“It’s hard to forget,” I say, leaning over the school work on my elbows.I’ve been walking funny for weeks.
“Answer the question, Hellcat.” He shifts in the tight Hollow t-shirt, and it stretches across his chest, giving away how nervous he really is to ask.
“Right here?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Seriously?” He stumbles.
“If I want you…” I push up from the stool, sliding onto the bar and swinging my legs around to face him again, “right here in the Hollow, right now…”
His jaw ticks.
“Will you give it to me?” I ask,consider it testing my boundaries.
“I need you to know that you ask for whatever you want, and if you really want it…” He steps forward, his eyes dropping to my thighs in the gym shorts I’m wearing. “Then yeah, I’ll give it to you.”
A chill runs down my spine.
“You have to ask,” Brighton reminds me, separating my legs and stepping between them.
“Even with all those windows?” I question, not really believing that he’d go that far.
“Rhea,” he groans softly. “Ask.”
It’s just us; his hands on my thighs are warm, and it’s making it easy to be brazen. He leans across the bar, hitting the remote that controls the audio system, and music plays over us just loud enough to be heard. Submissive Brighton is a wild animal, and I can’t help myself as my teeth sink into my bottom lip thinking about it.
“Will you show me, right here in the bar?” I finally ask him.
“I’ll do anything you want if you keep looking at me like that, Hellcat.” His eyes flicker between mine, and his thumbs trace the hem of my shirt.
“Help me out of these?” I ask, snapping the fabric of my shorts around my thigh.
He pulls off each sneaker first, setting them to the side and then the socks, tickling the bottom of my feet with his knuckles as he works. I watch him intently, sitting still as his fingers curl into the hem at my hips. I push up on my palms, lifting off the counter enough for him to roll them out from under me and down my thighs. He sinks to his knees as he pulls them down my calves.
Brighton's hands grip me firmly as he kneels before me. The position is submissive, his strong jaw lifted to meet mine in a heavy-lidded gaze filled with raw hunger and obedience. A muscle tightens in his cheek as he waits for my next command.
“You’re overdressed, Killjoy.” I poke his chest with my foot, and he raises an eyebrow before rolling the shirt up his chest and setting it with my shoes on the bar floor. When he returns to his position, he tucks his hands behind his back, and it forces the muscles in his shoulders and chest to ripple beneath the heavy ink of his tattoos.
His soft abs contract as he sits back on his heels. “How's that?”
“Flawless,” I whisper.
My eyes scan the wall of windows as my heart races in my chest.
“Do you think anyone will walk by?” I ask him.
His focus is on my hips. “The windows are tinted. They can’t see in unless they’re right up against the glass.” He spreads his knees wider on the floor, making his shoulders look even broader. He watches me intently, memorizing every small movement. “Do you like being watched, Rhea?”
“Only by you,” I admit.
Brighton’s eyes darken with that familiar possessive shade, but there’s a tenderness there. It’s clear he’s antsy to touch, but he won’t unless I ask him to. I lean back on my elbows, my eyes never leaving his. “Do you want to touch me, Brighton?”
“More than anything.” His voice is husky as his eyes flicker across my body spread out on the bar. He swallows tightly before they meet my gaze again, “Can I?” His biceps flex as his hands itch for contact behind his back.
“Not yet,” I tell him, enjoying the control for a little while longer. I let my head fall against my shoulder, just enough, but so I can still see his reaction as my hand finds a slow path down my stomach. I push the shirt I’m wearing up to expose the underwear beneath. Brighton inhales a sharp breath as my fingers work the fabric to the side carefully, slipping into a familiar rhythm I knew long before meeting him.
Brighton’s eyes are glued to my hand as it moves between my legs. He watches with an intense focus, his chest rising and falling with restrained breath. A low, desperate whimper escapes him as he sees my fingers moving inside of me. The combination makes my body shudder, and I didn’t realize until now just how much I enjoyed driving him insane.
His body vibrates, every muscle in his torso is tight as he holds himself back, waiting for permission to touch. Seeing him completely at a loss is exhilarating, and it only fuels the tingling feeling between my legs as I work a finger deep inside. A tiny gasp leaves my lips, and I watch as he rises off his heels, the reaction completely involuntary.
