Page 35 of Aftershock
This is bad, letting him hold me like this in the middle of the cafeteria.
It’s also so, so good.
“Me, what?” I breathe.
“You listen. Carefully.” The last inch of distance between us is gone. With my back flush against Alaric’s front, I feel his cock throbbing against me. And though I’ve never been with a man, it feels big. Terrifyingly so. “Either you take a break and follow me out of here…”
“Or?” I squeak when his fingers press deeper into my flesh.
“Or I’ll bend you over this table.” A subtle roll of his hips tells me he means the one right in front of me. “Then I’ll pull your jeans down and make you come all over my fingers.” He nips at my earlobe, and I could die from how hot it is. “Then everyone in the cafeteria will hear you screaming my name.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“I’d dare, all right.”
“With your coworkers watching?” I whisper. “I don’t think so.”
“You can test me.” His voice and touch are possessive. “Or we can walk out of here together. Either way, in the next thirty minutes, I’ll get at least one of your secrets.”
“I told you, you’d have to go first.”
“Wrong.” His fingers slip under my apron, closer to my skin. His heat seeps through, and oh my God. “You’ll be the one who gives in first.”
“W-what are you talking about?”
“See…” He grazes his lips along the slope of my neck. “The way your cheeks are flushed, and your pulse is pounding, I know you’re wet. I’m guessing your panties are soaked through.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
He lets out a huff of a laugh, basically calling me a liar.
Which I am.
“What I don’t know is what you taste like. And I want to. More than anything at this point.”
My lungs seize. Heart pounding harder.
This can’t be real. I’ve been struggling my entire life. Good things don’t just fall into my lap.
The universe has to be playing a prank on me. A cruel one.
Any second now, Alaric is going to tell me I’m a gullible fool.
Right?
Right?
As if sensing the panic rising in me, Alaric’s lips move an inch lower. He doesn’t kiss, suck, or lick the sensitive spotat the base of my neck. My toes curl anyway. From his proximity. His attentiveness. His warmth.
He’s not going anywhere.
“And you, you’re going to be a good girl and let me have it. That secret.” His hands reach forward, prying the spray first, then the rag from my death grip. “Look at you, shaking with how much you want it. Come with me.”
“Let’s say I do.” I bite the inside of my cheek to hold back the moan climbing up my throat. “Where are we going?”
“Where no one can see you falling apart for me.” Those long, elegant fingers are all I can look at when he sets my things on the table. The veins on his hands are just as addictive. As arousing. “Say. Yes.”
“Lil.” Hope’s voice means she’s nearby. Ten feet away, at most. “Everything okay?”
