Page 81 of Sin With Me
His palms flatten on the door beside my head, caging me in with his arms. Then he tips up my chin until our eyes meet. "You're the one who's gonna need new panties by the time I'm done with you..."
"Wha—"
He slides his hand underneath my dress and slips his fingers beneath my lace underwear. "And we're not leavin' here until you make a mess."
"We're gonna get caught," I whisper, but when he slides a digit inside, I lose the willpower to fight him.
"Then you better hurry up and come." He adds another, then curls them in deeper.
"Wilder," I breathe out, squeezing my eyes as I enjoy the intrusion.
"That's it, Delly. Fuck my fingers."
My hips rock against him, nails digging deeper into his arms as I ride his hand.
"You're so wet..." He presses his lips to my ear. "Come for me, baby. I want to suck your juices off my fingers and taste you again."
Warmth builds down my spine when he rubs the pad of his thumb over my clit and soon I'm losing myself in the pleasure. Not wanting to make a lot of noise, I clamp my hand over my mouth and moan through my release.
"Fuuuck," he groans in my neck.
I swallow hard, then try to catch my breath. There's no way his family won't know we were hooking up after being gone this long.
"We have to go back," I tell him, opening my eyes to meet his.
Wilder thrusts his fingers between his lips and slowly licks them clean, his piercing making an appearance as he does it. The way he moans, as if he can't get enough of the taste, has my pussy clenching all over again.
"You've turned me into an addict. One taste is all it took to get hooked. Now I'll be cravin' a fix every day." He winks, then flicks his tongue between the two digits and slides around them in a provocative way that isn't helping my need for him. "Just wait until I eat you from behind and tasteallof you..."
"You have a dirty mouth," I whisper, still worried people are going to hear me.
He crashes his mouth to mine for a quick kiss. "You have no idea thedirtythings I wanna do to you. Next time my faceis between your thighs, I want them wrapped around my head while you're wearin' those boots—and only those boots."
His gaze falls to them and a devious smirk spreads over his handsome face.
And if I don't get out of here, I'll let him do all of those things to me right now.
"I'm leavin'," I whisper, shoving him. "Wait a minute and then come back to the table."
I take a quick look in the mirror and frown when I see how red my neck and chest are from his facial hair scratching the shit out of me. I comb my fingers through the ends of my hair, adjust my dress, and then unlock the door.
"Don't wait too long," I tell him, then peek out. Luckily, no one's waiting to use this room.
My heart pounds when I pull out my chair and rejoin the group.
Harlow meets my gaze and mouths, "You okay?"
"Yeah, long lines," I reply, waving her off.
Mom smiles at me, but it's one of those secret knowing smiles that only a mother can do. Like she knows exactly what took me so long.
Fucking great.
When I see Wilder out of my peripheral vision, I grab my glass and take a sip to hide the blush covering my cheeks. After what we just did, it's hard not to be hot and bothered at the sight of him.
Which is honestly ridiculous at my age, but I can't help it.
"I thought you got lost or died in the bathroom," Noah blurts when Wilder takes his seat next to me.
