His lips lowered onto my neck and to my shock a sigh escaped my lips. A shiver danced across my back as he licked my pulsing vein there and my eyes fluttered shut. I wasn’t even aware of my head tilting to allow him better access. His tongue burned my skin, and I wanted more. His touch melted everything in its path. My insides ached and that sweet spot between my legs throbbed with need. I had never felt something like this before.

Too easy! He had me melting in his arms too effortlessly.

His hands on me felt possessive and claiming. I felt the friction of his strength and his large hand gripped the base of my neck, holding me immobile. Power oozed from his every touch. He made me delirious. I pressed into him, his body a rock of hard muscle. I melted into his embrace, needing him more than anything else right now.

My fingers gripped his shoulders, desperate as a throbbing ache awakened between my thighs. I was just a puppet under his expert touch. And holy shit, his touch ignited every fiber of me. His hands slid the length of my body, reaching for my inner thigh. My heart thundered under my rib cage and his rough palms felt good against my soft skin.

As if in tune with my need, his fingers moved over my panties and a moan escaped me. Cool air brushed against them, making me aware of how wet I was. The thin material was a barrier I wanted gone. His fingers slid under the lace, touching my most intimate parts. Nobody had touched me in this way in such a long time. His expert fingers teased, sending shudders through my body.

He yanked me closer by the back of my neck, my breathing erratic.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he growled in my ear.

I wanted more from him. At the same time that his thumb pressed down on my clit, he nipped my neck, hard, and a yelp escaped my lips. His grip tightened on my nape, as he slid a finger inside me, the flame spreading through my blood. I was so hot everywhere, it felt like being in the midst of a wildfire with no way of escape.

He brushed his thumb up and down my clit, his big hand holding a fistful of my hair and deep moans sounded in my throat. I would have been embarrassed if I had an ounce of sanity left. My hips rocked against his touch, my body greedy for this sensation he gave me. From the lust-filled haze in my brain, I realized we were moving until something pressed against my back.

His gaze fell between my thighs and his eyes turned dark. He fisted my panties and pushed them down my thighs, dropping them to the floor. Without being prompted, I stepped out of them and spread my legs open. I was way past the point of any rational thought.

His arms wrapped around my waist and lifted me onto a table or counter, I didn’t know. But plates didn’t go crashing down, so it couldn’t be where we were seated. Then his head lowered between my thighs and his tongue touched my entrance. My body seared into flames as a deep rush of pleasure flooded me. His tongue licked and nipped, my hips bucked forward desperate for more, but his arms held me securely so I couldn’t move.

He swirled his tongue over my clit, and my hands reached into his thick hair, running my nails against his scalp.

“Oh my God,” I moaned, a throaty noise unfamiliar to my own ears. His expert tongue kept switching between swirling and sucking my clit, taking me higher and higher. This must be what heaven felt like because I was so high. He slid a finger inside me, moving it in and out, and a tremor shook my body. The noises coming from him made it sound like he was doing this for himself, not for me.

My hands tugged at his hair, begging for more. I was so close, I’d thought I’d explode. The pressure built with each of his steady laps and he fingered me faster and harder until hot pressure exploded through my bloodstream and fire dissipated into ashes.

My pussy pulsed around his fingers, my body slack and sated. A shaky breath let out of my lips as reality of what had just happened slowly descended through my lust filled brain.

His smoldering gray gaze found mine, and my heart drummed under my rib cage, threatening to crack it. I had never experienced such an earth shattering orgasm in my entire life. It left me gasping, breathless, and wanting more.

While I sat there disheveled, my dress scrunched up around my waist, my thighs and pussy on full display, Nico stood there in his three-piece suit. Pristine and unaffected.

Fuck, I am in way over my head.

The sound of the door opening barely reached my ears but Nico’s senses were sharp. Before I realized what was going on, he pulled me closer, sheltering the view of me with his body.

“Get the fuck out,” he barked, startling both the waiter and me.

“I apologize,” the waiter’s voice sounded as embarrassed as I felt.

As the door shut, I could have buried myself. My body still burned with desire but even stronger was shame. How could I have let it go that far? I pushed him away, sliding off the table. I needed space between us, but I could only take one step backwards and the counter where he just ate me bumped into the back of me.

I let out a shaky breath, running my fingers down my dress. My panties lay discarded on the floor and the dumbest thought pierced through my brain.The floor is dirty, there is no way I’m putting those on again.

Maybe it was the sunken realization of the consequences and aftershock.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I let my desire take it too far. This wasn’t the time nor place.”

It wasn’t just him though. I was quite a willing participant, and I let it go so damn far. I had to go. I couldn’t sit through dinner with him. I needed to leave and get my reason back. I needed space from this man before he overwhelmed all my senses. And I needed my goddamn panties!

“That’s ok,” I murmured, my voice slightly breathless. “Do you mind if we cut our dinner short? I have to go.”

ChapterThirteen

NICO

Ihad never been in the habit of making women bend to my will. My money, power, and looks ensured I got what I wanted. But Bianca… her resistance to become mine clawed at me, demanding her submission. And sweet heavens did she ever!