Page 24 of Not Your Average Vixen
He pressed a kiss to her temple. “Bridget, you sexy as hell vixen, I’m going to make you come, right here, right now, right in the middle of this restaurant.”
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Soren
He couldn’t tear his gaze from his dinner companion as her sweet sighs got him rock-hard.
Who the hell was this woman—this alluring vixen?
Just as his plane landed in Denver, he’d received a text from Janine. Newsflash: the city was shut down thanks to a snowstorm. She’d reserved a room for him for the night—a godsend because he needed to work out the maddening buzz rushing through his body. The realization that there was a decent chance his relationship with the Abbotts was about to change had left him off-kilter—an unwelcome emotion that could only be numbed by sex.
Raw animal fucking.
And then, he caught a glimpse of the petite brunette, and he had to have her.
She was on the phone, engrossed in a conversation, which allowed him ample time to drink her in. Stunningly beautiful with long, chocolate brown hair, the light brought out hints of red and chestnut. He didn’t usually notice bullshit things like this about anyone. But he couldn’t get enough. Her smile. The way she nibbled at her lip—a nervous habit, but with her, it was endearing, even sweet.
He did not do sweet…or maybe he did?
When the jackass seated next to her began eyeing her, his inner caveman nearly had him flying across the bar to knock the guy into next week. Thank Christ, he was able to keep his cool. In reality, the jerk had actually done him a favor. The salsa slurper’s pathetic attempt at hitting on his hotel bar beauty had sent her right into his arms. And now, his hand was inside her panties.
Not bad progress—not by a long shot.
He stroked her slick center as her soft moans fed his deepening desire, and her intoxicating cinnamon vanilla scent had his head spinning. He could eat her for dessert. And he would. He would feast on this woman. Her hand slid up his thigh and rested near his rock-hard cock as he slipped his finger deep inside her wet heat and cupped her sex. Her nails dug into his leg, clutching him as his body ached for her touch.
But they’d get to that later. Now, he was doing something he’d never done before. While no woman had ever complained after jumping in the sack with him, he’d never put another’s pleasure above his own until now.
Until her.
He set a steady pace and worked her with the palm of his hand. Her legs parted another inch, opening for him, welcoming his touch, and he reveled in carnal victory as she bucked her hips against his firm grip. Her chest heaved as she rode his hand, swaying to the rhythm of their covert erotic escapades. He wanted to pull her onto his lap and make her come while her ass rubbed against his cock. His mind raced with all the ways he could please her, desperate to explore every inch of her body.
The breath hitched in her throat, and she stared up at him—all innocent eyes and trembling lips. Trapped between this world and the next, she teetered on the edge of release, her eyes burning with desire.
There was no other word to describe her other than to admit that she was absolutely magnificent.
She was heartbreakingly beautiful, and something deep within him knew that she wasn’t the kind of girl who got off in restaurants with strangers. She wasn’t the Cindy Callahan type—the type who, like him, took what they wanted without remorse.
But whoever she was, tonight, she wanted to play the vixen, and he wasn’t about to deny her the experience.
Did she crave the escape as much as he did? Did she long to be tangled in a stranger’s heated embrace, all sweaty limbs and quivering bodies, ripe with lust and raw with need?
“Yes!” she moaned, surrendering to his touch, the word going straight to his cock.
He needed to get some damn control over himself, or he’d lose it right alongside her.
“Easy,” he whispered against the shell of her ear. “You don’t want anyone to know what we’re doing, do you?”
“Whatarewe doing?” she asked on a tight breath.
Her brown eyes blazed with lust and something else, something more profound—a yearning he knew all too well. He couldn’t look away from this beauty. He wanted to explore the graceful curve of her neck with his tongue and catalog every freckle on her ivory skin with his kisses. Even in the dim light, he could see the pink flush to her cheeks, like rose petals scattered across fresh, fallen snow.
He lowered his voice. “Did you forget? I’m making you come.”
He slipped another finger inside her, determined to make good on his claim. Already, he felt a kinship with her body. She was close to meeting her release. Her grip on his thigh tightened as her sweet center clenched his fingers. It would be goddamn amazing to slide his cock into her tight, wet heat. To lay her down on his bed and cover her petite frame with his large, muscled body as he filled her to the hilt with his hard length. But he couldn’t deny how much he liked watching as he owned her pleasure. He pressed his thumb against her sensitive bud, and her eyes fluttered open. Suspended in that moment, he held her, body and soul, as she spiraled over the edge. Her orgasm tore through her, and she dug her nails into his leg—the sweet bite of pain a delicious reward.
He could spend the rest of his life making this woman come, and it would be time well spent.
Then the restaurant disappeared. The hushed conversations and pockets of laughter vanished. The buzz of waiters and busboys disintegrated into thin air. His entire world consisted of two things: this woman and the overwhelming desire to give her pleasure.
