My Cone and Only (King Family #1) - Susannah Nix Page 0,79
aren’t you?” His voice came out in a rough growl, and his chest heaved from more than just the exertion of dancing.
My own breathing was as labored as his. “Is it working?”
“Yes.” His blue eyes blazed bright as a gas-powered flame.
I tried to look stern even as my insides melted into a puddle of molten desire. “Like you weren’t trying to torture me by dancing with every woman here before me.”
“I was saving the best for last.” His mouth curled in a playful smile, and he yanked me away from the dance floor so suddenly I stumbled into him. His arm wrapped around my shoulders as he guided me toward the bar. “I’m thirsty. Are you thirsty? Let’s get something to drink.”
“Okay.” My head was spinning too fast to do anything but follow him. I felt drunk, but it certainly wasn’t from the single beer I’d nursed over the last hour.
We got in line for the bar behind a group of chattering middle-aged ladies, one of whom I recognized from my aunt Birdie’s Bunco group. Wyatt’s arm stayed draped around my shoulders, and the heat radiating off him licked at my skin, making my whole body vibrate.
I glanced up and caught him staring at me with a greedy, dark look in his eyes. My stomach tightened, and I licked my lips.
His free hand clenched my arm, and he steered me out of the line and into the hallway that led to his uncle’s office.
“The bar’s back that way,” I said as my feet shuffled to keep pace with him.
“Is it?” He hurried us past his uncle’s closed office door. “Oops.”
An exit sign glowed above the junction at the end of the hall, pointing out the delivery entrance off to the left. As soon as we rounded the corner, he pushed me up against the wall and his warm, wet mouth covered mine. I moaned against his lips as his hands roamed over my body.
“Wyatt,” I growled when I felt him hike up my skirt.
“Andie,” he growled back, daring me to stop him. His fingers crept up my thigh, pushing my skirt up, and I shuddered, knowing we shouldn’t, but wanting it too bad to put a stop to it.
He shoved his hand under my skirt, and I whimpered as it traveled higher, closer to where I needed to feel him. As he watched me writhe, his lips tilted in a smile of satisfaction. When his finger brushed against my underwear, my head slammed back against the wall.
He cradled a hand around my skull as his fingers teased at the damp fabric between my legs. “I like you in dresses.” His voice was all smoke and gravel. “Easy access.”
I glared at him as pleasure mingled with frustration, my whole body rigid and my muscles trembling.
“You should wear dresses more often.” His fingers pushed my underwear aside, and we groaned in harmony as they slid inside me.
My hips jerked, desperate for more pressure and more friction. The fever burning in me threatened to short-circuit my brain, but a single lick of common sense remained to remind me of where we were and the dangerousness of what we were about to do.
I grabbed his wrist. “We can’t do this here.”
He blinked at me, glassy-eyed, before he seemed to register what I’d said. “Fine.” He removed his hand from my skirt. “Then we need to leave and go somewhere we can do it. Right now.” Wincing, he adjusted the inseam of his jeans.
I let out a breath as I smoothed my rumpled dress. “You left first last night. I should leave first tonight.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
“Make sure you hang around for at least ten minutes after I go, so people know we didn’t leave together.”
“All right.” His head continued to nod in frenetic jerks. “Go. Hurry.”
“Don’t follow me out of here in case anyone’s watching. Wait until I’m clear.”
“Oh my god!” He huffed impatiently, running a hand through his hair. “You’d think we were spies or something.”
“Hey, if you don’t care about getting caught, then we can walk out of here hand in hand and announce to the world we’re together.”
My irritation over our situation must have bled into my tone, because his eyebrows drew together, and he hooked a hand around the back of my neck. “You know I want to do that, don’t you? I’d do it in a heartbeat if I could.”
“Likely story,” I muttered, only half joking.
“Andie, shit.” He pressed his forehead against mine. “Tell me you believe that.”