Page 52 of Scarlet Mark
She narrowed her gaze. “You think I won’t do it?”
“I don’t see you doing it,” I replied, lifting my water to hide my smile against the rim. “I never took you for a coward, kitten. Pity.”
Her resulting growl went straight to my groin, tightening my balls in anticipation and excitement. We had nothing else planned for the evening other than a stroll around the area to scope out Raoul’s favorite hangouts. That gave me hours to indulge in her back at the hotel, a temptation I put on hold for the last week, the need to plan having been our priority.
But now we had our plan.
It’d already started.
That gave me a few minutes to breathe, to relax, toenjoy.
Mixing business with pleasure appeared to have its benefits, and I intended to explore those benefits thoroughly.
Amara licked her lips, her chest rising and falling in both anger and exhilaration. Mmm, I bet the lace between her thighs was soaked with her interest. I couldn’t wait to taste it.
Her hands slowly disappeared beneath the table, her blue-green irises locked on mine. Heat and arousal simmered between us, a palpable, heady indulgence that heated my blood and lengthened my cock.
I wanted her.
Badly.
And I let her see it in my gaze.
She shifted in her chair, and I imagined her rolling her floor-length dress upward, exposing her sexy legs inch by slow inch. A slit gown would have made this task easier, but I didn’t do easy. I preferred to work. It heightened the reward.
She bit her lower lip as she lifted just enough to hint at what she was doing. Rather than glance around, she focused on me, her confidence in the act arousing as hell.
“If you don’t fuck me later, we’re going to have words,” she said, her voice a throaty purr.
“So demanding,” I teased. “What happened to foreplay?”
“This last week has been foreplay on steroids, and you know it.” She bent, causing her top to lower over her breasts and providing me with a tantalizing view of creamy skin. And then she straightened. “Enjoy.” She reached across the table to drop her lacy thong on my empty plate.
“Looks delicious,” I replied, my lips curling. “Shall I give it a taste, kitten?”
She swallowed, her face matching her alias—Scarlet.
I lifted the delicate black lace and pressed it to my nose, inhaling her addictive scent. “Mmm, these are soaked through.” Noting the way she squirmed, I added, “Perhaps you do want something from me after all.”
“Killian,” she breathed, her nipples prominent beneath the thin fabric of her dress. “People are watching.”
Yes, it did appear that the couple sitting a table over was watching us with slacked jaws. I gave in to the urge to lick the damp fabric, slowly and deliberately, while holding her heated gaze. “Dessert before dinner.” I allowed myself another taste, humming in approval. “I approve, Amara.”
I folded the undergarment and tucked it into my jacket pocket, eliciting gasps from the pair of gawkers observing us. I gave the woman a wink, which caused her cheeks to deepen to a blood-red color. Her husband appeared ready to have a word, something I suggested he stop considering with a quick glance.
What Amara and I did was our business. Not his. No one asked him to watch.
I reached out for her hand and brought it to my lips, placing an open-mouthed kiss on her wrist. “Thank you for the appetizer, kitten.”
She shivered. “I swear, if you don’t follow through…” She trailed off, shaking her head.
“Finish that threat,” I dared, amused.
“I’ll sleep naked. I’ll pleasure myself beside you and make you watch. And when you try to touch me, I’ll refuse.”
“Delayed gratification is my favorite,” I warned her. “And I’ll use those punishments against you as well, sweetheart.”
“All talk,” she accused, yet again. “All talk.”
