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"I'll do it right now if you want," he continued. "I'll tell the entire worldaboutus."
"No," I breathed. "Don't."
He pulled his fingers out, circling and teasing again, before pushing back in. I inhaled a quick gasp of air. I fought to continuespeaking.
"I like having something… that's just between us. Besides… I don't want to deal with Cameron teasing the hell outofme."
"Ifigured."
He pushed in even deeper, his whole hand between my legs. Imoaned.
"You always know what I'm feeling," I said, myvoiceweak.
"It's not hard to tell. You're easy to read. Like right now. I know exactly whatyouwant."
He slipped a second finger inside. I let out a choked sound, closing my eyes as my head thudded back against thebooth.
"Was I right?" he asked, wickedlyamused.
I groanedquietly.
"And what about this?"hesaid.
He scissored his fingers, spreading me, widening me. My eyes flew open with a gasp as he twisted his wrist. My insides felt like they were on fire, burning up in the most pleasurable of ways. It sent my headspinning.
"Are youclose?"
His thumb just barely brushed my clit. I nodded desperately,wordlessly.
"Good."
He moved his thumb away. I whined, disappointed and needy. He continued pumping in and out of me, faster and faster. My breathing was rapid, taking in quick gasps of air. I thought I would pass out, the pleasure was becomingtoomuch.
"Come for me," hedemanded.
He pressed a thumb against my clit. I exploded, biting my lip to swallow down a shriek. My entire body shook, my thighs squeezing his wrist so tight it must have hurt. He worked me through it, never ceasing his torturous onslaught, his fingers still movinginsideme.
Finally, I came back to my senses. I slumped against the booth, breathing heavily. He slowly removed his fingers, a rough drag against my insides, sending a few last aftershocks shudderingthroughme.
He tugged my dress back into place. I pressed my hands flat onto the surface of the table, catching mybreath.
"I meant what I said," hetoldme.
I looked to him, questioning, still unable to speak. He tilted my head up with gentle fingers and placed a quick kiss on my lips. His eyes stared into mine, clear andbright.
"I never want you to feel rushed into anything." he saidsoftly.
My heart clenched in my chest at his sweetwords.
"I don't," I said honestly, breathlessly. "I feel comfortable with you. Things feelright."
As soon as I said the words, I knew theyweretrue.
Nothing in my life had ever felt as right as being withAugust.
I just hoped he feltthesame.
ChapterTwenty-One
