The Satin Sash

Stopping their conversation abruptly, Heath signaled at the offerings once the waiter left. “Do you like caviar,Toni?”

“As a matter of fact, I do,” she said primly.

Before she could pluck up a toast point, Heath dipped his middle finger into the plate full of crème fraîche and lifted his creamed finger to her mouth.

“Lick.”

She fought the staggering impulse, remembering Grey’s test, how she was fully determined to pass with flying—

“Lap it.”

She gazed into burning amber eyes when he spoke, the urge to please him intense. She’d liked to think it was mutual, the way Grey seemed intent on pleasing her, the way she craved to please him.

Into her ear, he poured his hot whisper. “Baby,” he purred, “I said, lap it.”

Her cunt squeezed. And she found herself trembling with eagerness as she turned her head and snaked out her tongue, tasting the cream, feeling it melt against the roof of her mouth.

Heath rammed his finger inside her mouth, making her suck it. The pleasure was so great, so shocking, her eyes fluttered shut. Giddy sensations trickled through her as she explored with her tongue, tried to separate the man from the cream, isolate the taste of Heath Solis.

She was loath to stop once she licked off the last drop from his long finger. He stroked her tongue with the pad, awakening little nerves she’d never known existed. Her heartbeat elevated to alarming speed. She’d never been so thrilled, so aroused in public.

Heath pushed his face so close she inhaled his sweet, fruity breath. “That’s going to be my cock.”

Thrown into a daze by his bold, entirely too thrilling words, she watched him sink two fingers into the caviar like a spoon. Before she could pull herself together, he dipped his fingers into her mouth. The salty sevruga spilled over her taste buds. And she pretended it was his cock—that surely massive, velvety thing he could pleasure her with.

Tongues of fire licked her insides as she suckled. She reached under the table for Grey. Nothing could get her so excited, so damp, than feeling him aroused. Her pussy wept when she found him with her hand. His swollen cock pushed his pants up into a tent, and she created friction by sliding the heel of her palm up and down the length. His entire body was utterly still except for his hips, slowly moving with her, dancing to her hand.

A perverse bliss flitted through her as she watched Heath’s expression as he fed her. His thick-lashed eyes were barely open, and his features were stretched taut. Then she turned to Grey. Never had she seen that carnal eroticism on his face. She could feel his arousal like an incoming tornado. He was ready to take her. She gazed at his mouth, hungrily wanting.

He had such sensually curved lips, lips to pleasure her, love her, and god, how good that scorching mouth felt on her nipples, her lips, her pussy. Desire raged through her bloodstream. Dangerous. Reckless. He could take her right here, and she might not even care that they would be watched.

She reluctantly let go of Heath’s thick, luscious fingers, and licked a stray drop of cream from the corner of her lips. Grey’s eyes caught the move and his irises transformed to the color of twenty-four-karat gold.

He set his wineglass aside and circled her nape with his hand. “Your mouth drives me crazy.” When he drew her forward and his scalding mouth covered hers, ecstasy ripped its claws into her. His tongue worked hers, suckling, pleasuring, taking with such force, she realized this play had ignited him.Then he was biting at her bottom lip, nipping at her jaw, roughly nibbling on her earlobe. “Say it and it’s yours.Tell me what you want and it’s yours.”

“No.”

He stabbed her with his tongue again, and she latched on to his mouth and sucked him deeper into hers, shuddering uncontrollably as his passion roared through her.

He broke away. “Open to me.” She tensed as his hand brushed up the length of her bare thigh, his expert fingers sliding under the hem of her dress.

His thumb skated across her cleft, and she turned her head to his shoulder, burying her face there with a wanton whimper. “People can see.”

“Nobody’s looking at you but me and Heath.”

She muffled her haggard breaths in his collar, helpless against the delicious, tight press of his thumb into her clit.“Take me someplace else.”

Where he massaged the hardened clit through her panties, the tissue flared. She clamped her thighs together and gritted her teeth to fight the soaring sensations.

But he would not take no for an answer, his hand digging into the crevice of her legs with single- minded purpose.“Let me in. Let me touch you. Show me how wet you are.”

His words vibrated through her in a lust wave, and she pulled his head down to her lips and plunged her tongue into his ear.“I’m drenched. So drenched.”

He dropped his head to her shoulder as though he couldn’t hold it up anymore, reverently saying, “Baby.”

And just like that her thighs spread apart, craving what he would do. Once he found the source of her moisture, he tugged the fabric aside and eased his longest finger inside the welcoming sheath. She felt her spine arch against the backrest, her entire body wanting to buck up for more.

Their booth was mercifully secluded, but she occasionally caught sight of busy waiters that passed. Thoughts of being seen like this had her coiled like a spring.