Page 30 of Aim Assist

But right now? It feels sexy. Sinful. Amazing.

When his fingers slide my panties to the side and brush against the velvety soft skin there, wet and ready for all the adventure, I buck my hips forward, trying to get a firmer touch.

But his fingers skitter out of reach in a delicious tease.

Damn it.

"Shh, angel. They'll hear you."

Shit, I'm whining. I press my lips together until they ache, determined to stay silent as he toys with me.

And I break that vow a second later when his finger swoops back in, gliding right over the places I want him to linger.

The man's got me like putty in his hand, and he's playing with me.

I'm so out of my league, it isn't even funny. And all we've done is exchange a little heavy petting.

Wait, no. There's been no exchange. It's been pretty one-sided, and I'm splayed across his lap, legs open, in the middle of a fucking crowded bar.

I've lost my ever-loving mind.

"We should get out of here," Liam murmurs, his breath hot against my ear.

He's right, but his fingers are right there, tapping and rubbing right at the entrance, driving me mad as my hips quiver.

I need his fingers deep inside, and he's not fucking delivering.

There's nothing more important than that right now. So I shake my head like a fucking brat, thinking only of his fingers teasing me beneath my skirt. "Don't wanna."

Someone can see everything he's doing, but they'd have to duck under the table to do so—I hope.

He chuckles, low and dark, and it does all kinds of naughty things to my insides, making me squirm. "Calm down, baby girl. Our server's coming over."

That, at least, is a bucket of cold water.

My head whips up and I squeak when I realize he's right. The perky blonde who'd taken our drink order earlier is headed straight for our table, a friendly smile on her face.

Liam's hand disappears from between my legs, tugging my skirt down, and I nearly whimper at the loss. How am I supposed to function like this? I'm so wound up I can't think straight.

"Hi there!" the server chirps as she reaches us. "How are we doing? Can I get you two anything else?"

Her eyes are a little too blatantly friendly at Liam, and I want to claw them out of her face.

Down, Amy. Down. You're a normal girl with normal morals. You don't go around hurting people.

Seriously, I've never been in a fight. Ever. I'm pretty sure I'd lose to a mouse. But at least I'd shit-talk it as it walked away in victory.

"Just the check, please," Liam says smoothly.

"Sure thing!" She bustles off again, and I slump back against Liam's chest.

"You're evil," I inform him, with all the salty demeanor of a woman unsatisfied.

"And you're insatiable." He nips at my earlobe, making me shiver. "I like that."

"Yeah?" I can't help arching into him a little. "What else do you like?"

"Fishing for compliments?" His hands skim up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts through my dress. I bite my lip hard. "I like how responsive you are. How much you want me. I've hardly touched you and you're already shaking for it."

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