Page 93 of Silent Comrade
“What?”
“Look at the store demographics. Where doyou think we’ll have the most privacy and attract the leastattention?”
His brows drew together as he turned in acircle, taking in the female-only shoppers milling. He caughtmurmured conversation and the metal scratches of hangers. “Men’sdressing room.”
“It’s pretty normal for partners to take alook at the outfits guys try on. ”
He changed direction and grabbed severalitems at random en route to the dressing room.
The deserted men’s dressing room. Bingo. Herheart raced. Were they really going to do this? Here? A tinglebuilt low in her belly and grew. A girl could hope.
They stepped into the last stall. A door. Abench. A mirror. Perfect. He hung the garments up on the hooks. Nottaking his gaze from her, he deliberately closed the door andlocked it. He shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on anotherhook.
Then it was all about her hands needing tobe on his body and vice-versa. As she worked his belt and zipper,he pulled up her skirt and yanked down her panties. Cool air on hotskin made her squirm. Red’s touch seared her as he traced wonderfulfire, skimming his way up her thighs to settle a possessive hand onher core.
After kicking off a shoe and pulling a legout of his pants and briefs, he sat on the bench and guided Brittso that her legs dangled on the outside of his thighs. Then hemoved his legs apart, spreading her open. The mirror’s view off tothe side featured his fingers digging into her partially clothedbutt.
“Hold on here.” He guided her hands to hisshoulders and she gripped his bunched muscles through the Henleyfabric.
Then he slid his feet apart once more. Thesensation was fantastic.
“Amazing,” he breathed. “I have to touchyou.” He bunched the skirt at her waist and stroked her exposedskin, dipping a finger into her wetness and over her folds untilshe bucked against him.
She didn’t want him to stop, but thesensations swamped her. Then he shifted his legs again, creatingsuch a sexy burn in her inner thighs. She shuddered.
“That’s more like it,” he whispered,sweeping his thumb over her clit while he added a second finger tothe internal strokes.
She whimpered and clutched at his shoulders.“Oh my God, Red.”
“Glad you know my name. So hot, coming fromyour mouth.”
He pushed the rhythm faster with tiny, wetsounds and their panting filling the small space.
“I want you so much,” he said.
Her arms shook as she clung to hisshoulders. “How much?”
He withdrew. Winked. Licked his fingers.Then slowly pressing upward, this time with three fingers. Thestretch of his strong hand working her sparked stars in hervision.
“Oh my God…” Every inch of her bodyquivered.
With his free hand, he gripped her butt,holding her in place, straddled over his legs, and balanced by hergrip on his shoulders. He had become her anchor point.
With each stroke, he pressed further untilshe stretched to accept him up to his knuckles. She couldn’t closeher legs, couldn’t stop the relentless press and release of hishand into the place where she wanted him the most. Light dimmed andshe bit her lip.
He leaned forward and kissed her deeply.Pulling back, he murmured, “Are you okay?” He wiggled his fingersinside the tight glove of her vagina, and her muscles clenched.Then he rubbed the pad of his thumb against her clit.
“Ah,” she panted. “When you do that, yes,I’m very okay.”
“Not hurting you, sweets?”
“Red.”
“Yes?”
Facing him fully, exposing every piece ofherself, she stared into his hazel eyes. “Give me more.”
His lips curled back from his teeth.“Good.”
