Page 39 of Take Me Under

Sliding one hand down to the apex of her thighs, I applied pressure between her legs. Even through her jeans, I could feel her heat. She lifted her hips against my hand to get better friction. Her hands snaked around the base of my neck, pulling me in and searching for more.

The woman was driving me fucking wild and I’d barely even done anything with her yet.

Needing more skin-to-skin contact, I swiftly unbuttoned her pants. When she showed no sign of protest, I pushed the boundaries and dipped my hand under the waistband of her panties. My fingers connected with her slit, finding her hot, wet, and ready. I imagined her spread out before me, open to the mercy of my tongue. My fingers. My cock.

I released a groan.

“Fuck. I love that you’re already wet,” I murmured against her lips. I circled her hard clit for a moment, then drove a finger inside her heated well. Her breath hitched and her hips pushed upward, taking what I offered with fevered urgency. I increased my tempo, stroking and building momentum until she was whimpering with need.

“Come for me, princess. I want you to come on my hand.”

She kissed me frantically, and my fingers thrusted deeper to massage her walls, only pulling out to trace wet circles around her throbbing nub. Her body tensed, and her shallow breaths began to come faster. I knew she was close, so I quickened the pace. If she refused to see me again tomorrow, I wanted to give her this memory at least—to make her see that if she gave us a chance, we’d be fire together.

When I thought she was almost there, I tore my mouth from hers so I could see her face. I wanted to watch her as she fell apart. Spinning her around to reverse our positions, I pushed my back against the pillar and took her chin with my free hand.

“Look up behind me. See the woman in the flames. Be her, Serena.”

She did exactly as I’d told her. I continued to rotate my finger on that tight bundle of nerves, flexing my fingers with more urgency until I could feel the slight tremors of her building orgasm. Within minutes, her eyes grew wide, rolling before they snapped closed. Seconds later, I was rewarded with her muted cry of pleasure as she shattered under my palm.

As her ecstasy slowly faded to pulsing aftershocks, she lifted her head, her eyes fluttering open to look at me. I smiled at her glazed expression. Lowering my head, I gave her a slow, languid kiss. The minutes slipped by as she stayed wrapped in my arms—five, ten. I wasn’t sure. All time seemed to have stopped. When I pulled away, she didn’t mask the heat in her gaze.

“I can’t believe I allowed that to happen in public,” she said, stepping back so she could shift her clothing back into place.

I chuckled.

“It’s a moonless night and nobody is around.” I didn’t mention the security cameras that were just over head. More than likely, Zeke was witness to the whole thing. It’s why I made sure to keep her clothes relatively intact and body covered. Just the idea of another man seeing her made me irrationally jealous.

“It might be dark, but still…” She trailed off, glancing around.

Gripping her chin between my thumb and forefinger, I angled her head until her gaze met mine.

“That was just a taste. Dinner with me tomorrow night. We can discuss things further. And perhaps we can even finish what we started here tonight.”

“Wait, what?” she asked, her glazed eyes suddenly snapping back to reality.

Releasing her, I chuckled and took another step back.

“Give me your phone,” I told her. She frowned, but didn’t hesitate handing over the cellphone that she pulled from her shoulder bag. Going into her contact list, I programmed my phone number and email address, then sent myself a text message so that I would have her number as well. “Where are you staying?”

“Summit Suites.”

I nodded in approval, happy to hear she had chosen a more reputable hotel. “I’ll walk you back.”

“It’s not far. I can find my own way. But thanks.”

My instinct was to argue with her. It was getting late, and I didn’t like the idea of her walking the streets alone. It was a relatively safe area, but New York was unpredictable. I was about to press the issue but noted the stubborn set to her jaw. If she were mine, there would be no debate.

But she wasn’t mine—yet.

I pressed my lips together, annoyed by the situation.

“I’m glad you didn’t go back to the Midtown,” I finally replied.

“Honestly, I tried to. The place is cheap. But when I got there, I found that something must have happened. The place was swarming with police and there was crime scene tape everywhere.”

My brow furrowed as my mind flashed back to her ransacked room. If she had gone back there, she most likely would have been informed of the vandalized motel room. But vandalization was hardly reason for cops and crime tape.

“Crime scene tape, huh? I wonder what happened.” I kept my words casual, hoping to get more information.

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