Page 133 of Make Me Dream of You

“Sorry!” Macy squeaks. Hand over her eyes she says, “If I could just get a paper towel?—”

“Oh.” I reach over and pull a couple from the dispenser and hold them over to her. “Here.”

She feels around blindly, finally grabbing them and saying, “thank you,” then clattering away, the door banging closed after her.

“I swear I locked the door,” Noah whispers against my neck, another aftershock making him shiver against me.

“I think it’s broken,” I laugh.

“And you knew. Naughty.” He kisses my lips, then my nose, then my forehead as he pulls out of me, the perfect ache left in his place.

While he disposes of the condom I hop down and straighten my dress and wet a paper towel to wipe my face. While I’m fixing my smudged lipstick, he comes up behind me in the mirror. His tattooed hand plays with the strap of my dress before caressing my bare shoulder.

His dark figure behind me, all in black, covered in black ink, bends as he kisses the spot where my shoulder meets my neck.

I try to focus on my reflection, but he’s warm and solid behind me, pressing against my back as he slides his hand around to my stomach. He’s hard again.

“Mine,” he snarls against my neck and keeps kissing me.

I arch back against him, making him groan, his chest vibrating, and suddenly I’m liquid for him again, needy. Greedy for him. He’s all mine.

“We better get back before I bend you over and fuck you again,” he says with an edge to his voice, a breathy desperation that tells me how much he’d like to do that and how much he’s holding back.

I wiggle my ass against his erection, and he chuckles, moving his lips up to my earlobe. He nips it between his teeth. “I’m going to take my time with you later.”

“Can’t wait,” I say, watching him behind me in the mirror, tilting my head to give him better access to my neck as he kisses and sucks.

His arms encircle me, shirtsleeves shoved up to his elbows, fingers digging into my dress. He surrounds me, consumes me, and it’s better than thirteen-year-old little Livvy could have ever dreamed up.

Reluctantly, he takes my hand and leads me out of the bathroom and back to the table.

My panties are soaked under my dress, clinging to my skin. Noah squeezes my hand and looks down at me with a smirk like he knows exactly what he’s still doing to me.

But before we get to the table, it’s clear Spencer and Jake are still deep in an argument. Macy pleads with them to take it outside, looking around in distress, tidying up what looks like another spill. She touches her boyfriend’s arm but he shrugs her hand away with a sneer.

Finally, he and Jake exit the restaurant with Macy and Bex following.

We approach the table cautiously, Wood the only one left, sipping on his third mojito.

“So, how did that all go?” Noah asks quietly.

“Bro, tonight has been amazing. Best night I’ve had in a long time. I’m so glad I came.” Wood leans back in his seat with his signature lopsided grin. “Oh, and the night just got better.”

Our server along with two others arrive with trays full of food. Our head server does a good job of hiding her mild horror at our empty table.

“Will the rest of your party be back shortly?”

“Nah, I don’t think so,” Wood says. “Don’t worry, I’ll take it all.” He pats his flat stomach. “Are you guys going to sit and eat, or should I have your dinners boxed up for later?”

Noah looks at me with a wicked glint in his dark eyes. “I’m not very hungry. What about you?”

I shake my head. Food is the last thing on my mind.

“All right.” Wood waves the server back over. “Go ahead and box everything up except mine, and I’ll take the check and another mojito.”

She says right away, and he gives her a smile and a wink.

“I’m going to have to leave her such a big tip.” He chuckles. “I’ll bring the food home later? To our place?”

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