Page 121 of Fostering Chemistry
Tonight, though. Definitely tonight. My hips squirmed in anticipation, and Diego lightly pinched my clit, causing me to let out a high-pitched yelp.
Cody and Aaron were both staring at me.
“I’m just excited,” I offered. Which was certainly the truth. “We’ve still got two days left, and this has been so much fun.” There. That was at least semi-coherent, right? God, I hoped it was.
Aaron turned his attention to Diego, and I breathed a sigh of relief. “Don’t you have to give a lecture next week?”
“Yes.” Diego’s voice was strained. “To an undergrad public policy class.”
“Are you ready for that?”
Diego nodded, his jaw tightening. “Almost,” he said, and I ran my thumb over the head of his cock through his jeans. “I’m really close. How are you doing with your paper, Mia? Are you close?”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. His finger moved faster now, circling my clit, and I had to concentrate on keeping my breathing even. Heat pooled low in my belly, tension building.
When his finger flicked directly across my clit, I gasped, clamping my thighs shut, trapping his hand there. I had to stop this, or I was going to come right in the middle of the restaurant.
Desperation made my brain kick back in—more or less.
“I spilled salsa on my shirt,” I exclaimed, a second before letting the red sauce drip onto my sweater. Oops, wrong order. “I’ll just go to the bathroom and wash it off.”
I hopped up so quickly that I nearly knocked the chair backward. But Diego was quicker, withdrawing his hand the second I started to move.
“Seriously, are you sure you’re okay?” Aaron asked.
“Never better,” I said, in a somewhat maniacal voice. As if getting salsa on my sweater was the best thing ever.
I headed toward the bar, trying not to run into anyone. Trying to remember how to walk. My legs were shaky, and it was almost like I could still feel Diego’s fingers between them.
I looked back only once, when I was almost across the room. Diego was watching me, and when he caught my eye, he popped his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them.
Oh shit.
I stumbled backward and down a hallway. The noise from the dining room faded, but now I could hear the rattle of pots andpans from the kitchen, and people barking terse orders in both English and Spanish.
There were a few doors along the hallway, and I staggered past them, looking for the women’s restroom. But I must’ve overshot it, because I reached the end of the hallway. I turned to go back, and Diego was there.
He wasright there, his eyes dark on mine.
And at the exact same moment, we threw ourselves at each other. He wrapped an arm around my back, stopping me before I slammed into the wall. My hands were on his shoulders, pulling his mouth toward mine.
His mouth crashed down on mine, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He tasted of tequila as his tongue swept into my mouth, claiming me.
“I want you so fucking badly.” His voice was raw, feral, and hot as hell. His hand slipped under my sweater, easing between us, and then he cupped my breast, squeezing. I gasped, arching into his touch, my hips grinding against him.
It wasn’t enough. I needed him between my legs. Either his fingers, like before, or that hard cock I’d felt through his jeans. Every inch of my body cried out for it.
“Please,” I begged, my voice needy and breathless. I gripped his shoulders and brought my legs up, wrapping them around him. Now I could feel that hard bulge in his pants, this time pushing against my slit.
He growled, his hands sliding down to my ass, holding me up. My skirt rode up, but I didn’t care as his hard cock groundagainst me, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through my body.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice hoarse. “I can’t fucking wait until tonight.”
He took a few steps down the hall, still kissing me, and when we came to another door, he kicked it open.
By some miracle, it was dark, empty, and quiet. That was all I needed to know as he pressed me up against the wall. My moans filled the room as his erection was so close to where I needed it to be. “Please,” I whimpered.
“You want this?” His voice was rugged and desperate.
