Page 18 of Untethered Heart
I bring her closer to me, bending down to whisper in her ear, “I haven’t always been in the suit when I was around you. In fact”—I nip at her ear, her hands on my neck dig into the skin—“I couldn’t get out of it quick enoughlast time.”
“So.” I can hear the nerves in her voice as she speaks. “You were hoping to see me again?”
I don’t bother to pull myself away, content to be in her orbit. “Hoping is an understatement.” I take a deep breath and lean my forehead against hers. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you. To be honest, it’s been driving me a little insane.”
“Oh, good. So it wasn’t just me, then.”
I pull back, focusing on her glittering grey eyes, the lights ricocheting off the disco ball Gage hooked up for tonight reflecting in them, making it look like they’re truly sparkling.
“You’ve thought of me as well?”
Lex bites the corner of her lip, eyes casting downward as she offers a slight nod.
I don’t know what’s happening inside me, but tingles are shooting up my legs. There’s a hurricane swirling in my stomach, and I just want to grin like a fool. I’m not shy around women. I’ve had plenty of experience and zero complaints. At least not to my face, but still, I’m fairly confident I know what I’m doing. I could have a dozen women ready for me without even leaving my penthouse. But Lex seems to drain all that confidence, and I find myself unsure of my next move. All I know is I want to be closer to her.
I pull her in, banishing the last whisper of distance between us. I dot kisses up the column of her neck, inhaling as I go. Leaving a trail of marks up her neck, I feel her hips begin to roll into me, seeking friction. My breath hitches, my head buzzing at the drugging awareness of her arousal.
“Do you need something, Lex?”
I can feel her breaths getting deeper as my hands roam up and down her back. The only way we could be closer is if I were buried deep inside her, and while it’s exactly where I want to be, I can’t do that in the middle of the crowded bar. The devil on my shoulder rubs his hands together in glee. Or can I? We’re lost within a sea of distracted bodies, and my girl is panting with need.I shift, dipping down slightly to place a leg between hers, coaxing her to sit on my thigh.
“Let me help you.” She nods against my cheek, my head buried in her hair, arms banded tightly behind her back, so it just looks like we’re lost in our own world, drinking in each other’s affections. Her hands slip down to clutch my shirt sleeves.
“Wait! Someone could see,” she breathes, but she doesn’t let go of my shirt.
“Don’t worry, I wouldn’t let anyone see you like this,” I whisper in her ear. “But if you want to, we’ll stop. I can take you back to my place.”
My place? Before I can overanalyse the offer, her body continues to move against mine, and I decide I don’t care. I’ll take her back to my place so I can do things right this time. Her hot pussy rubs subtly against my thigh where it’s held hostage between her legs.
“Or we can stay right here.” My hands move to her lower back, guiding her body into me. “But I want to hear you say it.”
“I-I—” Her thought ends with a sigh of pleasure.
“I know. I’ve got you.”
She wants it, she just doesn’t know how to ask for it. Or to be bold enough to take it. I know how she feels. I’ve never done anything this scandalous in public. In a bathroom here and there, sure, but in the middle of a dancefloor? Definitely not. I have a face people recognise. The entire country knows my name. Knows my family’s name. But I can’t help the pull Lex has over me.
“I want to hear those moans, Siren. But make sure they’re only for me.” She gives me another nod, fuelled with frantic need. “No one else gets to hear those sweet sounds.”
I’m helpless to stop my own hips from moving with hers. With the way my leg is pinned between hers, it brings her toned thigh up against my raging cock, hitching under my balls with merciless torture.
“Oh, fuck.” I bite into the soft skin where her shoulder and neck meet, and an unexpected whimper falls from my lips.
This woman is dangerous to my sanity, shattering my carefully structured world.
Suddenly, it’s not enough. I crave more. I lift my eyes, taking in the scene. Under the dim lights, no one is paying attention to us.
“Can I touch you, baby?” I whisper.
“You are touching me.” Her rushed words are strained with unreleased tension.
“I want to feel how wet you are for me.” I feel her drag in steadying breaths, no doubt thinking through her next words.
“Okay.” My heart stops for a few beats before I slowly bring a hand around her waist, delighting in every soft stretch of skin as I go, before I travel down her leg.
Twisting my palm, I dive in between our gently gyrating hips to come up under her skirt. It’s an inferno between her thighs and when I meet the scrap of fabric separating me from her delicious pussy, I can already feel how wet she is.
I groan in her ear. “Fuck, Lex, you’re soaking, aren’t you?”
