And she should have known he wasn’t really offering to help. He grabbed another cube of ice then he slipped it up inside her. She groaned loudly. Too loudly. Mortified, she placed her hand over her mouth as she realized that other people had to have heard her. Gray just grinned then looked up as the waitress approached.
“Everything okay?” the waitress asked. Well, she asked Gray. Lacey seemed to be invisible to her. Not that she much cared. Right now, she’d very much like to be invisible. As the ice melted, the sensation of coolness against her overheated insides disappeared.
Gray looked straight at her as he spoke.
“I’d like some more ice please.”
***
By the time brunch ended, and she wouldn’t have eaten a thing if Gray hadn’t fed her, Lacey was feeling so turned on she didn’t know how she was going to walk. Gray took her arm, leading her from the restaurant. She felt like she was in a daze. She whimpered as she moved too fast and shards of pleasure raced through her body.
“Easy, baby,” Gray told her. “Just a few more feet.”
“Why did you park so far away?” she groaned.
“Because it’s more private back here.”
What the hell did that matter? He opened her door, but as she went to sit inside, he grabbed her hips, turning her, so she faced the passenger seat. “Spread your legs and hold onto the doorframe.”
No, he wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
But as he stepped in close to her, shielding her back with his body, she felt him raise the back of her skirt, and she knew he totally could and would.
“Gray, we can’t. Someone could walk past.” A little thrill went through her even as she protested.
“Then you’ll have to be very quiet, so you don’t draw any attention to us, won’t you?” he murmured. “I can’t leave you in this much need, can I?”
Didn’t seem to bother him before. But as he reached around and pressed his finger against her clit, her protests turned to soft whimpers of need. She pushed her hips back against him, rocking them slightly as he gently circled her clit then flicked it. With his free hand, he cupped her breast then pinched her nipple.
“I parked back here because it’s more private,” he whispered in her ear. “But that doesn’t mean that someone couldn’t walk past and see me with my hand under your skirt, that they might not get a glimpse of your bare ass or the way I’m pinching your tight nipple. But I think that just adds to the fun for you, doesn’t it?”
She shook her head, but even as he said the words her passage clenched with need.
A sharp smack landed on her ass and she groaned as the pain seemed to only intensify the ache in her clit.
“Don’t lie to me.”
She tried to deny it, even as she felt her orgasm build. He increased the pressure, moving his finger faster, and her orgasm hit. It swept away any lingering doubts or thoughts. Everything paused for a moment, and there was complete silence. All that existed was that finger against her clit and the pleasure. Completely and utterly delicious pleasure.
When she came down from her high, she realized she was slumped back against him.
Her skirt was down, thank God, but he had his hand cupped around her breast and was lazily stroking her still taut nipple. She shuddered slightly.
Damn, he was good.
“Ah, there you are.” He turned her around, cupping her face between the palms of his hands. “You’ve come back to me.”
She licked her dry lips. “I can’t believe we just did that in the parking lot of a restaurant. What if someone saw? What if they have cameras?”
“Hey, don’t panic. I’ve eaten here plenty of times. There are no cameras in the back of this place, and people very rarely walk back here.”
How many times had he done this? Brought a woman here so he could play with her this way? The thought was dark and unwelcoming. She didn’t want to think of him with another woman. She wanted him all to herself.
“What was that thought?”
She attempted to turn away. “I think we better get going. I have other things I need to do today.”
“Oh, no, you don’t. You don’t get to shut me out or turn away. I believe I’ve already gone over the whole communication thing. I want to know what that thought was. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good.”