Something Reckless(9)
I know that men like to look, and that’s not what surprises me about this moment. What surprises me is the intensity in his gaze. What surprises me is that watching him look at me could turn me on so much. That watching him look at me could intensify this ache, make the need I feel so powerful it could swallow me.
Staying where he is, he softly pinches my clit with two fingers, and I close my eyes and bite back a moan. I want him closer. I want the weight of his body on top of mine.
“Open your eyes,” he commands. When I obey, he says, “Look at how beautiful you are.”
Chapter Four
Sam
She likes it when I tell her what to do.
Her eyes follow my hand, and she watches as I circle her clit then slide one finger inside her.
She gasps at the contact, and hell, so do I. I don’t intend to do more than tease her in this room—not with my family on the other side of those doors. But she’s so fucking tight all I want to do is drop my pants and drive into her, hold her hips and fuck her right here on this table. She’d let me. Beg me, even. I see it in her eyes.
When you spend four years wanting something, you don’t rush in. I’m going to take my time with her tonight, and this—right here and now in this room—this is just the warmup.
Her breasts thrust forward as she arches her back. I keep my hand between her legs and step closer. With my free hand, I tug down her dress and expose one lace-covered breast.
“You’re beautiful. I can’t wait to undress you, to see all of you.” I suck at her nipple through the lace, and her pussy clenches tight around my fingers.
I love a woman with sensitive breasts. I pull back and tease her with my tongue, circling her nipple before drawing it into my mouth again, all the while pumping my fingers in and out of her.
She squeezes me. Tighter and tighter, and I know she’s close to coming. I need her to come before I go back out there. Once she left my arms on the dance floor, I felt like I was drowning again, looking at my father and knowing what he’d say if he knew how badly I’ve fucked up.
She moans, and the sound washes away some of the chaos in my mind. I need more.
“So fucking beautiful.” My lips brush her ear as I speak. I want to taste her there. Everywhere. “I’ve always liked to look at you. Always loved the way you’re comfortable in your own skin, the way you own a room the minute you walk into it. But you’re even more beautiful when you’re about to come.”
I circle her clit with my thumb. Someone knocks on the door.
She startles in my arms, but I hold her still.
“Stay with me.” She’s so close, and I want to feel her come on my hand, around my fingers.
“Samuel?” My father’s voice. “Did I see you go in there?”
“Come for me,” I say into her ear as he knocks again.
Then I kiss her hard, swallowing her moans as her body contracts and she squeezes around my fingers.
* * *
Liz
Sam ignores his father’s voice and cups me for a few more breaths, allowing me to come down from my orgasm before he pulls away.
“Didn’t you say you saw him go in here?” his father asks someone.
Sam puts his finger to his lips, telling me I should be quiet. The door clicks at the lock as someone turns the knob.
“Call him,” another female says. I recognize the voice as belonging to Della. Despite our jokes at the bar last night, I don’t think she’d be thrilled to find me indecent with her brother. “Here. I’ll do it.”
Sam grabs his phone from his pocket just as it starts to ring. He silences it, but not before they hear the distinct ring tone.
This would be hilarious if it weren’t mortifying.
His father clears his throat. “Come on, Della. He’s clearly . . . busy.”
Della snorts. “God, leave it to Sam.”
We listen to the sounds coming from the other side of the door. After a minute or two passes, we both relax and Sam chuckles.
Standing, I smooth my dress down then smack his shoulder. “I can’t believe we almost got caught.”
Sam grins and grabs me by the hips, pulling my body against his so I can feel the evidence of his erection. “I think you liked it.”
“Liked what?”
That cocky grin again. That I know what gets you off better than you do grin. Hell, he might. “You liked almost getting caught,” he says.
“I didn’t!”
“Nothing shameful there, Rowdy. There’s nothing wrong with a harmless exhibitionist fantasy or two.”
I roll my eyes and scan the floor. “Where’s my underwear?”
Sam shrugs and points over his shoulder as he backs toward the door. “I’d better get back out there.”