Commanding Her Seal (Plus Bonus Novella)(16)

Charlie shook his head. The guy did have style and attention to detail. How could he stay mad after that? Which was precisely why Jared had done it.

He let Audra slide into the booth and scoot around to the center and then joined her. The hushed murmurs of the other diners faded in an acoustical miracle, and he took advantage of the privacy by slipping an arm around Audra’s shoulders and drawing her against his side. She curled into him, crossing her amazing legs so that one knee nudged his thigh.

The waiter placed the wineglasses on the table, poured and left the bottle.

“Thank you,” he said simply. “For the dolphins. It was an amazing way to check off that item.”

“You’re welcome. Thank you for the orgasm. It was an amazing way to check that box on the Times To Have Sex list. About that…”

“Yes, that is my favorite list,” he murmured and couldn’t help but reach out with his free hand to touch her flame-red hair. “Because later is on it.”

She took a long swallow of wine, her eyes burning a hole through him as she watched him over the rim. “Funny, because I was thinking that now is on it. That’s the brilliance of the list. It’s always now.”

Before he could process that, her hand snaked into his lap, brushing over the semi in his pants that had been there since she’d rubbed her nipples all over him. Then she fully cupped him, and instantly there was nothing semi about his arousal. Her hot hand massaged him through his pants, and he sucked in a breath.

“Are we redefining sex again?” he muttered as his brain melted.

“Maybe,” she said low in his ear as she leaned into her task. “And maybe I just wanted to feel for myself what’s in store for me later when I finally get you into my mouth.”

He groaned. She was going to kill him. He widened his legs just to be sure she had plenty of access because holy hell did he like her hand on him.

And then the waiter joined the party in an unwelcome threesome that had Charlie thinking a long, leisurely dinner was the worst idea ever conceived. The aproned man listed the specials just as Audra quietly unzipped Charlie’s pants.

What the—her hand slipped inside and under the waistband of his briefs, and suddenly she was stroking his bare flesh with lithe fingers. His whole body jerked and he swore.

The waiter blinked. “Are you ready to order or do you need a few minutes?”

“A few minutes,” Charlie growled.

The waiter melted away.

He struggled with whether to yank her hand free or shove it deeper into the recesses of his pants so she could reach all of him while she was down there.

Door number three—Audra had her own ideas about what to do next. With a breathless little moan, she gripped him tight and stroked, nearly triggering a very messy climax in one shot.

“Whoa, there,” he stuttered out through the ball of lust clogging his throat and stilled her hand with his.

But he didn’t remove it like he’d meant to because… well, a beautiful girl had him in her grip, her fingers felt like heaven on his sensitive flesh, and he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. But they were in public, and he had almost enough wits about him to say he wasn’t an exhibitionist. Or interested in finding out whether they’d be arrested for public indecency despite his “in” with the owner.

“Maybe you should stop touching me like that,” he suggested without much conviction.

Audra’s smile bordered on diabolical. “No. I like it.”

Served him right to have his own words flung back in his face. The booth had very low light, and he could barely see the salt on the table, let alone what was going on under the table. What if she didn’t have to quit touching him?

Because he couldn’t stop himself, he pressed her hand against his erection. “Then I’m curious what you plan to do next.”

Boldly, she met his gaze and watched him as she stroked again with exactly the right pressure to send a spike through his gut. They were in public, mostly, and the wickedness of it curled through him. He’d never done anything remotely like this. There were rules.

And he wanted to ditch every last one. Just for now. He was so tired of always doing the right thing. He didn’t have to be a saint all the time, did he?

“It’s only fair,” she murmured and licked her lips as if he’d offered her something delicious and she couldn’t wait to taste it. “You did it to me on the beach. You put your hands on me and drove me insane with your mouth. It’s my turn to watch you come. You wouldn’t deny me that, would you?”

In about three seconds, he might not have much of a choice as she stroked faster, rubbing her thumb across his tip simultaneously. He groaned and fought the rising tide, but then, why should he? She wanted to pleasure him, and he wanted to let her.