“When I ate your pussy?”
She gulped. “Yes.”
“Was that your first time?”
“Might as well have been,” she sniffed.
“Don’t give me the details of his incompetence. What else have you always wanted?” I asked.
She stroked the stem of her wine glass. “I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do. Tell me what it is and I’ll give it to you,” I said with gravel in my voice – the same conviction I had when I told Cam he’d never work again. I liked using it for this purpose better. The sound got that pink in Lia’s cheeks that I liked, and it made her bite her lip as she shifted in her seat.
“I guess I’ve always wanted to feel a little risk. I’ve always wanted to fuck somewhere besides the bed. I’ve always wanted it… a little harder than he was willing to give.” She drew the tip of her tongue over her lips. “I’ve always wanted to try being on top.”
“Fucking Christ,” I groaned, signaling the waiter so I could ask for the check.
“Don’t you dare!” Lia giggled. The sound alone sent blood rushing to my cock. “We still have dessert. I’m not missing crème brulee.”
“Fine. You can eat it while I bend you over this table and lick your pussy.”
“Lukas! Not so loud.”
“I don’t care. I need to put my hands all over you.”
“And you can. Anywhere you want.” The naughty flicker in her eye made me groan. “You just have to wait till after dessert.” She was enjoying the power she had over me right now. It had me resentful and turned on at the same time.
“Apologies in advance,” I said as the server came to clear our plates.
“For what?”
“Ripping your dress tonight.”
She was quiet till the server left. “Well, you’ve already ruined my panties.”
Fuck, this girl. I bounced my knee and tugged my bottom lip. The sweetest, most fucking mischievous amusement bubbled from her lips as she watched me embody torment. For the enjoyment on her face, I planned on fucking her even harder tonight. I was going to have her clawing the sheets off her bed as she felt my balls pressed up hard against her ass.
If only she knew.
If only she knew how many times I’d fantasized about her. How many times I woke up already thinking about what I wanted to do to her, probably because I’d dreamt about her. Where else would I have gotten such vivid images of fucking her up against a wall?
“It’s delicious,” Lia murmured to the server when he came around to ask about the crème brulee. Ignoring mine, I watched her tap the burnt sugar of hers. I signed the check with my eyes trained on her lips. Just watching them wrap around the head of the spoon had my balls churning so hard I growled and got up.
“I can’t look at you anymore. I’m going to wait in the car,” I said. I heard that giggle again as I walked out.
Fucking hell. She was going to get it.
10
LIA
I crashed against my door, struggling with the keys as Lukas buried his face in the crook of my neck. From behind, he put his hands all over me, one gathering the skirt of my dress in a fist and the other yanking my panties down to my thighs.
“Lukas,” I gasped when with a short jerk, he tore the lace clean off my legs.
“Sorry,” he muttered into my neck, not sorry at all. My mouth fell slowly open as I felt his rough tongue on my skin and his fingers sliding between my wet folds. “Take your dress off.”
“Are you crazy?”