“You knew everyone would be staring at you in this…thing. Youwantus to touch you.”
“What?Nooo…”
I let my hand slide lower, slipping under the dress and grasping the plush curve of her bum. I expect to feel fabric, but there’s nothing. I frown and twist my fingers experimentally, stroking between her legs. I’m met only with damp, soft curls. She gasps, tipping her head back.
I close my eyes, trying to collect myself. “Summer,” I say carefully. “Tell me you’re wearing some kind of microscopic underwear. Tell me you’re not bare right now.”
“Oh, no. I didn’t want a VPL,” she says, wide-eyed. “It’s okay. No one can see anything, unless they get a torch and shine it right up my?—”
I crush her against the wall. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I growl. “You can’t come out to a pub in a dress this short and no pants!”
“Can’t I?” Her lashes flutter as I press my palm between her bare legs. She’s getting wetter, her sex blooming under my touch. “Oops. Too late now, I guess.”
I can’t believe this. I knock her knees apart, pushing her more firmly against the wall. “You know what I think, Summer?” I ask quietly, dipping to kiss her neck. “I think you made this dress because you wanted us to fuck you in it.” Her earrings tinkle and shiver, and I lick her throat. “No?”
“Well—” Her breath is hot against my cheek. My thumb grazes over her wet clit, and her whole body twists. “Well, it wasn’t the first goal, but if I am totally honest, perhaps it was a secondary one,” she says all in one breath. “Are you angry?”
“No. I’m not angry. I’m deciding what to do with you.” I bite at her cheek. “Let’s give you what you want, shall we?”
She nods frantically, casting around. “Is there a storage room, or?—”
“Oh no. If you think it’s okay to be prancing around in public, flashing everyone you pass, I’m sure you’re okay with getting a little messy in a hallway.” Her eyes widen as I dip a finger inside of her. It slides in easily. She’s burning hot and wet as sin.
“Alec!”
“What?” I kiss her throat, working her gently with my finger. She flutters around me. “I thought this was what you wanted.”
She looks over my shoulder. “But…what if someone comes?”
“Oh, then everyone will know, I suppose. This is a small town; people love to gossip.” I slide in a second finger, curling them both inside her. Her gasp echoes around the hallway. She clutches at my shoulders.
“But—this is so?—”
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask into the crook of her neck. She’s spritzed her perfume here, and the sweet scent fills my nose. It’s intoxicating. My mouth is watering. All I want in the world is get on my knees and bury my face under this sorry excuse for a dress, but frankly, I don’t think she deserves it. She needs to learn a lesson.
Summer shakes her head minutely. “No,” she whispers.
“Then stop whining.” I stroke into her again with a deep, lush press of my fingers. She lets out a strangled cry as I graze against her sensitive inner wall.
Suddenly, a door slams, and footsteps reverberate down the corridor. Summer’s eyes widen, and she clamps her lips shut. We both go still. We’re in the shadows here; as long as whoever it is goes straight to the bathroom, we’ll be fine.
The door to the men’s bathroom swings shut, and Summer relaxes.
“You’d better be quieter than that,” I advise her drily. “They’ll hear you in the bar. Although, you’ve never been very good at being quiet, have you? Even knowing I was in the next room over wasn’t enough to stop you moaning the walls down when Fraser and Cameron first got their hands on you.” I resume stroking inside her, massaging the delicate bundle of nerves which makes her squirm.
“I—” She’s sweating now, her tight body shaking against me. “I’m sorry.”
“No, no. Don’t say sorry. It was the stuff of dreams.” I add a third finger, curling them carefully. Her mouth falls open as her hot slick pools on my palm.
“Oh,Alec, I’m going to?—”
“Hold it,” I order.
“What?”
“Wait for that man to leave. Or do you want to be found mid climax in my local pub?” I don’t let up my movements, teasing my fingertips repeatedly over her most sensitive spot.
She’s panting now, writhing over my hand. “I can’t,” she whispers, sounding panicked.
