It felt like five years’ worth of suppressed feelings being lifted off my chest out of nowhere, because I hadn’t planned this, I’d just done it. To Iain’s face.
And it felt fucking amazing.
“Oh. And it turns me on when you’re mad,” I added quickly, with a snap of the fingers, as if that was a very crucial detail to this story. “So there’s that.”
For some reason, I enjoyed being blithe and bouncy as Iain stared at me, ever icy and serious, completely proving my point. His expression was stone even as he lifted his eyebrows with interest.
“What about it turns you on?” he questioned, a chill in his voice.
“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “I guess I think the madder you are, the harder you’ll fuck me.”
“What if I just don’t fuck you at all?”
“What? Like as punishment for being a bad girl?” I asked. When he gave no response, I smirked, feeling something wicked take over me. “Oh, I think I could change your mind,” I said reassuringly.
“And how would you do that?”
I detected the curiosity glinting in Iain’s eyes, and just like that I knew we were back on the same page. Playing the same game. He wasn’t pleased with me, no, but he still going to fuck me.
Apparently, that was just how it went with us.
“Oh, Iain!”
Brooke’s voice pierced sharply through our heated silence, a noise so sudden and unwanted that I had to laugh when she reappeared obliviously at our table.
“Oh my goodness, I was supposed to tell you the funniest story,” she said, facing only Iain as she went on about some friend of his who’d come in the other night, and something funny he did.
Lord.
She was so animated, so eager to recapture his attention that in the midst of gesturing with her hands, she flung her pen on the floor.
It rolled just under our table and as Iain bent to pick it up, I didn’t think twice, parting my legs the moment his gaze was at the level of my thighs—nice and wide to make sure he’d see what I wanted him to see.
I smiled at his noticeable pause.
My core muscles fluttered with anticipation as he came back up with the pen, handing it to Brooke then cutting his eyes sharply to me, with such a heavy look that Brooke peered back and forth between us for a few seconds and then excused herself, barely gone before Iain cocked an eyebrow and said, “Really.”
I feigned innocence. “What?”
“No panties tonight?”
I crinkled my nose. “They always get so wet around you. Figured I’d just skip them altogether tonight.”
“Careful.” His tone was cautioning as he leaned back in his seat. “Keep talking like that and I’ll bend that pussy right over this table.”
“Mm-hm. With all these people watching?”
“Get me harder and I will.”
I smiled broadly. “Now that’s the crazy Iain I’ve known and wanted since I was a little girl,” I said, laughing when he grimaced. “What did I say? ‘Little girl?’ God.” I shot him a look of part-real, part-teasing disbelief. “The age difference bothers you so much, doesn’t it? I know from Adam that you’ve backflipped off a sixty-foot cliff before. Of all the things Iain Thorn would be scared of doing, I didn’t think it would be having sex with a younger woman,” I said. Then I paused and cocked my head just so. “Or should I say a little girl?”
An unfamiliarly dark excitement brimmed in me as I actually watched my words gnaw through Iain’s last ounce of patience.
“You’re earning yourself a hell of a rough fuck tonight, Holland,” he said.
“Good thing you don’t scare me,” I countered.
And I meant it until he took his phone from his jacket and called his driver, his glinting stare fixed on me as they spoke.