Page 97 of All Tied Down

“You have no idea,” I breathe, my mouth coasting over her jaw and down her neck, “how fucking sexy that was.” My hands coast over her body as she arches into my touch, silently begging me for more.

“Tell me.”

“He’s such an asshole and you just⁠—”

“He doesn’t deserve to talk to you like that,” she manages before my lips are on hers again.

“No one deserves to talk to you like that,” I rasp between kisses.

“I’m not scared of him.”

“I wanted to knock him the fuck out.”

“He’s not worth it.”

“I need to touch you.”

“Yes.”

“Fuck, Em.” Sliding my hand up her thigh, the slit in the dress gives me the access I need. “I love this dress. Jesus, you’re so wet.” The declaration comes out in an approving growl.

My fingers slide over her panties just a couple of times before slipping under the soaked fabric to her aching core.

Her head falls back against the wall as I play her body with an expertise born of studying every whimper and gasp she’s given me over the last several months. I wish I could truly see her face, the way her lips part and her eyelids flutter shut as she comes all over me.

The thought has me rock-hard, my dick straining against the fabric of my pants as she comes on a silent cry, her walls squeezing my fingers as I tease every last bit of her orgasm from her body.

Pressing my forehead to hers, I breathe her in, savoring this moment for all it’s worth before slowly removing my hand from between her legs. I wish we had more time.

More privacy.

I need to get her home.

Her hand reaches for my belt but I grip her wrist, stopping her before she can touch me—before I lose the very last of my restraint.

“I can’t.” My voice sounds pained to my own ears, my eyelids squeezing shut. “Not here.”

“So, it’s okay you had your fingers all up in my—” Bowing my head, I press a hard kiss to her lips, biting the bottom one as I pull away.

“Be nice, Miss Andrews.” The words are ragged and harsh like I got off too. It’s wild how badly I need her—how my body aches for her touch.

“You started this.”

“It was a gratitude orgasm,” I admit, my lips twitching as I meet her gaze in the nearly pitch-black room.

“How do you know I actually came?” she fires back and I chuckle before sucking the two fingers that had been inside her into my mouth, her eyes widening as she watches.

“There’s no question.”

“Wow, that was hot,” she purrs, smoothing down her dress. “Remind me why we rode with Tom and Kat again?”

“Why?”

“Because if we were alone, I’d be putting that privacy window up and sucking your cock all the way back to Ironwood.”

“Be careful, Miss Andrews, or we won’t make it out of this room.”

“That’s really not the threat you think it is.”