Burning Hunger by Tory Richards

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of his finger ran up and down the slit, wiggling deeper inside with
every stroke.
    Val was thankful when Justine and Karen got
up and left the table, totally oblivious to what was going on. She
exhaled a nervous breath, afraid that if she closed her eyes she’d
forget where they were. The last thing she wanted was to announce
the orgasm quickly building inside her. There was something so
forbidden and naughty about what they were doing in public.
    “God, I wish I could stick my tongue inside
you right now,” Chaz said, his breathing heavy. To make up for it
he circled the outer edges of her ear.
    Val shuddered. “Chaz…I don’t think this is a
good idea,” she whispered back. She began to look around the room,
made eye contact with Callie, smiled, and continued her search.
Thank God no one was looking at them, oddly anyway. “Maybe we
should go find that closet.”
    His chest rumbled with deep laughter. “Baby,
if I get up right now everyone in this room will know I have an
erection. You want me to humiliate my parents?” His finger found
her clit and he flicked over it without mercy.
    Val sucked in her breath and dug her nails
into his arm. Ohmygod, he’s going to make me come, right here in
this chair. “Chaz…” The taboo of the moment was nearly
overwhelming. She’d never done anything so brazen, or exciting
before. The pool and dance floor didn’t count, and they didn’t
compare to having an orgasm in the middle of a wedding
reception.
    “Come for me, honey.” He kissed her cheek.
“I promise I’ll be here for you.”
    Val tried to focus her glazed eyes but it
was impossible to see through the haze of desire blinding her.
Every stroke of his finger brought her closer to heaven. She could
read between the lines as good as anyone, but she had to be sure
she didn’t misread the sincerity in his husky tone. She had to be
sure.
    “You will?” she asked weakly, using every
ounce of strength she possessed not to move her hips with his
movements. She tried not to notice that waiters were moving from
table to table, filling everyone’s champagne glasses for the
official toast, aware that if she was going to let go it had better
be soon.
    “Yes, don’t you know that by now? I’m not
going anywhere, honey. Besides, you’ve ruined me for other
women.”
    Val’s soft chuckle quickly turned into a
sound of pleasure as she let herself go, unleashing the climax
gripping her body…and soul, secure in the knowledge that Chaz would
be there for her, that he wouldn’t let her crash without the
protection of his strong arms. As she exploded in bliss and her
gaze locked onto his, it dawned on her that she felt something
else, something stronger. I love him! Tears filled her eyes
with the depth of her emotion, while her lower body twitched and
shook around his embedded finger. It was too much for her to
handle.
    “What is it, baby?” His tone was tender,
deep with concern.
    Val shook her head. “No-nothing,” she could
barely speak for the lump in her throat. So this is what love
feels like. And what a time to discover it!
    Chaz removed his hand from beneath her
skirt, and before Val could prepare herself he pulled her out of
her chair and onto his lap. It didn’t seem to matter where they
were. He wrapped her in his strong arms and held her against his
chest. He hadn’t been kidding about his hard-on.
    “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” he
asked above her head.
    “That’s just it, nothing is wrong.” Except
that I’ve fallen for you. “I just realized how…how much you mean to
me.” Since he was holding her sideways against his chest she was
able to see the lower half of his smiling face. A glance around the
room showed Val they were drawing attention. She pulled away from
Chaz to look into his eyes. “People are starting to stare.”
    “Let them.” He reached up and wiped a tear
away with his thumb. “Does it bother you that we have feelings for
one another?”
    Val stared into