lips to gasp. I wrap my arms around his neck and fling myself against him, and then I lose all hope of ever ignoring him again.
I grind myself against his erection, and when I connect perfectly, I hump against Kent like he’s going to feed me until I’m full. I’m desperate in his arms. I’m sure I look like I’m attacking him, clawing and digging at him, but I can’t stop myself. I find his lips again and kiss him senselessly. His scent and heat wrap around me, cranking up my body temperature until I’m burning from the inside out. I can’t stop. The idea of having to stop makes me groan against his mouth.
“Raina,” he moans. But I grab his jaw and bring his lips back down, kissing him fervently. “Raina.” He struggles to free himself. “Can I help you?” he asks, breathlessly. “I know what you want.”
Hearing him when I feel like this is my undoing. “Kent,” I plead.
“My name on your lips is fucking perfect.” With a growl, he takes my mouth, making everything south of my navel tremble. He sucks on my bottom lip as his eyes hold my desperate gaze. His hand slides between my legs and I gasp when I realize what he’s going to do. I watch him unzip my shorts. “Look me in the eye,” he orders. “I want to see your eyes.”
I give him what he wants and bite my lip nervously.
“Don’t look anywhere else. Are you nervous?”
I nod.
“Don’t be,” he whispers, as his fingers slip under my shorts and massage me through my panties.
I moan in pure pleasure. It comes from a part of me that’s been starving for this.
Yes, I think. That’s what I wanted.
His touch moves over me through my panties, easing between my folds and melting me into a puddle. I grind against his fingers as they create their own insistent circle. It’s like I’m being guided by a part of me I didn’t know existed. I can’t even think straight. I have no idea how loud I am, how I look, or if Kent will ever want to see me again when we’re done. All I can feel is this pleasure, this dirty unrecognizable pleasure pulsing between my legs. It feels so wrong, but so damn good.
I reach up and grip his shoulders, burying my face in his neck as something unflinchingly erotic and intense moves through me. I bite my lip and dig my nails into him as my pleasure becomes a damaging spot in front of me. I focus on that spot until I’m screaming and writhing against him. Something amazing convulses between my legs and my excitement dampens my panties as his fingers circle my clitoris through the thin fabric. I cling to him as it builds, burns, and then takes me over.
For what feels like hours my orgasm tapers off and right when I think it’s done it convulses in my belly and I squeeze Kent as hard as I can. I’m falling apart, into his black eyes, and I love every single second of my demise.
His lips connect with my mine again and this time his kiss is deeper, more sensual. I reach up and run my fingers in his hair, feeling tired and boneless as we melt against one another. His erection is impossibly harder, pushing against my sensitive spot like an arrow searching for its target. I open my legs even wider for him, wanting to give that to him, but he breaks our kiss to growl when he presses against me.
He braces himself against the counter and attempts to calm himself. “Get down, zip your shorts back up, and go back to the table. I’ll be out in a minute.” He moves aside so I can move.
My legs feel like rubber when I land on them. My head is spinning. I can’t believe what we did, yet at the same time I refuse to forget it. I self-consciously zip up my shorts and look at him. “Kent,” I begin.
But he shakes his head. “Go, Raina. I’ll be out there soon.”
I reach for the door handle and exit the bathroom, feeling rubbery and confused. The sounds of the restaurant come hurtling back to me. When I go back to our table our soup still hasn’t arrived. We weren’t in there as long as I thought. I sit down numbly and try to wipe the smile from my face. My common sense is pissed off at me. My hormones are