His palm absorbed the small cries she gave as she came all over him. For a second, as he rested against her, that thick bulge riding her sensitive clit, she wondered if he would rip his clothes off and fuck her, any voyeurs be damned.
But no, he pulled away. It took him but a second to readjust her top and help her put on her shoes, tugging her skirt down to its proper length.
A tendril of fear curled around her. Would this be like last time?Oops, I tripped and started grinding into your pussy,she thought with some bitterness.So sorry. Let’s erase this from our collective memories.
But when she forced herself to confront him and search his face, there was no shame or regret, only the same light that had been there before, mixed with a heavy dose of arousal. “The crowd in the front is growing,” he whispered, gesturing to the north end of the alley. “We need to move.”
He was right, judging from the noise, and it was a sign of how badly she had wanted him between her legs that she hadn’t realized that herself.
She took his outstretched arm as he started to lead her in the opposite direction. They only went a few steps before he stopped and looked at her shoes. “Your heels are too loud.” He knelt and quickly unlaced his boots. “Wear my shoes.”
Oh, Jesus. There was a strange, undefined melting sensation going on in her chest. “I don’t think yours will fit me,” she managed. “I’ll be even louder, clomping around.”
A frown came and went on his face. “Okay. Here.” He pulled his socks off, somehow balancing to keep his bare feet from touching the ground, and put his shoes back on. He knelt again and tapped her knee.
Confused, she lifted her feet for him to slip the socks over her heels, creating rather large cotton booties. He rolled the sock down, tucking it in behind her heel to keep the material from slipping.
“There.” He glanced up from underneath his lashes and grinned. “That should help.”
She examined the odd footwear. “I really hope the photographers don’t see me now,” she said dryly, struggling to hide her emotions behind sass. “This would be hell to explain when I land on the worst-dressed list.”
He surged to his feet and took her arm again. “You’ll start a trend.”
“Did you see that guy’s face when we drove right past him?”
Akira chuckled, thinking of the paparazzo who had scrambled for his camera when he caught sight of her sitting in the passenger seat of Jacob’s car. Luckily, it had taken him too long to start his car. Akira hadn’t been keen on a car chase.
Jacob coasted to a stop in front of her house. “There’s no reporters here, at least.”
“No.” She shrugged. “They don’t usually come up here. Hedges are too big, and the more famous neighbors get cranky.”
“Maybe this thing with your dad will blow over by tomorrow.”
She quieted. In all the excitement, she had forgotten about her father and the headlines he had caused, simply because he was an attention whore. The TMZ headlines flashed across her mind. She didn’t want to know what other sources were saying. She gave a harsh laugh. “Yeah. Maybe.”
“If not, I can drive you to work tomorrow, if you want. I worked out about two more ways into and out of your building on the way home.”
Yeah, he really had enjoyed himself tonight. She suppressed her smile. “I’m guessing I’d have to wear a catsuit?”
“No. Well. You could wear a catsuit, but— Actually, yes, yes, it is vitally important you wear a catsuit.”
She chuckled, cutting herself off when she caught his odd look. “What?”
“Nothing. I’ve, uh, never heard you genuinely laugh, is all.”
“Never?”
His gaze darkened. The streetlamp glinted over his hair as he shook his head. “After I… In your office, on the floor. After…you laughed. But not like this.”
After she had come. When she’d been breathless and satisfied at finally getting what she’d wanted for so many years. The brief moment of joy he’d quickly crushed.
“Well.” She studied her hands. “Anyway, I don’t need a ride in. I have a driver. I’ll have to retrieve my car anyway.” She used the worddriverdeliberately, an attempt to distance them, but he only nodded, his gaze far away.
“I’ll see you tomorrow night, then.” He leaned in and kissed her.
Not on the lips. On the cheek. His lips glanced over her skin, a dry kiss somehow far more intimate than another man’s tongue inside her.
Her hand wrapped around the car door handle, the cold metal chilling her. “I can’t see you again.”
