“I like this drink we’re having,” he said, his voice gravelly. “Let’s have some more.”
She nodded.
This time, he pushed her legs apart, making her dress ride further up her thighs, and stood between them before lifting the glass to her lips. He gazed at her mouth and set the glass on the bar with an audible clunk before they slammed together, their mouths hungry. Desire spiked within her as his hand slid up her inner thigh, grazing the edge of her silk thong, making her crazed.
“Okay, let’s go,” she said.
He gave her a rather smug look. “But we didn’t finish your drink, and it tastes so good.” He was dragging this out, playing with her like a lusty cat with a lusty mouse.
She grabbed his ass and pulled him close. “I changed my mind. Consent, desire, intent, all a go.”
He laughed, a low, wicked sound, as he pulled away just enough for her to make a mewl of protest. “That’s Josh.” His fingers unexpectedly slid under her thong and one long stroke made her shudder. “Who’re you with?” he prompted.
“Jake,” she gasped as his finger stroked unerringly to pleasure central. He made lazy circles, drawing further away from where she wanted him.
“Jake just wants proof that you’re ready and willing.” He held up one wet finger and sucked. Her breath shuddered out. Then he dragged that same finger over her bottom lip, past her teeth, and into her mouth. She tasted herself, and she liked it. She sucked his finger, watching his eyes dilate with desire.
He dropped his finger and kissed her again, his hands everywhere, his mouth hard and demanding. She wanted him in that desperate way she had the first time she was with him. She’d never wanted anyone like this before.
She tore her mouth away. “Jake. Yes. Ready, willing. Now.”
One corner of his mouth lifted. “But we didn’t finish your excellent wine.”
She grabbed the glass and drained it. He chuckled that low, knowing laugh of his that said he knew he had her. She didn’t care. She slowly licked her lips, tempting, driving him. He stopped smiling and grabbed her suddenly, pulling her off the bar stool. He pushed her dress up to her waist and lifted her, kissing her passionately. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, loving the friction of his hardness against her. He broke the kiss and walked with her toward the door.
“Wait,” she said, coming back to her reality. “Frank’s right there. The paps. You have to put me down.”
He palmed her bottom, the touch searing her bare skin. “They don’t want a shot of this fine ass?”
“That’s exactly what they want. Put me down.”
“But you feel so good. I wish I could do you here.” Still carrying her, still palming her ass. The movement of him walking made her rub against him so deliciously that for one crazy moment she wished he could do her here too.
“Good things come to those who wait,” she said.
He set her down. “You’re the good thing who’s going to come.”
“I like the way you think.” She grabbed his hand and dashed out into the hallway. Frank didn’t seem at all surprised by their sudden appearance, and her cheeks heated, wondering how much he’d heard.
“We’re heading back to the hotel,” Claire told Frank.
The three of them headed downstairs and then Frank hustled her to the car. She kept a firm grip on Jake’s hand, even as a couple of photographers leaned close to get the shot.
She and Jake were both quiet on the drive to the hotel. She was bursting with anticipation, turned on and not able to do anything about it for at least twenty minutes. She didn’t know why Jake was quiet. But his hand was firmly on her upper thigh. And his occasional looks over at her were full of promised seduction.
The moment they were alone in her suite, she launched herself at him. He caught her and kissed her with an intensity that made her breathless and dizzy.
“Which way to the bedroom?” he asked.
“Right, then left.”
“Got it.”
He found the master bedroom, brought her in, and shut the door behind them. “Put some music on.”
She kissed his neck, tasting him, sucking and biting. He was like the most delicious dessert. But this kind she could have as much as she wanted.
“Because of that cock block downstairs,” he said, tugging on her hair. “I need some noise besides you screaming in ecstasy.”
She stilled. “Screaming?” A shiver went through her at the dark promise in his eyes.
“You didn’t think I was going to go easy on you this second time, did you? That was Josh and Jenny. Gloves are off, baby.”