Page 109 of Playing With Secrets
“We’re going into the unisex restroom.” His hand finds the small of my back, a comforting weight as we retreat into the bathroom.
My skin heats and takes me out of my thoughts, right into imagining what he wants to do in private. He presses the door open and motions for me to enter.
A shaky breath hitches in my throat as I try to regain my composure. I walk in and grab a couple of paper towels to dry myself off as he locks the door behind him.
I face him as I wipe myself down. “What’s this all about?”
“I don’t want to sit at dinner and talk about Hunter. If I wanted to think about him and you, I’d prefer to do it when other people aren’t around to witness my discomfort. I thought you would figure that out.”
My heart deflates. “I’m sorry. I let my curiosity get the best of me.”
“Yeah, I got that.” His frustrated glare finds mine.
He’s so fucking hot, even when he’s upset with me.
My gaze casts to his lips. They have a subtle curve that promises sinful heavens. His tongue runs over them when he notices where my eyes are. The electricity crackles in the air.
My nipples steeple like they’re trying to command Jami’s attention. His line of sight drops to my chest. He inhales a sharp intake of breath, with a visible gasp escaping his lips on the exhale. My body fills with heat, but I decide to mess with him.
I lean my butt against the counter and take in his fabulous body. “I didn’t think talking about Hunter would matter to you since you and I are only friends.”
“Only friends?” He steps close to me. “Do friends share a text exchange like we did a minute ago?”
“I don’t know. It depends on what kind of friends they are.”
“You’re just asking for trouble, aren’t you?” He trails his fingertips along the sides of my thighs but stops right before he gets to the top of my stockings.
Chills scatter over my skin. “What if I am?”
“You’re playing a dangerous game, my wicked little temptress.”
“I’m not playing. The longer you make me wait for this to happen, the worse I’m going to torture you.” I toss my hair over my shoulder, purposely exposing his weakness, my neck.
His eyes, scorching with desire, follow my movement. Then he presses against me. “It’s becoming clear to me you need a reminder.”
“Then stop threatening and teach me what I need to know.” I reach my arms around him and draw my nails down his back.
“Fuck, Dori. You’re making this really hard.” He pushes his hips into me as he threads his hands into my hair.
He moves my head to the side by pulling on my hair with a passionate command. His eyes drop to the naked curve of my shoulder. The blood in my veins is racing, so I’m sure my pulse point is thumping hard.
I run my hands over his ass and pull him closer. “Have a taste, Jami. You know you want to.”
His mouth is on my neck before I get the words out. He nips and sucks, a low rumble vibrating from his chest, a sound like distant thunder.
With my heart pounding, I turn my head to find his lips so close to mine. As if on cue, he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls my mouth to his.
His other hand moves to my skirt and he fists the material in his palm as he tugs my dress up. He drags his fingers over my thighs and to my ass. He jerks away.
His eyes flick with an uncaged hunger. “Fuck. You’rewearing thigh-highs and a garter belt? Did you know you were going to be punishing me tonight?”
“It’s only punishment if you don’t take advantage of it.”
“You are a naughty one, aren’t you?” He holds my waist and lifts me onto the counter. “Move your skirt and spread your legs.”
I keep my needy eyes on him as I work my skirt up. He steps back and runs his hand over his lips while he stays tuned to my every move.
His eyes trail over my body, lingering on every curve. They fill with immoral want and it’s enough to make me lose my mind. I pull in a ragged breath so I don’t pass out. Wetness soaks my thong.
