Page 36 of Tamed By You

Hello, why do I care?

I take my wine glass and drain it; I’m going to need to be drunk to get through tonight.

He chuckles. “They were, but when they throw themselves at you because of your accent that’s never fun. Give me an American girl any day. I like a challenge.”

As the last word left his lips, my body stills as his hand touches my knee and slides under my dress and dangerously close to my panties.

I cough, choking on my wine, spraying it over the table, and then, to really finish it off, I knock my glass flying, wine spilling on the floor between us.

“You okay, babe. Got a little choked up there… here.” He takes a napkin, wiping down the table and then my dress, his hand wandering down into my lap.

“What are you doing?” My eyes dart around the table.

“Just cleaning you up, Ali Cat,” he whispers, “you seem to have got yourself all wet.”

Thankfully no one is looking, and it looks like they believe Harry, is indeed wiping up the wine I just spilled. His hand slides between my legs and my eyes widen at him.

“Are you crazy?” I hiss, not wanting to make a scene. We've caused enough of an issue day.

“Ssshhh, just go with it,” he whispers as he slides my panties to the side and strokes through my folds, finding my clit. He hums softly. “Yep, you’re soaking.”

My hand clamps down on his thigh, and I try to bend slightly making it look like I’m checking the floor for any wine.

“You need to stop... now,” I say through gritted teeth, my eyes wide. I can feel my body heating and I’m about two flicks away from combusting.

“I thought you were fun, Ali Cat. Not scared of falling apart at the table in front of our friends, are we?” And there’s that wickedgrin that makes me want to slap and devour him with my mouth in equal measure, because shit, the man can kiss.

“You wouldn't dar—” My words stop as he pushes a finger inside me and there's no way we can keep this up without someone noticing.

“I’ll stop if you agree to come to my suite tonight, and I’ll finish what I've just started.”

My eyes flutter shut, my hand grips the edge of my seat as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of me, I squeeze my thighs together to stop his movements, but he kicks my feet apart with his foot.

“You are a clumsy girl aren't you, dropping your napkin, let me get that.”

He leans closer as if he’s reaching for something and I do the same.

“Harry, please…” I beg.

“Now that just turns me on even more baby when you ask me like that. Just say yes.”

“To what,” I ask, my voice barely a whisper, too lost in the feel of his touch. My eyes begin to roll, and I clear my throat to prevent a moan escaping as he starts circling my clit with his thumb.

“To coming to my suite tonight.”

Today was a slip, it wasn’t supposed to happen, I blame the vodka, but I can't come apart here and ruin Jack and Ria’s weekend any further.

But against my better judgment, I breathlessly say, “Yes.”

“Good girl,” he whispers which sends a flutter of excitement through me.

He sits up, removing his hand in a flash as the waiter comes behind us to deliver our desert and I wince at the loss. I move back into my seat, hating the throbbing between my legs that’sso strong I consider making an excuse to go to the bathroom and finish myself off.

He swipes a finger through the cheesecakes, the finger I know that’s just been inside of me, and brings it to his mouth, sucking it clean.

“Mmmmhhhh, strawberry cheesecake. My favorite,” he moans around his finger.

My eyes widen, mouth falling open. Dear god, he did not just do that. I cross my legs under the table to ease the ache. Picking up my spoon, and devour my cheesecake, anything to distract myself from Harry and his damn fingers.

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