Holy—My eyes fluttered closed,the sensation electrifying.
A pleased smirk ticked the corner of his lips up.
“Let’s test the theory, shall we?” His voice was silk, laced with sin.
Lifting me up, he spun me around, placing my rear end on the seat. With a provocative grin, he slid his broad body under the table, disappearing.
I could feel him shifting around below. He moved the table forward so my legs were underneath the plum cloth. He bunched the velvety fabric up around my waist like a blanket.
“What the hell are you doing?” I giggled, trying to blindly kick him.
A gentle hand effortlessly caught my foot. My legs slid open a fraction wider. A warm palm slid up my ankle.
Oh.
Oh . . .
My lungs threatened to collapse then and there.
The tablecloth shifted, bobbing between my open legs, his head still hidden underneath.
The short scruff of his beard scratched up my inner thigh in teasing strokes. I could practically feel the biggest smile on his ridiculously hunky face. He briefly adjusted the cloth up, peeking at me from an unholy angle, fiendishly grinning. Then disappeared again.
Hands gripped the back of my knees, scooting me a few inches forward. My body casually leaned back. Each one of my legs hooked up over his shoulders, my thighs like his own personal neck pillows.
My heart was thundering so hard, I could hear its primal rhythm inside my ears, gushing.
“Fin—” I wasn’t sure if it was a question, or a plea.
His only response, a quiet sinful laugh, full of dark promises.
“Don’t worry. If this test fails, I’ve got a few other ideas,” he said, voice gruff.
Finley was going to undo me right then and there.
My heart palpitated in unison to the beat of the song in the distance. People’s drunken laughter echoed as they packed around the bar from afar.
We were nuzzled away in the back, but the booth wasn’t quite hidden enough to ease my nervousness—someone could still see.
Would they do anything? Would they even?—
The world dissolved around me. Thoughts combusted as Finley’s soft lips planted kisses up my inner thigh. One. At. A. Time. Strong fingers pulled my underwear aside with practiced ease.And then?—
Fuuuucccckkk. . .
His mouth found my most sensitive part. All of my worries melted away.
My skin radiated with rapture. Ecstasy swam through my veins, burrowing in the pit of my abdomen.
Each teasing flick of his tongue, each firm press of his lips—sent a shockwave through my soul. He was going to wring me out.
That devilish tongue worked in deliberate swirls, slowing exactly when he knew I was grazing that edge, only to build the tension back up again.
He knew damn well what he was doing. He was enjoying this beautiful torture.
“Feckin’ perfection, Carwynn,” he whispered the warm prayer against my thigh.
Then—his fingers slid inside.
