Lily could do nothing to stop it. Her hands instinctively went to his chest with the intention of pushing him away. When she tried to do so she couldn't seem to apply any pressure. His body was hard and powerful, and hers gravitated closer as her lips parted. His mouth claimed hers, thoroughly, his tongue teasing hers. His hands moved over her bottom, squeezing it through her skirt, holding her against his hard hips so she could feel his erection growing.
I can't do this. Breathlessly, she broke free, and yet her hands still stroked across his chest and shoulders, learning him, her body pivoting on one heel and her hips locked against his. "You're just trying to embarrass me."
"No, not at all. I'm trying to make you relax."
"Yeah, right." Looking into his eyes she saw that he really meant it. Could it be true? Even if it was true, it didn't stop her being embarrassed. She shrugged his comment off. "Is this what you do to all of the witnesses under your so-called protection?"
He lifted her bodily, and turned her around, pressing her up against the wall in a flash, his hands sliding her skirt up the sides of her hips. "No," he said, voice husky and intimate, "but you're the only one who has ever come on to me before we were even introduced." His eyes flickered. "That makes you pretty damn memorable. Besides, you gave me an invitation I don't intend to let you revoke."
Christ, he was so full-on, and her body burned in response to his hands on her. "What the hell are you doing?"
He ducked down and planted a hungry kiss on her throat. "Touching you…everywhere I think you need to be touched." His hand was under the front of her skirt and it closed over her knickers, cupping the mound of her pussy and making her gasp aloud. He lifted his head, and nodded. "Oh yes, you're hot. You did enjoy it, didn't you?"
"I thought you were Adrian," she shot at him, annoyed, and then moaned involuntarily when he squeezed her pussy. The action took her breath away.
"So you keep saying."
Her clit burned and pulsed inside the hard cup of his palm, and she shifted from one foot to the other.
He moved one leg against the outside of hers, caging her in. "But it's me now, touching you, and your underwear is damp in my hand...how...shocking." He tutted mockingly while he massaged her pussy, ignoring her feeble, half-hearted attempts to push him away.
"You bastard." Her arms felt weak, and her head tipped back against the surface of the wall for balance. Her eyes closed as pleasure filled her groin, her core clamping, aching to be filled by that hard cock he had pressed against her hip.
Then he pushed his hand inside her knickers and one finger sank into her damp groove, brushing over her swollen clit. Her pulse beat wildly in response.
"Tell me you want me to stop, and I will." He paused, loosening his hold, teasing one finger along the damp, sensitive lips of her sex.
"I…" Her head rolled from side to side.
He roved deeper and stroked her clit.
Once.
Aching need shot through her.
Her core spasmed and she squirmed, her hips rolling. "Don't stop," she begged, unable to help herself. "Please don't stop..."