curled his sexy lips into a grin.
His hand slipped beneath the silky material, and he licked his lips as he groaned and she whimpered. “Damn, Sarah. I like how wet you are. If I weren’t sitting so far away I’d sink a finger into that saturated pussy and tease you until you agreed to wear my charm.”
Stupid table blocking his way. He barely brushed across her swollen clit, but it was enough to cause her to rock her hips as she sought out his finger. She needed him to touch her again, to release her from this frantic torment that he and he alone had somehow wound up in her in a manner of seconds.
“I bet there’s a wildcat inside that tight little body just growling to get out. Tell me, Sarah, have you ever been fucked by two men at the same time?”
The flames he had growing in her body ignited into an inferno, burning her from the inside out. She liquefied, and scorching juices coated her pussy.
He smiled and traced her lips with his finger. “You like my touch, don’t you, baby?”
Her nipples twisted and ached as they pushed against the fabric of her thin dress.
She shook her head.
“Answer me, and don’t lie, or you will be punished.”
A fine sweat broke out over her skin and tickled deliciously. Something told her Barrett Gideon was used to getting his way. Still, she wasn’t the type to give it so easily—another trait Ryan hated about her. Swinging her gaze up at him, she then snapped her knees closed and twisted in her chair as she thrust out her chin.
“No man tells me what to do.”
Shock and hunger blazed in his eyes. That look made him even sexier as he eyed her like she was his next meal. His gaze narrowed as he sat back in his chair. “As long as you wear my charm, this man does.”
The roughness in his voice sent her senses staggering like a drunk at closing time. She loved the way her body hummed when he talked and wanted to know what else her body would do under his command.
Her hands shook as she started to pin the broach to her dress.
“Wait.”
Was he already changing his mind? “What?”
“There’s something I need to do before you wear my charm.” He stood then and, without hesitation, swept Sarah into his arms, and lowered his lips to hers.
His kiss, possessive and demanding, flooded her senses as heat scorched every nerve ending. He pressed his chest against hers, pulling her in tighter and surrounding her with him. All of him. She was scandalously aware of his bulging erection pressing against her stomach and rocked her hips in response.
The sounds around them faded as their kiss deepened. A blistering chill washed up her spine when his large, calloused hands caressed her bare shoulders. His touch caused her nipples to tingle, her clit to throb and swell, and her knees to weaken. With every passing second her body readied itself for him and whatever he wanted to do next.
And what he did next had her ready to submit to whatever he wanted. His hand had found its way home and burrowed beneath her flimsy G-string. He slipped past the barrier and sank a finger into the aching entrance of her pussy.
She arched against him and pulled him closer as she rocked her hips back and forth, fucking his hand in her desperate need for release. It wouldn’t take much for him to send her right over the edge, he had her that close to an orgasm already.
He pulled out and eased his finger back in, taking his time and driving her crazy. She needed more. So much more.
“Please, Barrett.” She didn’t care that she begged for it and that she did it in front of the entire bar. She was going to die if he didn’t break this tension coiling around her, squeezing her, teasing her as her climax hovered just out of reach.
“Wear my charm.”
“Anything,” she whispered, her breath quickening. He crooked his finger inside her pussy and found the one spot her vibrator could never touch. “Oh, God.”
“Are you mine?” He pulled out and slowly sank his finger back into the depths