Kaylah narrows her eyes on her brother. “Why don’t you come over here and say that?”
Both of Jackson’s hands fly up in surrender. “Reel in the claws, kitty. Your bitch is showing.”
“Seriously?” Jesse scolds Jackson with a heavy groan. “Don’t rev her up. I’m the one who’s going to have to hear about it later and believe me, it’s not going to be pretty.”
“Oh, my god,” mom groans. “Would all you idiots shut up? You’re ruining Tora’s night.”
“No, really,” Tora laughs. “Let them bicker. It takes the attention off me.”
“Don’t be silly,” Tora’s mom tells her. “This is your night. The attention is supposed to be on you.”
“You know I hate it,” she says.
“Tough luck,” I grumble beside her. “Tonight is yours and nothing you say or do is going to change that. Look around you,” I add. “All these people are here because they love you and want to celebrate this awesome thing you’ve just done. Don’t let them down, let them fawn all over you for a night. Live it up.”
Tora rolls her eyes and just like that, she gives in because no matter how she feels about the spotlight being on her, she’d never let anything get in the way of making her friends and family happy. And if letting them dote on her for a night is what’s going to do that, then that’s what she’s going to do.
“You suck,” she murmurs beside me, knowing I just exploited her weakness.
“You can punish me for it later.”
“Oh, I intend to,” she tells me, instantly making a hundred different scenarios play through my mind, each and every one of them a different way I can take her. I’m thinking on the dining table tonight. Maybe in the shower too. Hell, I better hit every room of the house as it’ll be the last night she ever lives there. We’ve got to farewell the place properly.
A laugh bubbles up her throat as she looks at me and shakes her head, seeing the desire in my eyes. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Nathaniel Ryder.”
A grin rips across my face. “Can’t help it,” I tell her. “Not where you’re concerned.”
“Tell me,” she says quietly beside me, for only me to hear. “What do you plan on doing to me tonight?”
My hand slides up her leg and I watch her suck in a breath the closer I get to the promised land. She catches it right before it slips down between her thighs. “Trust me,” I murmur, desperately wanting to nuzzle my face in that soft skin of her neck. “It’s not a conversation you’re prepared to have here.”
“I can take it,” she tells me.
“Oh, believe me, I know you can take it,” I say. “What you can’t do is sit here for the rest of the night pretending you’re not thinking about it. Wanting it. Needing it.”
Her thighs press together, locking our hands between them, needing to release the ache my words have stirred up within her. “Shit,” she groans as the desire starts to pour out through her eyes.
I can’t help it.
I can’t see my girl desperately needing something and not give it to her.
My hand pulls free of her clenched thighs and I watch her reaction as my fingers curl around the hem of her skirt, bunching up the fabric and sliding it up her leg. Her eyes widen, realizing exactly what I plan to do.
She shakes her head with wide eyes, terrified of being caught, but the intense desire is still there, only getting stronger. When she bites down on her bottom lip, I know she can’t resist any longer.
My hand slides down under the lacy thong which I know she wore solely for my benefit. Her hand remains resting on top of mine and when my fingers push between her folds and run across her clit, her nails dig into my skin. When my fingers push deep inside her, it takes everything she’s got not to scream out.
I start working her body the way I know she likes. I watch her trying her hardest to keep cool, smiling and laughing along with the conversation flowing around the table while beneath it, she’s going wild with desperation.
I feel her walls starting to contract around me and the harder her nails dig into my skin, the closer she becomes. I push down on her clit and slowly massage it, loving the way her body reacts to my touch.
She explodes.
Her walls clench down around my fingers, desperately trying to hold them captive while her legs begin to shake. Her claws retract from my skin but don’t be fooled, the second she catches her breath, they’re right there again as she rides out her orgasm.
Tora’s eyes meet mine as I slip my fingers out of her. There’s nothing but shocked relief and astonishment in her eyes, still not wanting to believe that just happened at the dinner table, surrounded by our friends and family. A smile pulls at her lips and she’s trying her hardest to keep from bursting out.