“Which is it?” He repeated the question so sexily that I shuddered.
“Both.” My voice was barely audible as I shook my head.
“You said you wanted to talk.” He looked me up and down. “So talk to me.” He reached for the hem of my dress and lifted it slowly. Seeing the tiny strips of fabric that barely covered my mound and didn’t cover my ass at all, he let out a groan deep within his chest cavity. “Or did you wear this so I’d have no choice but to fuck it out of you?” He let go of my dress and met my gaze again.
My stomach fluttered and my heart raced. “Lamar,” I murmured shakily.
Cupping my face with his hands, he parted my lips with his tongue. I wrapped my arms around him as he kissed me hard. When he attempted to pull away, I whimpered and pulled him back into me, holding him tighter. He groaned in response and kissed me deeper.
I slipped my hands under his shirt, and when they skated across his bare skin, he pushed himself firmly against me. I could feel how hard he was, and that only turned me on more.
He trailed kisses from my lips across my cheek and down my neck. “Talk to me, Jazzy.” As he was nibbling on my collarbone, one of his hands worked its way under my dress.
“I want everything to be okay.”
“Why wouldn’t it be okay?” When I didn’t respond quick enough, he ran his fingers against my thighs. “Do you trust me?”
Spreading my legs a little wider, I closed my eyes and nodded. “Mm-hmm.”
He put one hand on my ass while the other skated along my inner thighs. “Look at me.”
Opening my eyes and looking into his, I was overcome with desire.
He traced the panty line before sliding over the scant material. “Say it.”
“I trust you.”
“Now say how you feel.”
My breathing changed as his fingers approached, but when they reached the apex of my thighs, I moaned his name.
“I love how your pussy gets so wet for me,” Lamar whispered as he rubbed me through the damp material. Planting slow, teasing kisses against my lips, he made the sexiest noise from the back of his throat. “When I say you can get anything you want from me”—his mouth hovered over mine—“what do you think I mean?”
“That I can get whatever I want,” I answered quietly.
“I mean that you can getanythingyou want from me,” he said, just as he tore my G-string from my body.
I let out a noise that was part gasp and part moan as the thin strings of material briefly bit into my skin before ripping easily.
My knees were weak.
Angling me against the wall for leverage, he let his fingers make direct contact with me for the first time.
“Lamar,” I moaned loudly.
He moved slightly to my left, and I could clearly feel how hard, how big, and how heavy he was as he pressed against my side. The pull deep inside me was unbearably good as his fingertips slid against me, slowly becoming more focused.
Groaning into my mouth, he allowed our tongues to caress before he pulled away. “I need you to tell me what you want so I can give it to you.”
My breathing became labored as I gave in to his touch.
“Answer me,” he growled, bringing his forehead to mine. His brown eyes flashed with the fire that existed in his touch.
There was no way I was going to be able to think, let alone speak while he touched me like that. My eyes fluttered shut, and I just wanted to succumb to the feeling.
But his fingers stilled. “You said you wanted me to tell people we’re not together.”
My eyes opened slowly, and he was watching me. My gaze dropped, following his tongue as he wet his lips.
