Page 144 of Along Came Amor
“I can’t believe you gave my mom a lap dance and not me,” she said when she came up for air. Her voice carried a breathless, pouting tone, and he chuckled against the sensitive skin below her ear.
“You don’t want anyone to know about us.” He dragged his lips down her neck, sucking and biting. Not hard enough to leave a mark, although the thought did occur to him.
“I know, but...” It came out like a whine.
“Trust me, Ava.” His voice was husky as he pulled the neck of her dress aside to taste her. “If I’d given you a lap dance,everyonewould know how I feel about you. I wouldn’t have been able to hide it.”
The hand pressed to his chest trailed downward, her fingers tracing each shirt button, his belt buckle, and lower. Her nails scraped lightly over the bulge in his slacks, eliciting an intense wave of desire that made him shudder.
“You mean this?” The words were nearly a purr as she cupped him, molding the fabric over his thickening length.
He caught her chin and angled her head so he could search her eyes. “What are we doing, Ava? Are we going to fuck in this bathroom?” It came out rough, propelled by his quickening pulse.
“I was imagining it,” she admitted, her tone almost shy even as she continued to fondle him through his pants. “While I was watching you on stage. I was picturing us just like this...”
“Like this, huh?” There were things they had to talk about, important things that were on the tip of his tongue, but it had been weeks since he’d seen her, and even longer since he’d touched her intimately.
Fuck it. Everything else could wait. He needed to make her come, needed to feel her warmth and hear her gasps of pleasure.
“Or maybe like this?” He skimmed his hands along her thighs, pushing the short dress up her luscious hips. One thumb slid toward her heat and he was hit with a jolt of lust when he found her completely bare.
And soaked.
He glanced down at his fingers, slick with her arousal. “Look at you, all wet and ready for me.”
“I missed you.” There was more than lust in her tone, something deep and complex that had his heart stuttering in his chest. Reading her emotions was like teasing out the flavor notes in an exquisitely aged rum, more of an art than a science, but one that became second nature with time.
But he wouldn’t push her on it now. Instead, he kissed her, slow and thorough, while he plied her sensitive flesh. She clung to his shoulders and whimpered into his mouth, her hips rocking in a rhythm known only to the two of them.
His dick was so hard he thought it was going to burst through his pants, but this was for her, and as much as he wanted to, he wasn’t going to fuck her standing up during another wedding event.
There would be time later to lay her out and cherish her the way she deserved. Or to let her take the reins.
After all, he was aiming for forever.
Soon, her kisses became bruising. Taking that as his cue, Roman sped up his ministrations, dipping his fingers into her wet heat just enough to tease before focusing his attention back on her clit. His other arm wound around her waist, holding her up.
Ava came with a sharp gasp, throwing her head back. Roman plunged a finger into her channel, grunting when she clenched around him in rhythmic pulses. It was a dim echo of how she felt coming around his dick, but still enough to have him nearly spilling in his pants.
When she sagged against him, he slipped his hand from between her legs and held her close.
“I missed you too,” he whispered into her ear, and her arms tightened around his neck.
They stayed like that, just hugging, until the squeak of another stall door broke into the haze that had surrounded him since Ava had walked into the club.
Reality came crashing back, and Roman heaved a deep sigh. A bathroom stall wasn’t the place for important conversations.
“Sorry,” Ava whispered, drawing back once they heard the person use the sink and leave. Her hand drifted to his pants again. “Do you want me to—”
He shook his head, cutting her off. “No, mi amor. It’s not that.” God, she thought he was sighing because he hadn’t gotten his rocks off. It made him want to show her again how much giving her pleasure brought him pleasure too.
“I just wish we were alone, so we could catch up properly,” he said. “We have a lot to talk about.”
She pulled her skirt back down. “Maybe at the hotel?” she said softly. “I could sneak over to your room—”
“Ava.” He pitched his voice low, aware that someone else might enter the bathroom area at any moment. “I’m tired of sneaking around.”
She froze, a wary look entering her eyes, and he forged on before she could misunderstand.
