“Please, Phillip.” I’m already desperate for the feel of his fingers on my hypersensitive skin.
“I’ll be so good to you.” The words seem heavier, like they’re weighted down with other emotions. “I’ll always take care of you.” He eases a finger inside me, and the sensation, coupled with his low groan, nearly makes my knees buckle. One curl sends a jolt of pleasure radiating through me.
“So soft.” He circles my clit with his thumb and rubs inside me again. “Tell me you’re mine,” he demands.
“I’m yours,” I whimper.
“Only my fingers will fuck you.” He adds another, stretching me. Like I asked him to. Like I wanted. “Only my mouth will suck this sweet little clit.” He rubs it with his thumb, circling and pumping, filling me, fucking me with his fingers like he promised.
The bass vibrates through the floor, the music so loud I strain to hear him. But he’s all I can see and feel. If he moved six inches to the right, someone could see us, catch us. The thrill of it pushes me closer to the edge.
He drops his head, eyes on mine, lips close but not touching as he growls, “And mine will be the only cock you ever fuck.”
Heat and want rush through me. I grip his arm as my hips jerk and my pussy clenches around his fingers. I moan his name, grateful for the pumping bass and heavy drumbeat that drown me out.
I sag against the column, my legs weak and my body singing. I want him to do that again and again, until I’m nothing but a slick puddle of desire.
Flip slowly withdraws his fingers. The insides of my thighs are wet. He holds his hand up, showing me his slick fingers. “I change my mind. I get to lick them clean this time.” He drags his tongue up his palm, then sucks each digit into his mouth, one by one, like he’s savoring a decadent dessert.
He gently grips my chin and kisses me deeply. Another surge of desire flares as I taste myself on his tongue. I wrap my arms around his neck, as much to steady myself as to keep him close. I stroke against his tongue, my desperate mewl almost lost in the bass.
Flip breaks the kiss, eyes hot with desire. “How you feel, kitten?”
I should feel sated, eased. But now that he’s put his hands on me, all I want is more. “Hungry.”
“I’m fucking starved for you.” He sucks my bottom lip. “I knew it would be like this with you.”
The swell of pride is undeniable. I want it to always be this way. For him to want me so completely.
He kisses the end of my nose. “Let’s get your coat.”
Flip practically carries me up the stairs, my legs are so wobbly. The oonsing of the music is always an issue for Dred, so she and Connor have already gone. Rix is tucked into Tristan’s side, and Dallas is draped over Hemi. Kellan is chatting up some woman, and Quinn is still on his phone.
Everyone but Quinn gives us an eyebrow lift as we arrive.
“What have you two been up to?” Rix asks with narrowed eyes.
“Dancing,” Flip replies evenly. “We’re heading back to the hotel.”
“Keep Tally safe, please,” Hemi orders.
“Always.” He helps me into my coat and keeps his arm around my waist as we leave the club.
Twenty minutes later, we’re back at the hotel and in the elevator on the way to our suite. Flip’s jaw ticks as the floors climb. His throat bobs with a nervous swallow and his hand shakes as he brushes my hair away from my face. “It feels good to finally have you to myself.”
I wrap my arms around his waist. “I can’t wait to spend the night with you.”
“I’ve waited so long for you.” He kisses my temple, then my cheek.
I’m the only woman he’s ever flown out to a game.
The only woman he’s publicly claimed as his.
I press my lips to the edge of his jaw.
He smiles down at me, eyes soft, hand trembling as he curves itaround my nape.
I do this to him.
