A moan escaped me. His fingers played me, hitting all the right notes, and I had to bite my lips to keep the evidence of sexual pleasure from showing on my face.
“Good, right?”
“Mhmm.” I nodded. wondering if anybody else could tell what he was doing, if they could see the way my skin had flushed, the way my body moved to meet the sweet ministrations of his fingers.
I took another bite and washed it down with a desperate gulp of my cocktail. Jason was driving me crazy, yet he looked completely calm, like he was doing something as tame as reading a newspaper. How did he do it?
I tried to school my expression, but the pleasure was just too intense. I bit back a moan and looked at Jason with imploring eyes.
He smiled and raised his drink to his lips. “I want you to come,” he said.
“Here?” I bit back another moan.
“Why not?” He slid a finger inside me then drew it out and lavished attention on my clit. “I intend to finish what I started.” He smiled. “Let it go, honey.”
I closed my eyes as my body weakened under his touch. People were talking at their tables, walking around, minding their business. How could they not see that I was going to fucking come at any moment?
“Refill?”
Jason nodded at the waiter, still fingering me while my drink was replaced. The waiter gave me a curious glance, but I barely noticed. I was beyond shame or embarrassment. Jason offered me a napkin, and I mutely wrapped my hand around it even as my vision blurred.
His fingers moved faster, more deliberately, long fingers moving in and out of me, his thumb teasing the little nub of flesh that was close to exploding with pleasure. My hips tightened and my body stiffened, jerking as I came, my cry of release only barely swallowed up by the napkin I held to my lips.
I gasped, trying to catch my breath. “Oh my God,” I said weakly. My legs were shaking, and my whole body felt…alive.
Jason laughed and lifted his finger to his lips, tasting me as he had promised he would. “You have no idea how sexy you look when you come.”
I exhaled. Fucking hell. “Now everyone here knows how sexy I look when I come.”
He shrugged, speared a cold cut on his plate, and brought it to his lips. “Think about that the next time you decide to leave home without your panties on.”
I bit into the slice of chocolate cake. It was as delicious as Jason had said. “Maybe I’ll do it more often,” I replied. “Maybe I liked knowing that at least one person in this lounge knew exactly what your fingers were doing to me under the table.”
He made a sound like a growl then set down his glass and got to his feet. “Come on, we’re leaving.”
There was no mistaking the intent in his eyes. I considered teasing him about staying to finish my food, but I wouldn’t have put it past him to drag me out of my chair—not that I would have minded. I adjusted my dress and stood, taking his hand.
Outside, his car soon arrived, and we got in. He started to drive. Apart from the gentle hum of the engine, the car was quiet. His long fingers curved around the wheel as he drove—quiet, sexy, focused.
I liked that all of his attention was on getting me home to his apartment so he could take his pleasure and give me mine. I liked how serious he was when it came to the pleasure our bodies created together. It was arousing as hell.
“Your finger game is on point, by the way,” I quipped, breaking the silence.
He laughed softly. “Wait till you see my dick game.”
“I have”—I grinned—“and it’s right there at the top too.”
“Oh Daphne.” He was still laughing softly. “You’re really something else.”
After a few minutes, he turned into the parking lot of his building. The jokes had eased some of the sexual tension, but it was still there, and as we rode up to his floor, the air felt heavy with the expectation of what was coming.
Was it always going to be like this? This raging hunger to feel him inside me again and again until both of us were exhausted? I couldn’t keep my hands off him even if I tried, and I didn’t want to.
“Drink?” he asked once we were inside his spacious apartment.
I shook my head. I was thinking of the last time I was there, the first night I’d spent with him and the sensual weekend that followed. The memories heightened my anticipation.
“So, what do you want to do?”