I gasp as his thumbs graze the underside of my breasts. ‘Maybe.’
He groans, low and gut-deep. ‘You’re by far the cutest and sluttiest friend I’ve ever had.’
‘I hope so. In fact, I don’t want you to have any other slutty friends.’
‘How slutty exactly are we talking?’
I move my hand between my thighs, fist the fabric of my tights and yank. The nylon rips with a loud hiss.
‘Fuck. That’s so fucking hot.’ He lunges forward and crashes his mouth to my neck. ‘But we’re in a public building, Ava.’
‘I rented it, so it’s private for the next…I’d say sixty minutes.’
‘Sixty minutes?’ Two thumbs sweep across my pebbled peaks, sending blazing shockwaves south. ‘You think I can last five with you wriggling on my lap like this?’
He tugs my hips forward, a slow, ruthless roll that sends a line of heat up my spine, and I let out a mewl because my dignity left the building about three minutes ago.
I drive my hips down, greedy for all of him. With a grated noise, he grabs my arse with both hands and welds me against his granite length.
‘Fuck. Feel what you do to me? Weeks of thinking I’d never—’ He cuts himself off.
‘I missed you,’ I whimper, grinding against him. ‘Scottie, I missed you so much.’
‘Let’s see how much. Turn around.’
Scottie doesn’t wait for me to comply. He rotates me on his lap until my back is snug against his pecs, settling me on his chunky thighs.
‘What are you doing?’
His breath skims the sensitive skin on my neck. ‘Showing you what my right hand can do when it’s fully functioning.’
He slips his fingers through the hole in my tights. His touch is searing.
Oh, that’s where this is going.
I spread my legs as wide as possible and hook my heels over the back of the seat in front to give him better access.
He pushes the lace aside and finds me. One broad fingertip slides through my wet heat, and I throw my head back on his shoulder with a broken gasp. My left hand fumbles back and tangles in the short hair at his nape.
‘Fuck,’ he hisses against my ear. ‘I thought I’d lost this. Thought I’d never get to touch you again.’
He pushes a finger inside – rough, deep – and I sob with need.
‘You feel so good. So wet. You did miss me.’
‘Yes! Scottie, please?—’
My hips move in tight circles against his hand, chasing the peak building below my navel, and I’m already floating and I don’t care?—
‘I was so lonely,’ I choke out. ‘Scottie, I was so lonely without you.’
‘I can’t… Fuck, Ava, I can’t stop thinking about being inside you.’ He adds another finger, and the stretch makes me keen.
‘Oh! I’m going to?—’
‘Good.’ His fingers are a solid, pulsing weight inside me. He moves and ramps up the tempo until the tension is an all-encompassing white-hot implosion. ‘I love you. God, Ava, I love you.’
‘Ah! Yes! Make me come. Please… Make me feel it.’
