“Yes, well, I’m still wearing them.”
He freezes. “Wearingthem?” he repeats. “Wearing what?”
“Vibrating panties,” I wail.
This is the worst moment of my life. The vibe hammers against me, and I twist my legs together as need spikes in my belly.
Fraser pulls back, eyes wide in shock. “You’re still wearing them?” he repeats, his voice suddenly rough. “Jesus Christ, London. Are they…” His eyes drop between my legs. “Is it switched on?”
“Yes,” I squeak, squirming desperately. “So can you please! Turn! Around! I keep trying to subtly switch them off, but I can’t do that without looking like a pervert!”
Fraser stares at me, broad chest rising and falling. Outside, lightning forks across the sky, flooding the room with white light as I tremble with need.
“I don’t think so,” he says.
NINETEEN
SUMMER
“Wait. What?” I whisper.
“I think,” Fraser says slowly, his accent thicker than usual, “it would be more fun if ye left them on.”
My heartbeat is pounding in my ears. “You mean?—”
He slides his hand around my waist, pulling me to lean on him. I flop weakly against his front. “You want me to help you, baby?” he says in my ear. “To make you feel better?”
God. Yes.I fist a hand in his shirt. Dimly, in the back of my mind, a tiny voice pipes up.
You literally kissed Cameron half an hour ago. Should you really be sleeping with his best friend?
Fraser nuzzles me. The clutching ache inside me gets worse, and the voice is drowned out by more urgent matters. I nod frantically. “Thatwouldbe fun. Very fun. Right now, please.”
He smiles. “Poor thing,” he murmurs. “Howdoyou get yourself in these situations?”
“I don’t know,” I whine, my hips jerking uselessly over the toy. “Fraser?—”
He slides one hand down my hip, squeezing. “Can I?”
In answer, I grab his wrist and shove it under my dress.
Shaking with silent laughter, Fraser gently cups me. “Baby,” he mutters when he feels the vibration, “how long have you had these on?”
I jerk in his arms, my body automatically trying to ride his palm. “Like…twenty minutes.”
His eyes close. “Shit,” he says. Ever so slowly, his thick fingers stroke up the drenched fabric of my underwear, giving mealmostenough pressure. I lean closer, trying to grind against him.
He pulls his hand away, and I choke with indignation. “But?—”
“You’re a wee bit overdressed, I reckon,” he says. “Let me just handle that first.” He starts gently unbuttoning my dress. I whimper as he lets it fall to the floor and leans back to admire my lacy lilac bra. “MyGod,” he says, slipping a finger under the strap. “Aren’t you just the bonniest thing I’ve ever seen?”
“Fraser, I’m going to die,” I inform him. I genuinely feel like I’m burning up.
“No, baby. I’d never let that happen.” He peels the bra off so I’m standing in front of him topless. I cross my legs tightly, desperate for some kind of pressure. “Fraser.”
He cups my breasts slowly, his expression reverent. “Unbelievable.” He leans down and buries his face in my chest. I gasp, back arching, and he growls in approval. “You smell so sweet.God. Bet you taste sweet too.” He sucks one of my nipples slowly into his mouth.
My hands fly to his shoulders. “Please,” I choke out as he tugs at me with his lips. “Please, please, I really can’t do this anymore, I can’t—” I reach down to pull out the toy myself.
