Not here? Then stop squirming in your seat.
I blink. Wait, how?
Fox
Fuck it. On the count of three, I’m coming to get you and carrying you out of there on my shoulder.
Cleo
Try it.
Fox
One.
Cleo
Only works if you count beyond that.
Fox
Two. And Cleo, I have zero fucks to give about this congregation, so go ahead and test me.
My eyes widen, and I jerk to my feet. Helen blinks up at me.
I swing a thumb over my shoulder. “Toilet,” I whisper. Before she can call me out on my shit, I hurry out of the nave and close the door behind me with a snick. I stalk toward the entrance, and an arm snakes around my waist while a hand covers my mouth, preventing my shriek of surprise from escaping.
“Three,” Fox utters against my ear. I squirm, which only makes him growl as his erection presses against my ass. Does he just walk around with that thing permanently hard? “Behave, Cleo, or this is going to go a lot differently than I planned.”
He drags me backward, spins me in his arms, and throws me over his shoulder before striding up a narrow set of winding stairs. We emerge into the choir loft which overlooks the nave and has a grand piano situated in the middle. He slides me off his shoulder, and my heels hit the wooden floor with a click. Oh my God, the acoustics.
He backs me up against the pillar at one side of the balcony. We are shielded from the congregation, but only just. His hands pin my wrists above my head, and he licks his lips as he stares down at me. Our height difference is still pronounced, even in these heels. My heart thumps in my chest, not out of fear, but excitement. There’s a darkness in Fox, and it wants to push me, but not control me. He leans down and brushes his lips across mine. They part for him, and he licks into my mouth, sending a shiver down my spine. He deepens the kiss and groans low when I suck on his tongue. He presses closer as his hands clench tighter around my wrists.
I’m getting dizzy, but wild horses can’t tear me away from the passion bubbling between us. I didn’t think I was capable of feeling this way again. Wait, no, I’ve never felt this way—like I’m riding the crest of a tsunami wave. He breaks away first and buries his head in the bend of my neck.Quitter.
He chuckles against my ear.Oops.Must have said that out loud.
“If I go down on you now, are you going to be wet for me?” he whispers in my ear.
I smirk at him as he pulls away to stare into my eyes. They are back to green with the contacts.
“That’s for me to know?—”
He releases my wrists and drops to his knees, skirting his hands up my dress. My breath catches in my throat, and my eyes go wide. “And for me to find out.”
“It wasn’t an invitation,” I mutter as he hooks his thumbs into my black and pink lacy panties—the ones he thought I was wearing last night.
He groans as he lowers them. “Did you wear these for me?”
“No, for me.”
“Good girl.” He urges my feet up and slides them off. “Open your mouth,” he demands.
If I’m going to Hell, it’s already too late for me, so I may as well enjoy the express ride down. My lips part, and he stuffs the panties inside. The dampness can’t be mistaken. “Now you tell me, are you wet?”
My eyes narrow.Dumbass. How am I meant to answer?He presses his lips together.Yes, yes very funny.He slides a hand under my left knee and lifts it over his shoulder. My hands land on his head and bury into his hair. The scruff of his beard scrapes against the inside of my thigh before he sweeps his tongue through my center. My head smacks off the stone pillar as I suck in a breath. He circles my clit but doesn’t create the friction where Ineed it. Am I really going to come in a crowded church? Won’t we burst into flames or something?
“Mmm. How do you taste like peaches and fucking coconut?” Fox groans against me, making my hands tighten in his hair as I try directing him. He tears his mouth away from me and grabs the back of my knees before carrying me over to the piano and sliding me onto the top. “Sorry, firecracker, I have a job to do. But that doesn’t mean I can’t multitask.”
