My head tips back against his shoulder, baring my throat, giving him more.
“I won’t,” I say simply.
His fingertips stroke along me in a slow caress. His hand is suntanned and rough against the soft skin of my inner thigh. I’ve spent years watching those hands on a guitar and now they’re on me.
“Thought you were a little viper when we first met.”His voice is so low I feel it as much as hear it, a vibration moving through me. “All feisty. Hissing at me.”
His breath is warm and a little uneven. His stubble drags against my skin with every movement and the delicious burn of it is making it very difficult to think about anything at all.
“You were insufferable,” I manage.
“Mm.” His lips curve against my skin. I can feel his smile. “Still am.”
His thumb dips to the inside of my thigh. Back and forth. Unhurried.
“But you’re just a kitten,” he says. “Aren’t you. Those sharp little claws and underneath…” His mouth finds the sensitive spot just below my ear. “Just soft.”
His hand is still caressing my thigh, up and down, each time taking the hem of my dress a little higher.
He’s hard beneath me. I can feel the ridge of his cock pushing against my ass. His fingers dip, now skimming across the inside of my legs. Each pass gets him closer to the apex of my thighs.
I can barely breathe.
“Calling me a kitten,” I whisper. “That’s very condescending.”
If I speak any louder he’ll hear the tremble in my voice, and he might stop what he’s doing.
I might die if he stops.
“Yeah?” His lips drag across my skin again. Still not quite a kiss. Still that maddeningalmost. Warm lips, the rub of his stubble, the heat of his breath. “Should I stopcondescendingto you, darlin’?”
“No,” I breathe.
“Didn’t think so. I think you need a little sweet talk in your life. I think you like it. Should we check?”
His fingers slide up the inside of my thighs. Achingly slow, until he reaches my panties.
Slowly, he traces along the edge of the fabric. Just that thin border of lace, back and forth, while his mouth works against my throat and his other hand spreads warm and possessive against my stomach.
His fingers slip beneath the fabric. Touching my pussy. Sliding along my entrance.
He makes a sound somewhere between a sigh and groan when he discovers how wet I am.
“Oh darlin’,” he murmurs. “Youlovea little sweet talk.”
I bite back a gasp as he slowly circles my clit. My hips jerk forward involuntarily and my teeth come down hard on my lower lip to keep the sound in.
I grip the edge of the piano with both hands. His mouth is still at my throat. His hand is still moving, fingers sliding along my pussy lips, my clit. The keys catch my fingertips and a soft discordant note rings out into the room.
My breath is coming short and shallow.
“Anybody could walk in,” I say weakly.
“They’re all out by the stables now. It’s just you and me.” He trails his mouth down my neck, his stubble adding delicious friction. “You spend all day taking care of everyone else. Let me take care of you.”
I lean back against him, practically whimpering. “Walker…”
“You want this, sweetheart? You want me to take care of you?”
