She gasped when she felt how hard I was. “I have to meet Jett at one, Jax.”
“And I finally have you near a bed that’s mine, Whitfield.”
She started to turn to face me but I grabbed her wrists and shoved her hands up above her onto the window.
I bit her ear. “This is nonnegotiable, Sweet Sin.”
Her ass ground into my dick before she whispered, “We don’t have a lot of time and this isn’t us getting over anything or being friends. It shouldn't be happening.”
I chuckled. “You sounded like you were ready for it to happen the other night on the phone.”
She groaned and wiggled her hips again. “Keep your hands on that glass, Whitfield.”
She nodded and I let go of her wrists to explore her body. “This fucking dress …”
“It's terrible, isn't it?”
“Terrible because every man wants to fuck you in it.”
The slit in the back of the skirt gave me enough access to slide it up just enough that she didn't have much space to move freely but I could slide my hand between her thighs.
“Why the fuck aren't you wearing panties?”
“Jax ...” she sighed as I rubbed her clit and felt how wet she was for me.
“Answer me, Whitfield.”
I rolled her clit between two fingers and pinched.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
I smiled, liking how out of control she got right when I touched her, how I could draw her attention to her lack of it. “If you can't answer the fucking question, I'm happy to stop.”
She panted and blurted out, “Panty lines. The dress is tight and …”
“Too fucking tight,” I ground out and whipped the zipper down her back with the other hand. It loosened enough for me to wrap my arms around her shoulder and slide my hand into her bra.
When I pinched her nipple, she shook like she might combust.
I pulled away.
“Jax!” she yelled and snapped her eyes from the view to me. They were so fucking green in that moment, I could have written a song about the damn vividness of the color.
I almost stopped everything to try to capture that damn look, this woman, with words in a song. That scared me enough to shake me into commanding what I knew would be a moment I'd never forget.
“Take the dress off so I can see what I do to you.”
Her lips rolled between her teeth and her hair slid over her shoulders as she grabbed the sides of the dress and slid it down over her hips. It fell to the floor and she was left with a white lace bra and her black heels.
“Leave the shoes on, lose the bra.”
She didn't move. “What about you?”
I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly and took my dick in my hand to stroke it in front of her. “That's all you get, Sweet Sin. If I want to take my clothes off, then I will. You, on the other hand, will do what I say.”
She glared at me but I saw her eyes flick to my cock and her nipples pucker. When I glanced down at them and arched a brow, she crossed her arms over her chest. “Is this what you mean by putting something better in front of your view? You bring women here and just command them around like you own everything in this city?”
I smiled and stepped up to her, knowing this was her attempt to throttle the conversation enough to get some control back.