Page 45 of Red Flag
I rolled my eyes and untied the towel around my chest. “What is it you want?” I asked, still holding it in place.
“I told you what I want,” he said with a smirk. “But, for now, I want to see you.”
I removed the towel. His heated gaze journeyed up and down my body and I looked away at the sand timer. What he’d imagined of my body when we were on the phone was probably far different to the reality.
His touch skimmed the back of my knee and I flinched as it tickled, pressing my thighs together.
“I want to touch you,” he said darkly. “I didn’t lie on the phone. You didn’t either.”
He looked up at me, blue eyes serious. I didn’t deny it. Mostly because I was scared of what I would say if I opened my mouth.
“You said you wanted me to touch you,” he said, working the sensitive skin of my knee again, his other hand stroking up my thigh, each time getting closer to my bikini bottoms.
His hands were so warm and rough.
The light sweat on my body wasn’t just from the saunaanymore.
“Where did you want my touch? Here?”
I shook my head. Small, quick movements. Not there.
“Around your neck? A little hand necklace?”
I breathed a laugh. Later. At some point. But not right now. There was somewhere else throbbing for his attention.
“Over your panties?” he asked and pried my legs open. It wasn’t really a fight.
His pointer finger traipsed further up my thigh to the edge of my bikini. Innocently on my hip.
But then it travelled down the seam, closer to where I really did want his touch.
“No, not over my panties,” I breathed. Fuck, I’d do anythingto feel his skin on mine. Not this sweet, hesitant movement.Everything.
He’d been watching his touch, but he looked up at me through his lashes with a dark smile. “Under?”
It was too hot in the sauna. We’d been in here too long. We’d—Oh, god, but I couldn’t leave now.
My nod was eager.
“Mmm,” he moaned and, over my bikini, he ran his finger up my slit, stopping just at my clit and circling there. The friction made my breaths shallow as he toyed with me. “You make me so hard, Livid. I can’t wait to get past these.” He pulled at the string and let the elastic go, snapping my skin. I jolted forward, pushing myself back into his hand. He cupped me, his thumb running across me, hitting my clit with each stroke. “Let me take them off.” He bent to press a kiss to my thigh, inches away from where his hand worked me. “Let me touch you how you want. Let me make you come.”
My thighs separated further, inviting him to do whatever he wanted.
He groaned, deep at the back of his throat as his fingers skimmed the edge of the bikini, dipping just under the material and running up and down. He muttered in French, so low and fast I couldn’t make out what he said before pressing a kiss to my inner thigh.
My breath caught.
And with the next kiss, closer, I swallowed, my fingers holding the planks of wood I sat upon tightly.
I didn’t care for splinters.
I cared for nothing but his mouth. His fingers. Him.
NixonArmaswas going to pull my bikini off and go down on me. In this very public sauna. Surrounded by our co-workers.
But all of that left me as his finger slid further under the fabric. My breath was harsh. His mouth was pressed to the seam of my bottoms, and I was just closing my eyes in pleasure when a shadow appeared before the glass doors.
I shoved Nix away and shot so far back on the wooden seat that my back hit the wall and I winced. Nix’s eyes widened in alarm, but when the door opened, he sat back on his heels in front of me.
