Page 61 of Wild Pitch
My eyes darted to his, and Luc’s playful expression turned molten; my head nodded in agreement. He did.
“How wet are you for me?”
“Very wet.”
“Oh, come on. You can do better than that.”
“Soaking wet,” I whispered.
Luc’s fingers found my slick folds, and he continued to talk to me, seeming unbothered by anything.
“Keep your face neutral, baby girl. Make any sound, and we have to stop, got it?” As if to illustrate his point, Luc stopped moving his fingers.
“Yes. Please, sir, don’t stop.”
A quick glance around assured me that his hand was well-hidden. My reaction would be the only thing that would give us away.
His finger slowly circled my clit as he stared impassively at the front of the restaurant.
“Do you think about me when you do this to yourself?”
I took a long breath, trying not to let my voice crack as I responded.
“It doesn’t work by myself.”
“Still?” His eyes found mine just as his finger picked up the pace.
I shook my head and grimaced in frustration.
Luc removed his fingers and quickly motioned for the check.
Stunned, I stared at him. “What was that?”
“It’s time to go home. We’ve got work to do.”
Luc paid the bill in record time and ushered me towards the exit. I waited until he was on the road to speak.
“What is it we have to work on?”
He ignored my question.
“You’ll have to trust me, won’t you?”
CHAPTER 28
LUC
The parking spot in front of my place was available when we returned. While I enjoyed being in control, I had no patience in hunting for a parking spot in Boston. I doubted I would ever get used to it.
The brief taste of Kylie that I had cleaned off my fingers almost got me to break my role and take her against the wall the second I opened my front door. This woman tested me in every way.
“Upstairs now. Clothes off and wait for me.”
I pushed my carry-on toward the laundry room, stalked into the kitchen, and grabbed two glasses of water. Kylie’s lack of movement caused me to look back at her.
“Yes?”
“Where should I wait for you?”
