They clenched, before pushing me back against the door while Cyrus’s tongue plundered my mouth, taking his time because he was a thorough type of guy.And because no Were male refused an advance from his mate.
Dead bedrooms were not a thing in the Were world.
He eventually came up for air, gasping.“No… panty lines.”
“No panties.I’m fresh out.”
“Fresh out?”
“Uh-huh.Not even a thong to my name.They’re about the only thing Dante’s doesn’t slap a logo on and sell down in the gift shop.Probably haven’t thought of it yet.”
This was accompanied by some happy groping of my own, of a very nice, taut backside, which had him groaning into my mouth.“You had to tell me that right before dinner.”
“Are you gonna think of me over the appetizers?”
“God, yes.”
I laughed.“Oh, it’ll be worse than that,” I whispered into his ear.“I think I’ve decided to go after all—”
“Lia!We just talked about this!”
No, you talked about this, I thought, but didn’t say, because I didn’t need to.
“Just so I can liven things up for you,” I teased, loosening his tie.“You’re going to be sitting there, hearing about dear Peggy’s goiter—”
“Don’t—”
“And I’m going to be stroking my foot up and down your leg, up and down, up and down.I’ll slip the sandal off first, and I’m not wearing any hosiery.”I put his hand on my thigh through the entirely too high slit in the skirt so he could feel that for himself.“Or anything else under this dress.”
“Stop.”
I did not stop.I bit his earlobe instead, just to feel him quiver.“It’ll be my bare skin on yours while she ropes in Sergei, who has a problem with his lymph nodes.”I paused to suck on his neck just below the collar.“But nobody’s been able to figure out what because there are no decent healers these days—”
“I know what you’re doing,” he breathed.
“Oh, what’s that?”
“You don’t want me going tonight.You think Sebastian can read me like a book—”
“You’re the one who said he was psychic.”
“—but it’ll look strange if neither of us shows up.”
“It’s been a strange day.”
“Damn it, Lia!I can handle this!”he said, but it was a little ragged, because I’d just found something to handle, too.Something that swelled to fit my hand without me doing much of anything.And then got a lot more enthusiastic when I started stroking it lightly, a barely-there touch that was further reduced by his trousers’ thickness.
This wasn’t Cyrus’s tux, which had been left in shreds on the banquet room floor last night, when he went off to chew on some Rand ass.I assumed he’d borrowed something from his brother, who only had about fifty in his wardrobe, as a series of formal events was a given in his position.But it must have been Sebastian’s winter weight evening wear, and had been made by a good tailor who’d used top-quality wool.
As a result, it cut down on sensation quite a bit, or so I assumed, given how he leaned into my touch, trying to increase contact to the point of almost thrusting into my hand.Or rather, he tried.But I kept pulling back, keeping it light, a barely there caress at the ragged end of sensation, not hard enough or at the right speed to do anything but madden him.
“Lia!”
“And while you’re eating crappy banquet food and trying desperately to look interested,” I whispered, tracing the line of his jaw with my lips.“I’ll worm my way under your trouser leg with my foot and stroke the bare skin behind your knee.”I nipped his lower lip when I reached it, and felt it give under my teeth, firm and plump and taut and delicious.“And then move up your calf to your thigh, varying the pressure a little to see if I can make you choke on your crappy steak or overdone lamb.And then higher, as high as I can get, all the way up to—”
“I’m going to be late!”That was his stern voice, a low rumble in his chest, because he’d decided to lay down the law.Only my body liked that voice; it liked it a lot.It geared up my interest, which was already pretty damn high.
