“Get what out of my head?” Eve asked, her dark brown eyes staring into mine curiously.
I gave her a cocky grin, holding her gaze. “The image of me spreading you out on the table and sinking into you right here.”
Her eyes flared with desire for a split second before the spark of heat turned into a dangerous glare. She could stare daggers at me all she wanted. I didn’t hear her denying it.
“Haven’t you decided to give up yet?”
“Nope. I know what I want, Eve. You haven’t said no, which means I’ve still got a chance. Besides, you can’t deny that you want to do it again. I can see it in your eyes.”
And there it was again. That spark of desire that she tried to mask earlier.
“You’re infuriatingly persistent.”
She still wasn’t denying it.
I smiled into my beer and took a drink, letting the taste of the hops rest on my tongue a moment before swallowing. I was used to getting what I wanted, and most of the time I didn’t have to work too hard.
But with Eve?
That had never been the case.
“You love that about me, princess.” I placed my hand on her knee and squeezed lightly, watching in fascination as goosebumps sprouted on her skin under my touch.
Iused my thumb to caress the outside of her thigh. The booth was close enough to the table that Jack and Olivia wouldn’t be able to see where my hand was, and I smiled to myself at the thought. Eve stiffened, her breath hitching, her heart kicking up in her chest.
“I thought you told me you couldn’t go out to dinner because you had rehearsal every day this week,” I remarked, my hand grazing the soft skin above her knee.
She had to clear her throat before she answered. “It was a shorter day today. They had to get our measurements for costumes, but then we were free to leave. I wanted to spend some time with Liv before she leaves for the next few weeks.”
I nodded, grabbing my drink with one hand while I slid the other up her thigh. Her eyes widened and her lips went slack at the whisper of my fingers against the inside of her thigh. Her shorts had hiked up as she sat in the booth, leaving all but a small strip of her skin bare.
I kept my hand where it was as Jack asked Eve a question about rehearsals and only half-listened as she squeaked out an answer. My mind was elsewhere.
I waited for her to pull away. To give me any indication that she wasn’t enjoying the feeling of my fingers skimming up and down, closer and closer to her center.
If I wasn’t sure before, I was now.
She still wanted me.
As much as she wanted to be finished with me, my touch elicited something that she wasn’t ready to let go of. I wasn’t afraid to admit she did the same to me.
I did the opposite of what the impulsive side of my brain wanted and removed my hand from her thigh, resigning myself to keep my hands off her for the remainder of the evening. Maybe if I left her wanting more, she would finally give me an answer about spending another night together.
She glanced down at her thigh, frowning at the loss of my hand. I smiled, fiddling with the silverware in front of me.
The taproom of the Dead Rabbit was loud and boisterous, even though it was a weeknight. The waiter came by, depositing our food at the table. Jack and I listened to the girls chat animatedly about their afternoon while we dug into our food. Grease from the burger dripped onto my plate as I took a bite.
Eve’s hand slid over my thigh as she tooka drink of her cocktail. I jumped, almost choking on the bite of burger in my mouth, as her fingers moved from my thigh to my dick, drifting south toward my balls.
I gritted my teeth as she squeezed and massaged me under the table, holding back the groan that was building in the back of my throat, waiting to rip free.
I manfully swallowed the bite that was in my mouth and washed it down with Guinness. Eve was listening to Jack tell us what they were going to do on their trip over the next three weeks, while her fingers gripped at me under the table.
What was she fucking doing to me? People didn’t usually surprise me. I could get a pretty good read on most.
But this?
Eve jerking me off under the table?
