right now.”
My skin heats and I nibble my bottom lip. “That’s because I’m not.”
“Spread your legs.”
I force myself to hesitate even though I want to do exactly as he commands. “Shane,” I murmur. “We shouldn’t.”
He looks over my shoulder in the direction of the living room, understanding flashing across his handsome features. “I just want to look, Lily.”
I move haltingly, bracing my hands on the chair behind me and slowly spreading my thighs. It takes a little maneuvering to get around the table leg, which means I won’t be able to slam them shut. Knowing that makes this hotter. “Like this?”
“Yeah, baby girl, just like that.” He exhales slowly as if the sight affects him even now, when he’s had me in so many different ways. Almost like this is the first time we’ve crossed the line. He reaches down and ghosts his hand over my panties. Not quite touching, but I swear I can feel the heat of his palm through the lace.
I’m shaking from the need to move, shaking from desire. “You said you were just going to look.”
“That’s all I’m doing.” His gaze meets mine as he draws one knuckle down the center of my panties. “Oops.”
“Shane.” But I don’t try to stop him as he rubs my pussy through my panties. Just that slow drag of his knuckle over my slit and up to my clit and then back down again. “This isn’t what I agreed to.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
I make myself look over my shoulder at the doorway into the living room. It doesn’t matter that it’s empty, that neither of us have said his name. We both know what game we’re playing. “No,” I whisper. “Don’t stop.” I lick my lips. “It’s not like you’re really touching me, right? It’s just through my panties.”
His gaze flares hotter. “That’s right, Lily.” He roughly palms my pussy, pressing his fingers to my ass where the plug is and making me jump. “I’m not really touching you at all.” He pulses his hand, and I have to fight back a moan. “In fact…” Shane reaches up and idly knocks the deck of cards onto the floor at my feet. “Well, fuck. Better pick these up.”
I watch with wide eyes as he goes to his knees. He has to push my chair back to make room, and then he’s between my thighs, his big hands urging my legs wider. Shane holds my gaze as he presses an open-mouth kiss to my panties. I bite my lip hard to keep a moan inside. “Shane, you promised.”
“I’m not touching you.” He kisses me again, his tongue tracing my pussy through the lace. “I’m just picking up the damn cards.”
I slump back in the chair as he works me with his mouth. We’re both so quiet, as if there really is someone else in the house, as if we’re half a second from being caught. My panties are soaked, both from my need and from Shane’s mouth. “Someone will see.”
“Shh.” He drags the flat of his tongue over my clit.
“Shane.”
“Do you want me to stop?” The arrogant look in his eyes says he knows damn well that I’m half a second from digging my fingers into his hair and riding his face to orgasm.
“No. But… I thought you wanted to look.” I can’t quite catch my breath. “Don’t you want to see what you do to me?”
“Show me.” He moved back a few inches, barely enough space for me to get my hand between us.
“Promise you’ll only look.”
He gives me a long look. “I promise.”
Neither of us believe him. I reach down and hook my panties with my finger, towing to them to the side. We both exhale at the sight of my pussy. I’m so wet, I can see it in the fading light of the day. Shane blows out a long breath directly over my clit and this time I can’t stop a little moan from slipping free.
“Show me,” he growls. “Let me see every bit of that pretty pussy.”
I use my free hand to part my pussy, putting myself on full vulgar display for him. “Do you like what you see?”
“Let me have a taste, Lily.” He drifts a little closer. “Just a little taste. No one has to know.”
“Yes.” The word is barely more than a soft exhale, but he hears it all the same. I hold myself open as Shane leans in and drags his tongue over me. “Oh my god.” He does it