inside your pants. And your panties. And then inside you.”
She shivered. The fierce light in his eyes intensified. He’d felt it. And damn it, that was unacceptable.
“You’re freaking me out,” she whispered, and she could only hope he’d think it was because she was alarmed, and not knocked breathless. “We don’t have that kind of relationship.”
“Relationships change, and you know this as well as I do. You know this, because you’re the one who asked me what I would do if we weren’t in public.”
Damn it. He had her there.
“You should know that’s not all I’d do to you,” he went on when she didn’t answer. “Do you want to know what else I’d do, Sass?”
She froze, looking into his eyes. She wanted to know. She burned to know.
But they were at a crossroads. She could feel it with every nerve in her body. Their coexistence, as they knew it, hung in the balance, and she didn’t know which way to go.
Except…
She really wanted to know what he’d do.
A faint shadow of disappointment moved across his expression, and he began to turn his head away. Her hand was up and holding him in place without her telling it to, but that was all right. She’d made her decision.
Insane and sleep-deprived as it was.
“Tell me,” she whispered no more than a breath from his mouth. “Tell me everything.”
The hand at her knee tightened, and that mesmerizing glitter in his eyes came back with a vengeance. “I would keep you here in my lap while I worked you, Sassy. I would work you until your body melted, until you’d help me give you pleasure by riding my hand. I’d work you until you’d be moaning and panting and begging me for more. But I wouldn’t let you have more until you said my name like it meant something to you. Until you’d convinced me that you knew I was the one making you feel that good. Only then would I stroke you so hard and fast you’d come for me in a way that neither of us would ever forget.” As he spoke, the hand at her back began to press her closer, until she was half-lying on his chest. “So the way I see it, holding you as innocently as I am now, when in my head I’m finger-banging you until you’re screaming my name, I think I’m being a pretty fucking amazing gentleman.”
With her lungs shrinking to the size of raisins and her gaze held mercilessly by his, Sass was suddenly aware of three all-important points. One, Rude hadn’t saved her seat for the sole purpose of landing her right where he wanted her. Two, She would never be able to control him the way she’d controlled every other adult relationship she’d ever had. And three, he had the power to make achy, wet heat surge between her legs just by talking to her. That was something she hadn’t even thought was possible.
Oh, and four. The growing hardness against her hip was becoming impossible to ignore.
“I’m in a lot of trouble with you, aren’t I?”
“If by trouble you mean you’re the luckiest woman in Chicago, then yeah. You are.”
If only he couldn’t back that swagger up with rock-solid truth. But he did, so there was no point in arguing. “You causing that kind of trouble for me is part of the reason why I couldn’t sleep last night.”
“Did thinking about me keep you awake?”
He didn’t have to look so smug about it. “The thing is, you’re not playing fair. Before you kissed me, I knew the place you had in my life. So did you.”
“I didn’t have a place in your life.”
“So you understand my point.”
“And you’re missing mine.” He settled more deeply into the chair, causing her to flat-out lounge on him. Her free hand came up to brace against what felt like the world’s most perfect pec, and it took all her strength not to give it an experimental squeeze. “I know exactly what my place was in your life. It was nowhere. I was that guy you avoided at family get-togethers. The man you refused to dance with at Scout’s wedding. The former foster brother
She shivered. The fierce light in his eyes intensified. He’d felt it. And damn it, that was unacceptable.
“You’re freaking me out,” she whispered, and she could only hope he’d think it was because she was alarmed, and not knocked breathless. “We don’t have that kind of relationship.”
“Relationships change, and you know this as well as I do. You know this, because you’re the one who asked me what I would do if we weren’t in public.”
Damn it. He had her there.
“You should know that’s not all I’d do to you,” he went on when she didn’t answer. “Do you want to know what else I’d do, Sass?”
She froze, looking into his eyes. She wanted to know. She burned to know.
But they were at a crossroads. She could feel it with every nerve in her body. Their coexistence, as they knew it, hung in the balance, and she didn’t know which way to go.
Except…
She really wanted to know what he’d do.
A faint shadow of disappointment moved across his expression, and he began to turn his head away. Her hand was up and holding him in place without her telling it to, but that was all right. She’d made her decision.
Insane and sleep-deprived as it was.
“Tell me,” she whispered no more than a breath from his mouth. “Tell me everything.”
The hand at her knee tightened, and that mesmerizing glitter in his eyes came back with a vengeance. “I would keep you here in my lap while I worked you, Sassy. I would work you until your body melted, until you’d help me give you pleasure by riding my hand. I’d work you until you’d be moaning and panting and begging me for more. But I wouldn’t let you have more until you said my name like it meant something to you. Until you’d convinced me that you knew I was the one making you feel that good. Only then would I stroke you so hard and fast you’d come for me in a way that neither of us would ever forget.” As he spoke, the hand at her back began to press her closer, until she was half-lying on his chest. “So the way I see it, holding you as innocently as I am now, when in my head I’m finger-banging you until you’re screaming my name, I think I’m being a pretty fucking amazing gentleman.”
With her lungs shrinking to the size of raisins and her gaze held mercilessly by his, Sass was suddenly aware of three all-important points. One, Rude hadn’t saved her seat for the sole purpose of landing her right where he wanted her. Two, She would never be able to control him the way she’d controlled every other adult relationship she’d ever had. And three, he had the power to make achy, wet heat surge between her legs just by talking to her. That was something she hadn’t even thought was possible.
Oh, and four. The growing hardness against her hip was becoming impossible to ignore.
“I’m in a lot of trouble with you, aren’t I?”
“If by trouble you mean you’re the luckiest woman in Chicago, then yeah. You are.”
If only he couldn’t back that swagger up with rock-solid truth. But he did, so there was no point in arguing. “You causing that kind of trouble for me is part of the reason why I couldn’t sleep last night.”
“Did thinking about me keep you awake?”
He didn’t have to look so smug about it. “The thing is, you’re not playing fair. Before you kissed me, I knew the place you had in my life. So did you.”
“I didn’t have a place in your life.”
“So you understand my point.”
“And you’re missing mine.” He settled more deeply into the chair, causing her to flat-out lounge on him. Her free hand came up to brace against what felt like the world’s most perfect pec, and it took all her strength not to give it an experimental squeeze. “I know exactly what my place was in your life. It was nowhere. I was that guy you avoided at family get-togethers. The man you refused to dance with at Scout’s wedding. The former foster brother
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