Eyes hooded and roving up and down my body, he isn’t here to use the bathroom.
“You let him play with your pussy at the table.” His gaze snaps to mine and narrows.
“What?” Shit. Fuck. I don’t want to have this conversation right now. Or ever.
“Don’t pull that innocent act with me.” He grips my hips and lifts me to sit on the edge of the vanity. “Did he put his fingers inside you?”
I shove at his immobile chest. “I’m not answering that.”
Jesus. He was involved in a conversation with my brother-in-law at the time. How does he know where Trace put his hand?
“I’m always watching you.” He cups my face and leans in, his eyes sooty and heavy with desire. “You look so damn beautiful in this dress.”
Since my tight black sheath dress and strappy stilettos couldn’t be worn on the motorcycle, I didn’t put them on until we got here.
“Thank you.” I slide my hands over the front of his white Henley shirt. “We should go back—”
“You’re coming home with me tonight.” He runs his nose alongside mine, heating my lips with his breath.
“No, I’m not,” I say gently. “I was with you last night.” And I rode his cock for hours.
I don’t know what his reaction would be if he knew I was going home with Trace to confess what I’ve been doing. I’m afraid he’ll talk me out of it.
He rubs his hands up my thighs and nudges me wider to spread around his hips. There’s no bossy demands or heated I-need-you whispers. He just grasps the back of my head and stares at me, his bottom lip pouting slightly and begging to be licked.
It’s a look that precedes a kiss, and as our mouths touch, we sigh together. Easing closer, reaching deeper, he brushes his tongue against mine. Each caress urges me to pull him tighter. Every rasping breath paves the way for more. More tasting. More touching. More Cole.
The wet smacking sounds of our lips echo in the tiny bathroom. Then his hands are moving, down my body, circling and caressing my breasts, and lower, pulling on the hem of my dress and yanking it to my hips.
I groan a sound of protest against his mouth and hunch back. “We can’t.”
“We can.” He cradles my face in his hands, his lips wet and swollen. “We can do anything you want to do. What do you want, baby?”
I want him and me in this stolen moment.
Collecting heartbeats.
Falling in love for the millionth time.
Moving slow.
Breathing fast.
Clinging and kissing and connecting in every way.
Because it feels so damn good to be with him.
He reads my eyes and knows what I’m thinking. His exhales fall sharp and swift, and he kisses me, touches my face, his fingers shaking and flexing against my jaw.
“Danni.” A pained whisper. He shoves the crotch of my panties to the side and slides a finger through my wet heat. “So damn sexy.”
Each caress trembles through me, awakening an achy throb between my legs. I grip his shoulders and bite back a moan.
His breaths shorten as he unzips his jeans and frees his long, thick erection, holding my gaze.
I brace for a ruthless thrust. But instead of ramming inside me, he glides the underside of his cock along the slit of my soaked flesh. Over and over, he strokes his length against my pussy, teasing me, staring into my eyes, and running his tongue across my lips.
My feelings for this man are so absolute it’s impossible to not get lost in him. But he’s not the only one who dominates my mind.
I cut my gaze to the locked door and stiffen.
“He’s outside with David.” Cole grips the hair on the back of my head and forces my eyes to his. “Watch us, baby.”
He tips my chin down and grasps my hand, positioning my fingers around the base of him.
His skin burns to the touch, stretched tight and silky over rigid steel. He continues to work the underside of his length against my folds, slipping through the wetness and rubbing against my piercing. With each pass over my clit, he presses his fingers down on the flared tip to create a delicious grinding sensation against my sensitive nerves.
Pleasure sweeps through me, trembling my legs as we watch the movement of his beautiful cock. I don’t think I’ve ever been so captivated, so insanely turned on.
“I’m utterly consumed.” His labored breaths churn the air between us, and he rubs himself harder against me. Then he slips lower, presses against my opening. “I’ve been waiting my entire life for you.”
He seals his words with the push of his hips, sinking inside me with aching slowness. His fingers dig against my hipbone, and his mouth devours mine, kissing me until we’re both breathless.
He swallows my gasps, rocking into me at a hypnotically slow pace. “Every time you let me into your body, it feels like redemption. You’re my faith, Danni. My religion.”