I pull away enough to slip my hand between us and cup her hot pussy. And just like I thought, she’s soaking wet. Rubbing a finger over the thin piece of silk between us, I whisper, “Fuck. You’re so wet. Is this for me, Angel?” It better not be from that fucker grinding against her on the dance floor.
“Yes,” she whispers.
Satisfaction roars through me as I press my thumb into her clit. Before she can get back in her head and stop me, I lean forward and begin to suck and bite at her jaw as my thumb circles faster and harder.
She’s whimpering and clutching my arms.
I need to feel her again. With a growl, I grab the thin material and rip it off her. When my fingers slide over her swollen clit and slickfolds, precum leaks from my dick as it pulses. A white-hot need obliterates all thought.
I push two fingers inside her, feeling her walls instantly contract around them. Fucking heaven. I bite down on her earlobe and moan, “You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about having my fingers in this pussy again.”
She spreads her thighs in answer, and I grin with satisfaction. I can feel her walls fluttering around my fingers as I push deeper. She’s so close. This time, she will come.
“Eyes on me.” I say in her ear. “You’re going to come for me, Angel.” I add another finger, and she cries out. “That a girl,” I growl. Then I push deeper and curl my fingertips to hit her G-spot, while I press my thumb on her clit.
Her cry fills the room as her orgasm hits. Her walls clench around my fingers in wave after wave. I’ve held eye contact with her through it, watching in awe as her eyes darken with pleasure. Then I lean forward and crush my mouth to hers, swallowing her whimpers, pumping my fingers slowly, letting her ride out the contractions on my hand. This beautiful, responsive woman.
Christ, she’s going to be the death of me.
We’re holding eye contact again as I slip my fingers out and bring them to my mouth. I suck her arousal from them and then press my mouth against hers, slipping my tongue inside so she tastes her own pleasure. Pressing my erection against her bare pussy, thedamp heat soaks through my slacks. I roll my hips, grinding into her, devouring her mouth.
When she moves her hands into my hair, pulling my mouth deeper, I know she’s surrendered completely.
Suddenly there’s a knock on the door.
We both freeze.
“Fuck off,” I yell at whoever just interrupted us… again. Thedeja vuis hitting hard.
Lennon is now stiff in my arms, a faraway look in her eyes. I sigh and brush the hair from her flushed cheek.
“Where did you go?” I ask, though I already know.
Her eyes are suddenly bright with tears. “This can’t happen again. You’re getting married.” Something like nausea flits over her face and then she pushes off the desk, adjusts her dress back over her hips.
It takes everything in me to step back and give her space, when I just want to crush her to me and never let her go. This is the hardest war I’ve ever fought. The war against what I want, and what I know I have no right to take.
She steps around me. “I guess we can call this our goodbye then.”
Her words hit me like a gut punch. I take a deep breath and scrub a hand over my face to hide the frustration. I cannot fucking lose her again. I won’t.
Yes, you will. For her sake, you will let her go.
Before she reaches the door, she looks over her shoulder. “The name of your club… The Eclipse. Why?”
All I can do is give her a small smile and hope that the realization helps her understand what I can’t say.
By the sadness in her eyes, she gets it. She turns away, unlocks the door and pulls it open.
Gunnar is standing there, hands on his hips. He gives her a nod in greeting, and then his jaw clenches as his gaze finds mine.
“Lennon… wait,” I call. I need to know she makes it home safely at least. “Gunnar will give you and your friend a ride home.”
Gunnar raises a brow at me then turns to Lennon. “Give me one sec, then we’ll go find your friend.” He strides into the office and stands in front of me, leaning in so Lennon doesn’t hear. “Giada is here. Someone sent her a photo of you hand in hand with Lennon walking through the casino. She’s upstairs demanding you come now.”
I close my eyes and sigh. Not what I want to deal with right now. I don’t know if I have the strength to give a shit about duty and loyalty. Not with the taste of Lennon still on my tongue, the incredible high of her body in my arms still fresh. “All right. Take the girls home. I’ll deal with it.”
Chapter 17
