My thighs clenched at the authority in his voice. He didn’t sound angry, but almost amused.
Hungry.
“Should I stop?” he repeated, pressing into me, my back biting on the cold brick wall. If I’d had any words in my head, they disappeared at the feel of his cock hard on my stomach.
My breath hitched. I shook my head.
Before I could register the feral smile splitting his lips, his hand was on me. Massaging my naked breast. Flesh against flesh.
I gasped.
The tension from the restaurant combusted between us. Igniting like a chain reaction of burning steel wool. Taking one path, then another, turning metal into hot molten fire and sparks.
“Fuck,” he said. “Your cheeks are all red again.”
He twisted my nipple, and I arched into it, pain quickly melting into pleasure as he massaged where he’d just tweaked. And yet his eyes stayed with mine.
“So good.” He pressed his lips to my neck, mouth moving hot on my flesh, words vibrating against my skin, praise settling like wine in my bloodstream as he kneaded my breast.
Fingers came to the hem of my dress, hiking it up past my legs. I grabbed his wrist as his hand slid to my bare ass, nerves seizing my body.
“Um.” I gasped. “I’ve never done this.”
He smiled against my neck. “Had sex with a stranger?”
I mean, almost, but…
“Had sex with anyone but my fiancé. So I might not, I might—I might not be good.”
I hated my insecurity. It was so the antithesis of who I wanted to be. I always groaned at heroines who lacked confidence, and now here I was, lacking confidence.
Calder pulled back and, after an unbearably long minute, said, “I see.”
Calder lightly brushed his thumb across my nipple as he stared at me. Almost absently, like he wasn’t aware he was doing it. I tried not to sink into that feeling. Into the thousands of tiny electric pinpricks.
“It’s over,” I said. “The relationship is over. I’m not cheating.”
Something inscrutable clouded his features. Then before I could think, his head dipped beneath my chin and his lips were on my breast. Still holding me with his palm, he worked the flesh in a rough, bruising grip that matched his kiss.
My phone vibrated.
I ignored it.
Oh my god.
My phone vibrated again, and I mentally cursed whatever asshole felt likenowwas the time to message me, just as his teeth closed around my skin and he bit down, tugging on the soft, fleshy part above my nipple.
My mind dissevered into a billion pieces of glitter.
Thiswas what they meant in novels when the heroine’s legs were weak, when she couldn’t think, when her core ached. Iached. But it was a beautiful ache. A pain that shimmered.
“Please,” I said.
I wasn’t sure what I was asking for, justsomething.
I felt his smile on my breast as he laved his tongue over the bite, and his free hand came between my thighs. Sliding slowly—too fucking slowly. Goose bumps followed the wake of his touch.
I dug my nails into his coat, tugging him closer?—
