But then Gracie sucked in a deep breath and her breast pressed back into my arm. This time, I could feel the pebbled bud of her nipple, and I swear every single logical thought abandoned ship.
I was going to go to fucking hell for it, but my arm shifted, grazed. Slightly. Barely a touch at all.
But a soft little mewling sound escaped Gracie at the barely-there touch. And I couldn’t find the strength to stop myself from doing it again.
This time, the sound was a little louder and she leaned back against my chest, head tipped up, eyes closed, lips parted.
Her breath was coming in fast, shallow huffs. That flush of hers was creeping across her cheeks, down her neck; even her fucking ears were getting red.
I didn’t know the rumbling sound was growing in my chest until it escaped me.
Hearing it, another of those sweet little sounds escaped Gracie.
And I was just fucking… gone.
Fuck anyone who said I couldn’t touch her.
Fuck any consequences coming my way for doing it.
My hand slid away from the coffee container, sliding over her belly, over the curve of her hip, across her ribs, then up, fuck,up.
My fingers brushed under the swell of her breast and a current shot through Gracie, making her body shudder and a needy moan escape her lips.
The entire fucking club could burst through the doors right then. And the whole lot of them couldn’t pull me away from her.
She sucked in a breath just as my hand closed over her breast, making the air rush back out of her on a soft sigh.
Her body leaned more fully against me. Like she needed the support to keep standing as my fingers found her nipple and teased a circle around it.
Then rolled.
Pinched.
My hand flattened, squeezed.
Her breath was panting out of her by the time my other hand lifted, touching, teasing, giving in to every goddamn fantasy I’d been tormented with since the last time I’d seen her.
And it still, still, wasn’t enough.
My hands slid away, moved down, and the disappointed grumble that escaped her had my lips curving up and my cock fucking aching.
My fingers dug into her hips, turning her toward me as I spun us.
I moved forward, forcing her backward until the island stopped her.
I dug into her hips, lifted her up and off her feet, and dropped her on the countertop.
And fuck if she didn’t look up at me with pure, undiluted need.
I was immediately fucking drunk on it.
And just as quickly… addicted.
I pressed into her knees and they parted effortlessly, her soft thighs sliding around the outsides of mine.
I leaned forward.
She eased back.
