She rose onto her toes and tilted her hips forward, sinking one hand into his hair and gripping his shoulder with the other.
He undid her jeans, slid his hand down to slip inside her panties.
That moan? As he wiggled his hand down to cup her pussy?
He wanted to memorize that sound.
Wanton. Perfect.
His.
Her head tipped back and her breath gusted from her lungs. “Sigh, oh my, holy… Sigh!”
He slipped a finger into her heat, her soft walls clutching him, drenching his finger with her arousal.
Cupping the back of her head, he kissed her. “Come for me, Juliette.”
She dug her teeth into her bottom lip and tilted her hips again. He moved his finger out and pushed it in again, then added a second finger. She was soaking wet, and he was in heaven.
He nipped along her throat. “You want more?”
“Yes,” she hissed, grabbing his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
Pressing his thumb to her clit, he rubbed the tight bud and licked her throat, sucking on her neck and wishing he could strip her and feast on her. He wanted to taste her, wanted her to come on his tongue and then writhe on his cock while he gave her one orgasm after the other.
She whimpered, pressing her head to his shoulder.
And then she jerked in his hold and her nails scraped down his sleeves as she pressed her head back against the post and cried out his name.
His name.
Hell yes.
He pressed his fingers deep into her core and kept his thumb tight on her clit, kissing her as her climax soared through her.
Then he slipped his fingers from her and licked her sweet honey from them. Her eyes were bright and she stared at him as he let out a growl of approval.
“Mine,” he said, then leaned down to kiss her again.
“Sigh! We’ve got a big party that walked in, I need you in the kitchen,” Dare called, only opening the back door a little to give them privacy.
He swore under his breath. “I’ll be right there.”
Damn it.
She shivered in his arms. He kissed her. “Come on inside,” he said. “We can talk while I work.”
“Um, sure,” she said.
He stared at her for a long moment. Did she sound unsure?
“You okay?” he asked.
She smiled at him, seeming suddenly shy. “Yes.”
He led her back into the building. When they reached the kitchen, she said, “I need to grab my keys, I left them on the table.”
“Sure, baby.” He watched her walk through the swinging door and then hurried to the grill. Tickets were piling up, and Marco was manning both the grill and fryer.
