“If you keep touching me, I-I don’t know how I’ll stop it.”
“You can’t.” I could get her off in seconds. The signs are all there. She’s primed. She’s ready. But I have another plan. “And god, you’re so fucking sexy.”
Head tossed back, she lifts to my hand. “You make me feel that way.”
Though she’s panting, I hear wonder in her tone. She’s never felt particularly sexual or desirable—something else I’d like to punch Thom for.
I kiss my way up her neck and murmur in her ear. “You going to let me touch more of you?”
“Yes.”
With a moan and another brush of her clit, I glide my palm down her thighs, toward her knees, then completely withdraw my hands from under her skirt.
“W-what are you doing?”
She’s too polite to ask why I’m not making her come now. “There’s so much of you I haven’t explored yet, honey. And I think the guy in the corner was watching me touch your pussy. I don’t want him seeing your pleasure or anything under your skirt. Tonight, that’s mine.”
“But—”
“I’ll continue once it’s safe,” I murmur, gripping her hips. “If we don’t give that perv a reason to look at us, something else will distract him. Just give it a few minutes…” Which will give her time to cool down.
Before I start ramping her up again.
“Okay.”
Her voice tells me she’s wondering where I’m going with this scenario, but she’s playing along. I’ll take it. She might have denied being a dirty girl, and she might lack the experience. But the instincts are there.
“Don’t worry, honey. Nothing I want more than to watch you come. But I think, until then, I can touch you in other ways without anyone seeing…” I murmur as I lift my hands to the button at her nape. The moment I inhale, I smell her tang on my fingers. My mouth waters. My desire revs. I want her on my tongue.
Patience. Stick to the plan.
My fingers shake as I work the pearl button free from its mooring. Then I slide the fabric apart, spreading both ends toward her shoulders. The keyhole back expands to reveal exactly what I was looking for—the clasps of her matching pink bra.
With one hand, I unhook the three metal catches. With the other, I wrap my fingers around her throat and lean her head back until I’m whispering in her ear. “Take your bra off under your dress. Can you do that? Slide one strap down your arm at a time and slip it free. Don’t let anyone see.”
“Trace…”
When she cocks her head in my direction, I tighten my fingers around her jaw. “What? I’ll block you with my body, but do it quick, while the guy in the corner is busy and the bartender has his back turned.”
Masey hesitates. “Okay.”
But she does exactly what I ask, sliding the delicate pink strap free from one arm before shrugging the dress back onto her shoulder. She repeats the process on the other side, then slips the wiry pink contraption through the other armhole and quickly adjusts the dress back into place. I pluck the bra from her grasp. It’s still warm from her body. It even smells like her, somehow beachy and coconutty and fresh. The cups hint at breasts that will definitely fill my hands.
I can’t wait.
After dropping the garment to the floor, I gather the closure of her dress around her neck again, bringing the ends together.
She gasps as the silk brushes her sensitive nipples. Then she melts back into me.
I smile. Masey’s response is exactly what I anticipated.
“Feel good?” I ask, though I know it does.
“Yes. And unexpected.”
“You’re sitting at a bar with a man you just met, wearing a pretty, perfectly respectable dress—and absolutely nothing on underneath. Want to tell me again you’re not a dirty girl? We both know I can touch any part of you now. And something else I know? You won’t stop me.”
“It feels so wrong.” Her voice trembles. “But so good.”
“Mmm, honey. I think the guy in the corner is busy hitting on the cocktail waitress. I want to see how else I can touch you without anyone noticing.” I slip my hand into the keyhole back, smooth my palm over her shoulder, down her ribs, then slide around her body until I’m skimming my way up her abdomen and cradling her breast in my hand.