For the nth time, Maria closes her eyes. She moans as she takes a bite of the confected pastry. My gaze fixates on her pert little mouth as my imagination takes me on a deliciously dirty path.
“You need to stop that.” My words rumble in the air; a low, warning growl that makes the table of grandmothers sitting beside us jump.
“Stop, what?” Maria looks up at me, all doe-eyed innocence, but that’s merely an act.
She’s been pushing my buttons all morning long. If she’s not careful, my iron-willed control will slip. I’m trying to be a professional here, whereas she’s doing everything in her power to make me lose control.
“Making those noises.” I cross my arms, serious about what I say.
“What noises?” Maria closes her eyes, takes a bite of beignet, and licks the powdered sugar off her lip with a succulent tease of her tongue.
I pick up a beignet. Like her, I close my eyes. Like her, I moan. Like her, I put my tongue to good use. I lick the powdered sugar the way I want to ravish her pussy.
Maria’s lids pull back. Her pupils dilate, turning her sapphire eyes black with lust. She places a hand in her lap and squirms.
“Stop that.”
“Stop, what?” I take another lick, flicking my tongue the way I’ll tease her clit when the time comes.
“Liam!” She whisper-shouts and glances around the nearby tables.
We’re starting to draw attention.
She may not be into public displays of affection, but I love them. Most of my exhibitionist days are behind me, but I’ll resurrect that side of myself if it means getting a rise out of my girl.
A pink flush rises from her chest, travels up her neck, and settles in her cheeks. Her cheeks deepen from pink to the prettiest rosy red.
“What?” I turn the confectioned pastry around and lick at a fresh section of powdered sugar.
“You’re making a scene.” She grabs at my wrist, trying to pull the pastry from my mouth, but I’m far stronger, and win that exchange. I lick the beignet like a devil intent on despoiling his prize.
In that little tug-o-war, I win.
Perhaps this is the best time to show her what that will mean when we’re alone?
I really should control myself. Put those urges on the back burner.
But why?
I’m too far gone, with too much pent-up sexual frustration boiling within me. No way am I going to behave. Not when she entices and delights, fanning the flames of my desire.
When I force her to tell me the top ten things on her list, it’s going to be the best moment of my life. I’m just waiting for the green light.
Christ, sweet innocent Maria Rossi made a list and titled it Green. That means there’s a yellow and a red list. Fifty shades of what-ifs spread between us.
“Fair is fair.” The thought of making her squirm, while I hold her down and turn those delicious moans into screams, fires up my pulse and sends licks of heat racing through my body.
Yeah, I’m a bit riled up.
We’ve been dancing around sex all night: first with that kiss at Rose Manor, then later on the dance floor where I taught her the joys of a bit of bump and grind. To my delight, she’s interested, and I can’t wait to explore our mutual attraction. I’ll leave nothing on her body unexplored. Between my fingers, my mouth, and my dick, I plan on staking my claim.
Maria Rossi is mine. That’s the beginning and the end of it, and if she doesn’t watch out, I’ll begin her demise right here and now.
A man can only take so much.
“What do you mean by fair is fair?”
“The way you’re eating that beignet is positively sinful.”
“I’m not …” Her cheeks turn a deeper shade of red.
“You, my sweet princess, are a horrible liar.”
“Am not.”
“Luv, it’s deliciously sinful watching you eat, but if you keep it up, I won’t be responsible for what comes next.”
“What comes next?” She flutters her lashes seductively.
“Other things.” I shift in my seat and make a quick adjustment of my pants.
“Other things?” The pink tip of her tongue flicks her pastry as she maintains eye contact with me. Yeah, she knows exactly what she’s doing.
“Yes. You’re pushing me.” I lift a brow suggestively, knowing she’ll back down.
Maria is interested, but she’s not bold enough to press.
“Really?”
Maria looks at the powdered sugar coating her index finger and sucks it into her mouth. Again, she maintains eye contact. It’s cute watching her step outside her comfort zone, and I think nothing of it until she pulls her finger out of her mouth.
She deliberately dips it in the pile of powdered sugar on the plate and lazily swirls her finger in the white powder until the first and second joints of her finger are coated in white. Maria lifts her finger to her mouth. With her seductive gaze locked on my eyes, she pushes out the pink tip of her tongue while I swallow a groan and shift in my seat.
“It’s not nice to tease. I’m warning you.”
“I’m not teasing.” Her tongue darts out, barely flicking the tip of her finger.
“I’m warning you.” My pants grow tighter by the second as my dick takes notice. Fucker is eager, and hungry.
“Warning me about what?” Those magnetic eyes will be my undoing. With her lashes fluttering suggestively, she draws the tip of her finger into her mouth. Her cheeks suck in as she takes her finger deeper into her mouth. “It’s a shame.”
“What’s a shame?”
“You mentioned needing a nap earlier.” She lets out a dramatic sigh. “Imagine what we could do if you were well-rested? I could show you the first item on my list.”
“You and that list of yours are going to be my undoing. As much as I’d love to see how far you’re willing to take this little game, we are on the clock.”
Maria grabs another beignet. “Look, if you want to take a nap, we take a nap. I get that you need sleep, but I’m …”
Holy fuck.
Grabbing Maria’s wrist, I haul her out of her chair.
“What—” Her luscious mouth parts, and I take advantage of the opportunity.
My lips crash down over hers, tasting the sweetness of her mouth as every nerve in my body vibrates with pent-up need. Maria grips my shirt and meets the ferocity of my kiss with her hot body and expert tongue. Gone are her tentative explorations from earlier.
I meet her heat, dealing relentless strokes as I claim her mouth. Her fingers reach up, curling in my hair—twisting, tugging, pulling. Christ, when did she start trembling?
I don’t fucking care. Not with the delicious moans spilling out of her mouth that scream all kinds of Yes! and Now!
Aware we’re in a very public place, I grab her hand and drag her away from the table.
My entire body aches to lick, to suck, and to take, leaving no part of her hot body unclaimed by my hungry mouth.
We make it as far as the street before I spin her around and back her up against a wall. Eager, needy, and hungry, I lean against her and cup her face. A groan vibrates deep in the back of my throat with the desire raging inside of me.
“If you don’t want this to go where we’re obviously headed, now is the time to say no.” I give her an out.