Page 75 of The Great Dating Fake Off
When I pull away, her neck is damp and shiny from me. I wish this room was private and locked down. I’d make her damp everywhere with my tongue. “Leaving now?”
Her head tips back and her eyes close. “Uh-huh.”
I kiss a path across her collarbone, lower over the swell of her tits.
“Just a peek.” I nudge both her romper straps over her shoulders, tugging down until her fancy bra is on display. She’s a perfect handful, and I’ve got big hands.
I lower as if to take one in my mouth, stopping just shy of where her nipple presses against lace. My gaze flicks up to meet hers. “Can’t ruin your pretty bra, can I? You probably wouldn’t appreciate me ripping it off.”
Her chest heaves harder, and she lets out a sound that suggests she might want it torn, after all.
I give the top of her exposed cleavage a teasing lick and kiss on each side. It takes everything in me not to play more, strip her of this bra and suck her until she can’t stand it.
She dusts her hand over my abs, moving lower until she reaches the outline of my cock. Her palm rubs against my jeans.I groan her name into her mouth, plundering her with my tongue as she keeps contact with me any way she can, her hips lifting off the table and her hands inside my shirt scratching and grabbing.
I guide her backward with a hand to her chest until her elbows hit the table. I haven’t even touched her and she lets out a breathy moan as if I’ve thrust two fingers inside her. She’s hurting for it as much as I am and all I want to do is give it to her. I want to make her forget that her first instinct when I told her I dream about her was to question it.
Her hooded stare is incendiary. “The underwear matches the bra, in case you were curious.”
I tip my head back to gather myself, though the gathering is brief because I can’t keep my eyes off of her for more than three seconds.
I slide her romper aside. Big fucking mistake. She’s barely covered by the red lace.
“You are so fucking tempting,” I grind out. “Tell me to stop before I get us caught.”
Her voice is shot and her pupils are blown. “Kiss me. Touch me. Something, quick.”
I move my mouth an inch from hers. “You want it quick?” I drag her ass all the way to the very edge of the pool table in a rough jerk and spread her wider.
She gasps. “Please.”
My knees bite the hard floor as I drop down. I press my thumbs into the groove at the inner apex of her thighs. Her hips lift as she pants. I drag my lips up the insides of her thighs. The light over the pool table makes her look like she’s on display for me.
Nudging the lace aside with my fingers, I pause to appreciate how she looks in the low light—perfect, wet, and ready to be worshipped. She whimpers as I trace her soaked entrance with one finger, applying pressure without sliding inside. This is not the time or place to tease her when every second could be our last, but her stuttering breaths are turning me into an animal. “If I’d taken you on a proper first date, would you have spread your legs for me that night? Or would you have made me wait?”
“This.” The word is a moan on her lips. “I would’ve wanted this.”
I drive two fingers inside as I drag my tongue over her clit. She cries out full volume, discretion forgotten. If she wants it quick and risky, she can have it.
Nora can have whatever she wants, and I will be the one to give it to her.
Chapter Twenty-One
Nora
My heart pounds as Sebastian works me over with delicious, relentless pressure. I’m so close I’m frozen, my muscles wound tighter than a spool of thread.
“Fuck.” Sebastian jumps to his feet, lunges for my waist, and flips me in one clean jerk so I’m bent over the table. He grabs a pool cue and positions me like a marionette, bracing me from behind as if teaching me how to hold it.
His chest presses into my back as the door across the game room opens. Somehow Sebastian heard whoever was coming just in time.
His breathing is loud in my ear. “Fix your clothes. We have to go.”
Hand shaking, I reach down and slide everything into place between my legs. My thong against my throbbing clit is almost too much.
I exhale sharply, regaining my sensibilities.
He hovers close to my ear. “Ready?”
