Page 66 of Be With Me
Every nerve ending lit up. He was like a drug. Toxic, addictive, bad for me, but at the same time, oh so good.
His thumb slipped under the hem of my shirt, grazing the bare skin above my hip. He stroked it, back and forth—each pass sending shivers through me that had nothing to do with the cold.
I pushed my butt against his erection.
That low groan. God, it made my thighs clench.
His hand moved, over my belly, then down into my shorts.
I didn’t stop him.
I welcomed it.
Until it hit me—if he found out how wet I was…
My eyes flew open. “Wait?—”
“Jesus, Mia.”
Too late. His fingers were already dragging over the soaked fabric of my panties, and judging by the way his cock twitched against me, he was pleased.
Shit.He knew. I was so hot for him, and now heknew.
“What’s got you like this?” His tone was pure tease. “Was it when I called you a good girl?” His palm cupped me with firm pressure. “I bet this pussy loves to be praised.”
My cheeks burned. Did it?
“I bet it craves being told how wet and warm and fucking perfect it is.”
Judging by the way I clenched around nothing—yeah, it did.
A whimper clawed up my throat as he dipped inside my panties, sliding lower, teasing my opening before gliding back up to my clit.
I gasped, hands gripping the railing as sparks raced through my body.
He was too good, too skilled. Every stroke was just right. It was like he’d mapped my body before tonight and knew exactly how to break me apart.
A moan slipped past my lips.
“Shhh.” His breath coasted over my ear. “You wouldn’t want your friends to know how good I am at making you come.”
I bit on my tongue, my eyes watering. I was so far gone, not even the risk of being caught could pull me back.
His fingers moved in circles now. Every few of them punctuated with a gentle pinch. I bucked my hips, silently begging for more.
“That’s it.” His voice was pure gravel.
“Oh. Oh God.” I was already unraveling, breaths coming in sharp, needy gasps.
Cool wind tickled against my bare hip as he slid his other hand under my shirt, lifting it a few inches on his way to cup my breast.
He pinched my nipple, rolling it between rough fingers, and the sensation shot straight down to my clit. I writhed against him, pressure coiling tighter and tighter inside me.
“Take it, Mia,” he growled, thrusting two fingers inside. The heel of his palm replaced the rhythm on my clit. “Come all over my hand.”
Thwomp… Shhhh…
He clamped a hand over my mouth just in time.
