Page 120 of Nowhere to Hide
I licked my lips and flicked open the buttons at the front of my dress.
He bunched up the dress until the cool night air kissed my skin there too.
Sick of being ignored, I’d stopped dressing for Marcus a helluva long time ago. The little shopping spree in the lingerie shop that miserable rainy day had never been more welcome than it was now.
“More,” he said quietly.
I kept going with the buttons that went right down the front of the dress until it was completely open, the sides slithering away from my skin.
His hand came up to cup my breast through the filmy lace. His rough fingers and lace both making me gasp at the friction.
“Whoever designed this needs a raise.”
I laughed and moaned at the same time as my nipple tightened causing an arrow to go right between my thighs. Restless, I rubbed against his rock hard cock tucked under me.
“You’re killing me.”
“Same,” I mumbled as he moved to the other breast, his forearm still putting pressure on the other one.
“Cil?”
“Hmm?”
“I’ll buy you another pair.”
“What?”
Then I felt the snap of the strings at the side of my leg release and the lace over my pussy fall away.
“Tell me if I hurt you.”
“You’re definitely not.”
He eased my legs open even more. “I know your leg is still healing.”
“I’m good. More than good.” I covered his hand and brought it between my thighs.
“It doesn’t need to be more than this.”
“You have life preservers on this thing?”
“What?” Confusion dented the thick tension between us.
“Because if you don’t finally fuck me, I’m tossing you overboard.”
His quick laugh made something inside of me melt.
“Is that why you asked for a lesson?”
“Maybe.” I rubbed my ass all over his lap until he was wedged tight between my cheeks.
He jerked the lace down and exposed my breast to the night air. I gasped. His touch wasn’t light and exploring anymore. It was firm and had one mission in mind.
Leaving me a destroyed mess in his captain’s chair.
He dipped two fingers inside of me and I cried out.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
