“Is everything else you’re wearing comfortable?” he asks as he clears his throat to break the weird tension.
“Black and pink, as requested.”
He drags a hand down his face and groans. “Now I’m going to have blue balls all night knowing exactly what you’re wearing underneath that dress, and that you’re wearing it for me.”
“That sounds like a you problem, and one of your own making. But rest assured, you might have blue balls, but it’s me that’s going to be uncomfortable.”
“Did I not get you the right size?”
I scowl. “There are sizes?”
He scratches the back of his head. “I believe so.”
“Sure, the sizing was fine. A little difficult to put on, but I got the hang of it.”
He tilts his head like he’s trying to understand my words. I’m not spelling it out for him. Fucking pervert. He shakes his head and takes a step back.
“Let’s go before I say fuck it to the date portion of the evening and beg you for a private show.”
A small voice in my head urges him to do exactly that—throw me down and have his wicked way with me. Perhaps that’s what the new Cleo wants and needs. Maybe, just maybe, I should find out.
CHAPTER 31
FOX
She’s whiskey and fire.
She’s a dangerous distraction, looking like every man’s wet dream in that dress. I can hardly keep my eyes on the road knowing she’s wearing the underwear I picked out for her. She squirms in the leather seat.
“Are you okay?”
She flicks her gaze to the side and arches her brow. “I’m just peachy wearing this super comfortable stuff you got me.”
I frown in confusion. The “stuff” wasn’t cheap—that’s silk and lace against her porcelain skin. My thumbs tap the steering wheel to the beat of some 1980s air rock as I try to ignore her pressing her thighs together.
Oh, now I get it. It’s not the material of the lingerie making her feel uncomfortable, it’s making her feel sexy, and she’s been avoiding that out in public.
My face breaks into a grin. If I have to walk around with blue balls all night, then she has to walk around with whatever the female version is. Lady blue balls?
As long as she doesn’t give in to my best friend’s charms and allow him to take the edge off what I have started. I’m ninety-five percent sure she will stay true to her convictions and push Sam away, then disappear into her room to either hide from the desire or, as I hope, use the toys to get herself off. She has to learn to take back control of her pleasure and push out the demons that stalk her.
I’m here to get under her skin, to make her itch until she has to scratch—until she’s consumed with only pleasure and feels safe enough to explore it. Not that I’m mollycoddling her. That’s not who I am, and it’s not what she needs. If it was, I’d push her into Sam’s waiting arms. He’s great at playing the knight in shining armor, while I’m the beast that stalks the shadows.
Thinking of her stripping out of that dress makes me hard. I’m desperate to see her in something I chose. There’s a possessive glint to that thought I’m unfamiliar with.
She reaches forward and turns up the volume on the radio, and my seat vibrates. She huffs and turns it back down, making my lips twitch. Oh yeah. She is ready to blow.
I wonder what she’ll enjoy from the selection of toys. Nope, damn it, now I’m the one ready to blow.
She hums to the tune and white knuckles the clutch in her lap. I can’t tell if it’s a nervous reaction to going on a date or whether it’s just being in the car with me.
She suddenly stops, causing me to glance over. Her lips part and a blush creeps on her cheeks. Holy shit, how is sexy lingerie doing this? I haven’t even laid a finger on her.
She closes her eyes and releases a low groan that goes straight to my already hard cock. I want to be there the first time she climaxes after months of pent-up frustration. She’s going to go off like a firework, and I want to bear witness to the pleasure consuming her as it blasts through the walls she’serected. She drags her bottom lip between her teeth and the contrast with the crimson stain causes me to slow down so I can steal more glances. Fuck the pointless date. We shouldn’t be wasting another second with people neither of us see a future with. Even a short-term one.
She forces her hands to relax before flicking her eyes open and releasing her lip. “You doing okay, firecracker?” I rumble.
“I’m fine. It’s my fault—I accepted the challenge. Now I’m paying the consequences.”
