Tangled (Playing With Fire)

“Ha. See?” He leaned across the table, wishing they sat next to each other so he could touch her. Feel her warm body pressed against his. “How about you call us lovers?”

Her gaze cut to his, dark eyes wide, lips parted. “There’s certainly no love between us. And only one orgasm. I wouldn’t constitute that as lovers.”

It was his turn to laugh. “You cut right to the quick, don’t you?”

“I’m just stating it like it is.” She shrugged, seemingly unapologetic, but the flush was still on her face, darker now.

Much like the flush that suffused her body when she came. He wanted to see that again. Tonight.

“Well my plan after this is to go back to my place and get you naked.” He paused, let his words sink in. “Do you have a problem with that?”

It was her turn to cock a brow. “Who says I’m interested?”

“Oh, you’re definitely interested.” He bet if he slid his hand between her legs he would find her soaked for him. “You just like to play it coy.”

Her eyes darkened, if that was possible and the little crease between her brows told him she was pissed. “God, you’re arrogant.”

“No, I know what I want. And I know what you want. What’s the point in trying to fight it?” Trevor reached across the table and grasped her hand in his, squeezing lightly. “Go into the bathroom and take off your panties.”

Her breath caught, he heard it and it made him smile. “Then I want you to touch yourself, gather up all that cream from your pretty little pussy and come back out. Let me have a taste,” he continued, dropping her hand so it fell softly to the table.

She didn’t move, could only stare, her heaving chest the only sign that she was aroused. He didn’t move either, challenging her to deny his request.

“You think you can just command me to do whatever you want?” Her voice was rough, shaky, and he swore he saw her body tremble.

“I know I can.” He was a demanding asshole sexually. He knew it, he’d always known it and as he got older, it only got worse. Some women didn’t like it. Every man he’d been with got off on it with the exception of Austin who was just as demanding. That had been half their battle, two strong and determined males trying to top one another, both literally and figuratively.

Trevor had a strong suspicion that Scarlett loved every blessed bit of his demanding attitude. She just didn’t want to admit it.

“I don’t like taking orders.” She pressed her lips together. “I never have.”

“Even when you know the reward will be worth it?”

“Will it?” Her voice dropped to a mere whisper, and he reached out, drew his fingers across the back of her hand. Her skin was soft, and he ached to touch her everywhere.

“I can guarantee it.” He flicked his head toward the back of the restaurant. “Go to the restroom. Now.”

She withdrew her hand from his touch and stood, her gaze sliding away from his. Straightening her shoulders, he watched as she walked away, her hips swaying deliciously with every step, her shapely ass shifting beneath the soft fabric of her dress.

Trevor breathed deep and leaned back in his chair, pasting a smile on his face when their waiter approached and cleaned the plates from the table. His cock was so hard it fucking hurt. He waited in breathless anticipation as she took her time, locked away in that bathroom for what felt like hours instead of minutes.

He was overreacting. He knew this. She was probably staying away on purpose just to drive him crazy. He had to admit he liked her defiance, the way she questioned him yet did what he asked anyway. She pushed his buttons as no other woman ever had and he fucking loved it. Wanted more of it.

Wanted more of her.

She suddenly appeared, walked toward the table with an effortless grace, her gaze locked on him. Her head was held high, fresh gloss coated her lips, her small purse clutched in one hand. He hadn’t even noticed that she had taken it, and he wondered if her panties were in there.

He wondered what color they were.

Scarlett slid into the chair, a little smile curving her lips. Without a word she held out her right hand, her index finger pointed in his direction—damp and glistening. His cock jerked in anticipation. He held her by the wrist, drew her hand closer and slowly licked her, his tongue swirling around her finger before he sucked it deep into his mouth.

Her taste melted on his tongue, musky and mysterious. He’d give anything to go down on her, bury his face in her pussy and lick her like there was no tomorrow. His entire body taut with arousal, he released his hold on her and backed away, settled himself in the chair.

“If I could, I’d eat your pussy right now. For dessert.” Her eyes flared at his words, and she shifted in her seat, her legs restless beneath the table.

“Stop it.” She glared at him then dropped her gaze, her bare foot reaching out to caress his ankle, her toes working beneath the hem of his jeans until she touched bare skin.

He jolted in his chair at her innocent touch, at the not