“Thank you,” I manage to say, while I’m breathless but still mostly coherent. “For what you did out there. For singing.”
“You’re welcome.” He chuckles against my neck, making me melt a little more into his arms. “I don’t think I’ll ever live that down.”
“You’re truly a terrible singer,” I add with a laugh, tracing his chiseled jawline with my thumb.
He pulls back just enough for me to see his face in the dim light, and there it is—that rare smile. The real one. The one that transforms his usually stern features into something ridiculously sexy and charming that I’ve decided is just for me.
“Believe me, I know,” he says, his voice low and rough. “But it worked, didn’t it?”
“It worked,” I confirm, reaching up to cup his face. “You stole the show and everyone loved it. You saved the whole night.”
“I didn’t do it for everyone.” His eyes lock with mine, intense and sincere. “I did it for you.”
My heart does a flip in my chest, and I pull him down for another kiss. This one is slower but still hot as hell, and his hands slide into my hair as we both start to get carried away.
But then he pulls back, and it’s obvious he’s trying his best not to mess up my hair or my dress, or to leave any visible marks on my neck.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I whisper against his mouth, even as my hands slide under his jacket to feel the warmth of his body through his shirt. “Someone could find us.”
“I locked the door.” His lips move to that spot just below my ear that makes me weak. “And I don’t care.”
“We’ll be in so much trouble if someone finds us.”
“I’ve barely been able to touch you for three weeks.” I can actually hear the desperation in his voice. “Watching you tonight, seeing you work that room and hearing you give that speech… I’ve missed you. And I need you.”
God, he knows just what to say to make me melt. I arch against him, and he grinds against my hip so I can feel exactly how much he wants me.
“How long do we have?” My practical side is desperately trying to reassert itself even though my body is absolutely on board with forgetting about logistics.
“Not long enough to do everything I want.” He slips a hand under my dress, and I help him by hiking it up around my hips and thighs. “But long enough to make you come. Don’t worry, though, Hurricane. I’m a lot better at this than I am at singing.”
I laugh, probably louder than I should, but it turns into a moan as he pushes my panties to the side so his fingers can find my clit.
“God, yes.” I rock against his hand, desperate for more pressure. “But if we only have a little time, you might have to put that legendary focus of yours to good use.”
“Fuck,” he groans as he slips a finger inside me. “You’re so wet for me already.”
“Can’t help it.” I spread my legs as wide as I can without ripping my dress. I’d give anything to be back at home, naked in bed right now. But I’m more than ready to make the most of these few stolen minutes. “Your fingers feel so good. I’m already close.”
He keeps teasing and playing with my clit, working me up and then backing off until I’m writhing against the wall and trembling with need.
“You’re so beautiful,” he growls. “Beg for me.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice.
“Please, Grant. Let me come. Make me come. Please.”
“God, I love hearing you like this.” He adds a second finger and thrusts them in faster, harder, stretching me until I have to grind my teeth to keep from crying out. “Nothing turns me on like the sound of your sweet voice begging. Give it to me, Hurricane. Come all over my hand.”
He drives his fingers deeper while he rubs my clit with his thumb, and the sensation sends me over the edge.
“Yes, beautiful, that’s it.” His voice sounds like it’s miles away now, but he’s still pumping his fingers inside me as I ride out the waves of pleasure. “So good for me.”
I’m barely able to stand, but he’s holding me up and against the wall, supporting all my weight while he leans in to kiss me.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, trying to catch my breath and steady my shaking knees.
“I know.” He takes my hand in his and moves it down to his crotch, where his cock is throbbing so hard it feels like it might tear through his pants. “You feel that? You have no idea what you do to me.”
