My ass clenches beneath my satin gown, and my skin flushes red. I duck my head and let my hair fan around my face to hide my flaming cheeks.
“You’re blushing.”
“Am I?”
Cushions dip beside me as he places his plate on the coffee table and sinks closer to me. “Are you going to tell me what you’re thinking, or should I guess?”
My throat bobs.
He takes my plate, places it beside his, and then reaches for my cheese-stained fingers. “Avril…”
His tongue licks one from base to tip, making my body quiver and my thighs clench, the blush now an inferno.
“Why were you blushing, Avril?”
He slips one digit into his mouth and tightens his lips around it. His tongue slides as his mouth sucks, mimicking the movements of my tongue on his shaft.
Or his cock in my… “Your finger.”
“What about my finger?”
He sucks another, then pushes it from his mouth with a pop. They were clean of cheese but felt dirtier than before. “How it felt.”
“How it felt where?”
A fullness settles behind my breasts, making my nipples pucker and breathing almost impossible. I shouldn’t feel embarrassed after everything we’ve done tonight, but shyness grips me.Just say it. Beg for it.
Lucas’s lips flutter with a knowing smile. “Do you want my finger on you again?”
I nod.
“Where should I put it first?” He turns my hand palm upward and swirls one fingertip in circles. “Here?”
I shake my head.
The pad of his finger moves up the inside of my arm, over my shoulder to my collarbone. “Here? No, not here.”
He drags his finger over the satin gown and down between my breasts with enough pressure to stretch the fabric across my nipples.
The sensation is electric, pulling a gasp from my throat. My hips arch, and I sink lower onto the cushions until I’m on my back.
His finger traces an agonizingly slow path down my stomach to the hem of my gown. “Am I getting close?”
“Yes.”
His palms spread wide on my thighs, hot and heavy, as he pushes the fabric up until it bunches around my hips, exposing me to his hungry gaze. He touches my inner thighs so softly I want to scream. “Please…”
He gives in to my plea and swirls his finger between my sopping lips. “This is where you need me.” His words are a low growl, full of the same hunger burning inside me. “But it’s not where you want me, is it?”
He pushes one finger in slowly and out, creating a symphony of lust and hunger that eclipse every other need.
I don’t care where his finger is as long as he keeps touching me.
His green eyes flare with lust as he traces a wet line down the crease of my ass. “You want me here, don’t you?”
He raises his brow as though asking permission.
My heart slams against my ribcage and nerves make it impossible to speak.