If I was supposed to answer, I was screwed. For the life of me, I couldn’t remember how to speak, my brain processing that sexy lilt that accompanied his words and the warmth of his breath as it fanned my skin.
I turned to face him so that our cheeks were nearly touching. Something about him made me want to be bad, to do things I normally wouldn’t. Unfortunately, seduction wasn’t exactly my forte, so once I was facing him, once I’d brought our mouths dangerously close together, I lost my nerve.
Kieran’s thumb brushed along my jaw, and I shuddered from the warmth of his touch.
“You’re so sweet,” he muttered, his breath fanning my cheek. “I like the sweet girls most.”
“Why?” I asked, not sure if I wanted to know.
“Because they’re fun to get dirty.”
“How do you know I’m not dirty already?”
Kieran pulled back a fraction, enough that he could meet my gaze. He had a devilish smirk on his mouth as he used his thumb to turn my chin.
He jerked his chin in the direction he was turning my head. “See those two over there?”
I searched the dimly lit space across the way. It took a moment, but then I found them. On the other side of the area above the dance floor were a man and a woman sitting in a booth similar to the one we were in, except their table was one of the tall ones.
“She’s dirty,” Kieran whispered. “The way she’s letting him finger her pussy when she thinks no one can see them.”
I inhaled sharply at his vulgar description, my gaze dropping in an attempt to see beneath the table, although I didn’t want to. The heat that coursed through me felt tangible, as though someone had turned on the furnace in my blood.
“How do you know that’s what he’s doing?” I asked when I couldn’t see anything.
“The way her mouth opens into that perfect O shape while she’s rocking her hips forward and back,” he crooned. “She’s riding his hand, bringing herself to orgasm.”
I whimpered this time, his words igniting sparks along my nerve endings.
It was vulgar and crass and nothing like what I ever imagined, but I wanted him to keep talking, to tell me the raunchy things that man was doing to the woman in explicit detail. I couldn’t explain why it turned me on the way it did, but here I was, my pussy throbbing from the emptiness. Not that I was surprised by my body’s reaction. No sooner was I out on my own, out from under my stepmother’s thumb, than I learned new things about myself—one of them being that I was an extremely sexual woman. While I hadn’t actually had sex yet, I had gotten intimately acquainted with my vibrator, and I even had a subscription to a porn site.
I wasn’t ashamed of it either.
Then again, I didn’t go sharing that information with anyone.
“Would you do that, sweet girl? Would you let a man finger your tight little pussy in a public place?”
My first instinct was to say no because girls like me were supposed to say no. Girls like me weren’t supposed to enjoy the idea of others watching while they were pleasured by a man. I was a good girl with my perfect manners and my virginity intact.
“Answer me,” Kieran said gruffly, his breath warm against my neck.
“Yes.”
Clearly, I’d surprised him because he pulled back, those steel-blue eyes locking with mine as though he was attempting to figure me out by searching my soul.
Like I said, I wasn’t ashamed of who I was, and after having been denied being my own person growing up, I had decided I would no longer hide from my desires.
“Is that right?”
“If the right man came along,” I added.
His Adam’s apple bobbed slowly, his gaze sliding over my face briefly before his fingertip pressed against my chin as he turned my head again. This time he brought it so that our mouths were once again almost touching.
“What about those two?” he whispered. “Behind me.”
I looked over his shoulder, but I only saw a man sitting in one of the booths at the top. His elbows were resting on the tall table, a glass clutched between his palms.
“I don’t see anyone.”
