Page 61 of Sinful Secrets

I pick up our plates. “Then let’s go.”

Chapter Thirteen

SAVANNAH

Makingdecisions that will affect the rest of my life can’t be done overnight or on a whim. I need time to think and plan. And overthink and stress. It’s all a part of my process.

He chuckles as if he’s concocting a plan for my future.

Hopefully, he doesn’t go crazy and buy a design studio and claim he did it because he’s an investor in my future business.

I know he means well, but I need to do some things on my own. And preferably without him throwing his money around.

“You still have plenty of time to make those decisions.”

I dab my lips with the cloth napkin. “Good, because one thing I know is that I want to spend all night with you.”

He grabs our plates. “Then let’s go.”

My body hums with electricity and anticipation at what’s to come.

Hopefully me. Multiple times.

I cough to cover up the tiny moan that comes from deep within. Spencer stops for a moment and I run into his back.

I catch myself before I completely lose my balance. “Are you okay? Why’d you stop?”

He turns around, looking like he wants to devour me. “Don’t think I didn’t hear that sexy little moan. I know you are just waiting to burst at the seams. I’ve been rock hard since our phone call.”

I close my eyes for a moment and take a deep breath to keep myself from coming right here, right now. I haven’t been able to come since the phone sex, and believe me, I’ve tried. It was so thrilling and exciting.

Something new and completely unexpected.

Spencer shakes his head before continuing through the restaurant door. He pays for lunch and we say our goodbyes before getting in his car and heading back toward my dorm.

As luck would have it, we hit red light after red light, delaying our gratification.

At the next stoplight, Spencer trails his fingers up my thigh, getting closer and closer to my sweet spot. When the light turns green, he moves his hand down my leg to my knee, where it rests until the next red light.

His feather light touch drives me wild, so I return the favor.

As soon as he moves his hand down to my knee, I reach across the center console and run my fingers up his thigh toward the tent in his shorts.

He growls as his muscles tense. His hand moves off my knee to cover mine, preventing me from getting closer to his erection.

“So you can torture me, but you can’t take when I tease you?”

“It’s easier for you to rebound after an orgasm. I don’t want things to end before they start due to yourteasing.”

I shrug and lift his hand off mine and place it on my upper thigh, at the edge of my shorts. “Well, then, don’t stop teasing me or else my hand will find its way over to you.”

His fingers dip inside my shorts, teasing my thigh as it finds its way to my lace panties.

I silently curse my choice of wearing jean shorts. They don’t have much give to them in this situation, so I unbutton and unzip my shorts before pulling them off to give him better access.

His gaze wanders over the tiny scrap of lace.

“God, you are a temptress.”

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