Breathing faster, she arched into my touch. "Like what?"
Instead of answering, I bent down and pressed my lips to the side of her neck. Her pulse fluttered wildly beneath my mouth as I sucked gently, careful not to leave marks that would be visible to our friends.
"I want to take you somewhere," I said against her throat, the words emerging before I'd fully formed the thought. "After dinner."
"Where?" she gasped as my thumb found her clit, circling it with deliberate pressure.
I hesitated. Did I tell her about the club or would it be better to show her?
"Just say yes," I murmured, increasing the pace of my fingers inside her. "Say you'll come with me."
Her breath hitched as I curled my fingers and found a particular spot that made her tremble.
"Yes," she agreed breathlessly. "Anywhere. Just please, Rafe, let me come. Please—"
The plea in her voice nearly broke my resolve. But then a wicked and tantalizing idea formed and I withdrew my fingers completely.
"Not yet," I told her, bringing my fingers to my mouth and sucking them clean. The flavor of her exploded on my tongue—sweet and so fucking addictive. "You don't get to come yet."
Her eyes flew open and narrowed with outrage. "Are you kidding me?"
"Dead serious." I pressed a quick kiss to her forehead, enjoying the fury building in her gaze. "I want you on edge all through dinner. I want you thinking about my fingers inside you, my mouth on you. I want you desperate."
"Bastard," she hissed, but there was no real venom in it, just frustrated desire. "I hate you."
"No, you don't." I captured her mouth in a hard, possessive kiss. "You want me. And I want you."
I kissed her again but this time, she bit down on my lower lip, hard enough to draw a drop of blood. Jerking back, I touched my tongue to the small wound and tasted copper.
"Feel better?" I asked, unable to keep the smile from my voice.
"No." Chest heaving, she glared up at me. "I'll feel better when I finally get to come. Which I apparently won't be doing anytime soon, thanks to you."
I stepped back, straightening my tie and running a hand through my hair. The sight of her—lips swollen from my kisses, cheeks flushed, dress slightly askew—sent another bolt of desire through me. But I held firm.
"One more thing," I said, voice dropping low. "I want your underwear."
Her eyebrows shot up. "You want my what?"
"You heard me." I moved closer again, crowding her against the wall. "Give me your underwear."
"Are you insane?" She shook her head. "I’m not giving you my underwear. I refuse to walk around my sister’s home with nothing under my dress."
"You're right," I conceded, dropping to my knees in front of her. "You're not going to give them to me." I pushed the hem of her dress up, exposing the emerald lace that matched her outfit perfectly. "I'm going to take them."
Before she could protest further, I hooked my fingers in the waistband and dragged the lace down her thighs. She gasped, hands flying to my shoulders to steady herself.
"This is crazy," she whispered, even as her thighs parted slightly, offering me a glimpse of what she'd been denying was mine.
I couldn't resist. Leaning forward, I pressed a single, open-mouthed kiss to her center, my tongue darting out for a quick taste that had her fingers digging painfully into my shoulders. Then I pulled back and tucked the scrap of lace into my pants pocket as I rose to my feet.
"Now I have a souvenir," I told her, adjusting her dress back into place. "And something to make sure you don't forget what we were doing in here."
Her breathing was still unsteady, eyes still dark with unfulfilled desire. "As if I could forget."
I smiled, satisfaction curling through me at the knowledge that she'd be thinking of nothing but this—of me—throughout dinner.
Guilt still nagged at the edges of my mind. I'd started this thing between us with manipulation and blackmail. I'd forced her into a marriage of convenience, not giving a damn about what she wanted as long as it served my purposes. But things had shifted. I'd started to care—hell, maybe I’d always cared about her—and I wanted more than just her body.
