She bites the corner of her lips, clearly thinking. “Why do you think I wore a dress?”
“Because I told you to.”
She laughs. “Because I want the same thing.”
“Fine. That’s a better answer.” I run a hand down her hip, tracing her curves as I sit and she takes the spot next to me. But that won’t do. “Get on me, Isla. Now.”
Her eyes flicker with excitement. “Yes, sir.”
She scrambles, climbing onto my lap, her booted feet on either side of me. She sinks down, and lets out an appreciative purr when she feels my hard-on through my jeans. “Is this a dating gift…for me?”
I grab her face, drag her close. “Yes. Unwrap it, Isla. Right here on the train.”
She gasps, and I can hear the excitement in the sound. The wicked thrill she seems to get from these kinds of risqué encounters.
But she’s cautious too. She swings her gaze behind us, then peers all around, before dropping another kiss to my mouth.
This one is fiery, full of heat, and comes with the busy accompaniment of her hands. In no time, she’s tugging on my shirt, fiddling with the button on my jeans, then unzipping them.
A bolt of lust slams into me.
Did I book a private train forthis? No, I booked it for her. But I’d be lying if I didn’t think she’d like being all alone in a public place together.
And from the looks of it, I read her right. In seconds, she’s got my jeans undone, all while she’s still kissing me in a greedy, messy way that says my woman is ravenous.
So am I.
But I don’t want to assume. I cover her hands with mine, slow her pace for a second, and wrench back even though there’s hardly any room to move.
“You want this, sweetheart?”
She furrows her brow, then deadpans, “Was that…not clear?”
I chuckle, then say, “Just making sure.”
She rises and hikes up the skirt of her dress to mid-thigh, giving me a peek of white lace panties that look…soaked. “Is it clear now?”
A groan works its way up my chest. “Fuck yes.”
Out the window, I catch the outline of the snowy peaks. The flicker of the flashing gold lights. In here, I indulge in the view mere inches from me. Isla, straddlingme on the train for two as it curves up a snowy hill a week before Christmas.
She glances behind her again, then a naughty smile twists her lips. “Then fuck me, Rowan. It’s the only way this date can get any better.”
Well, then.
I fish around in my jeans pocket for a condom, since yes, I came prepared. She busies herself with removing her panties from one leg, and my breath stutters.
The sight of her pussy, pretty and pink and glistening, knocks some brain cells loose. “You’re gorgeous,” I say, but it feels like that’s hardly enough. “You’re so fucking sexy, it drives me crazy. You’re so goddamn pretty, I can’t stand it. It’s infuriating how much I’ve wanted you for so long.”
And I guess I had more to say.
With heat in her eyes, she leans closer, her lips a taunt. “Then take me, Rowan. Take me now.”
I open the condom wrapper as she pushes my jeans over my ass, and I help her along.
She shoves my boxer briefs down next, laughing when she catches sight of them. “Black, of course.”
But her laughter stops when she frees my cock. Her lips part, then she rolls them together as she wraps an eager hand around my hard dick.
