Page 185 of Things We Hide from the Light
She blinked twice, then shook her head. The smile she shot the waiter was not her usual man-eater. “Uh, I’d like a piece of the hazelnut cheesecake. To go.”
“And for you, sir?” he asked me.
I used my index and middle fingers to squeeze the lips of her sex together through her thong.
“Just the check.”
With a nod, he disappeared and Lina fisted her hands on the tablecloth.
“Open your legs.” My command was a harsh whisper.
She didn’t hesitate before spreading her thighs.
“Wider,” I commanded. “I want to see.”
She obeyed, sliding her ass to the edge of the cushion, giving me the permission and freedom to play. My cock was rock-hard and begging to be let out.
Red. Her thong was bad-girl red. I slid my fingers under the band that covered her sex.
“Nash,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
I loved the way she said my name when she needed me.
“Think you can play your bad-girl games in a fancy restaurant and I won’t call you out?”
“Well…yeah,” she admitted on a shaky laugh. Under the table, she bucked her hips forward, begging for more pressure.
I wanted to bend her over this table and shove her dress up to her waist.
I circled her slick little bud with the pads of my fingers. “If I take the edge off for you right here, right now, promise me—”
“Anything,” she whimpered, writhing against my hand.
God, I loved the sound of her surrender. It made my dick ache.
I leaned even closer so her breast was plastered against my arm, my lips brushing her ear. “Promise me you’ll still take me as deep as I can get when we get home.”
“Yes,” she hissed instantly. Then she smiled wickedly. “If you can make me come before my dessert gets here, I’ll be sure to return the favor.”
Challenge accepted.
“Spread as wide as you can, Angel.”
She hooked her knee over my thigh to accomplish it, but once she was splayed open, I drove two fingers into her slick, wet channel.
Her low moan made my cock twitch painfully. So I added a third finger.
“Oh Jesus,” she groaned.
“Don’t ride it,” I warned, brushing what looked like an innocent kiss to her shoulder. “Stay still or everyone in this restaurant will know what’s happening under this table.”
She bit her lip and stopped moving.
“That’s my girl,” I whispered and then brushed my thumb over her clit.
“Oh God,” she whimpered.
The telltale quivers that teased my fingers told me everything I needed to know. “You’re ready to come already. Aren’t you, Angelina?”
