They began to walk toward us, but it was evening and the tables had been pushed back, so the dance floor was crowded with swaying bodies. I didn’t want to lose track of them in the crowd.
I stood up to get a better view. “Another round?” Getting away from Davina was a good idea right now, before she said something that took the conversation too far and I lost my shit in public.
I didn’t usually fly off the handle in a crowd, but I didn’t want to take the chance that Davina irritated me so much I’d try to leave. That would ruin my evening when Jo had just arrived and things were starting to look interesting.
And they were looking very interesting indeed. Especially as she appeared to have spray painted her dress on today.
My wolf shifted, and my chest tightened at the sight of her body, barely concealed by the fabric.
Jackson nodded, accepting my offer of a drink and giving me the excuse I needed to leave the table and approach Jo. I’d probably get Davina a refill as well, but only because she happened to be sitting with us. Her comments about Saundra still grated at me, though I forced them from my mind. Saundra, as well as Davina’s opinions of her, were no longer important.
I kept Jo in my sights as I sidled up to her. She was watching the bar, caught at the back of the crowd, when I arrived at her side.
I tugged teasingly at the bottom of her skirt and leaned toward her, my lips almost against her skin as I whispered my quiet comment. “Your dress is entirely too short. All you need to do is drop a napkin. The moment you bend over to pick it up, every guy in here will be behind you to lick his way up every inch of your slit.”
She shivered and turned to me, so closer her hair drifted across my cheek.
She tilted her head. “But I’d only bend over for you.” The mixture of innocence and promise in her tone excited me.
“Prove it.” I issued the challenge brazenly, wanting — but not entirely expecting — her to answer it.
She glanced around and crumpled the napkin in her hand, like she might suddenly let it fall to the floor, but I’d never put her on display like that — not unless she asked me to, anyway. And even then, I’d only consider her request. I didn’t want anyone else to know Jo the way I knew her.
My breath caught at the scent of her arousal, and I drew her down the hallway before we slipped inside the bathroom.
Without wasting a moment, I bent her over the sink, pushing her dress to her hips as I did. Her bare pussy glinted with her juices, showcasing her arousal, and I bit back a groan at the sight of it, palming my heavy cock in apology to my body. Now was not the time to satisfy myself.
The lock on the door behind us was broken, but I didn’t care about that as she gripped the sink and I positioned myself to lick, slowly, from her entrance to her clit.
She moaned softly and pushed closer to my face, the movement both wanton and inviting, and I took hold of her hips, holding her steady as I lapped over her again.
“Oh, God,” she whispered. I glanced at her as she bowed her head, her knuckles white as she tightened her hands.
“No panties,” I murmured before licking her again. “Tut tut…”
She didn’t answer, only whimpering as I drew my tongue over her swollen clit before sucking it gently into my mouth. I flicked my tongue over it and she caught her breath before starting to move her hips the smallest amount, setting herself on a rhythm toward climax.
I followed her lead, moving my tongue exactly as I had before, alternating sucking and release as I touched the end of my finger against her opening, playing with the delicate, sensitive skin there.
It was as if she couldn’t control the noises she made. The bathroom filled with the soft sounds of her pleasure, and my own excitement grew, the need to plunge inside her almost the only thought in my head, but I held back.
This moment wasn’t about me.
Her breathing became more rapid, but I didn’t change anything, even though I wanted to go faster, to go harder, to push her over the edge she was clearly approaching.
But I didn’t want to rush her. I wanted the moment to build so she could explode into perfection. I wanted finesse.
The door began to open behind me, but I slammed it shut with my foot, not even missing a beat as I continued to pleasure Jo.
She cried out quietly as her moisture filled my mouth and her body clenched around my fingertip, but I continued to suck gently until her shudders subsided and her breathing returned to normal.
She giggled. “Wow.”
But before she could say another word, I spun her around and pulled her against me, my kiss practically devouring her mouth as my lips covered hers. She responded immediately, arms winding around my neck as her tongue stroked against mine.
She pressed against me, and my cock was between us, hard and aching for her, but I groaned and drew away.
“We probably shouldn’t keep our friends waiting.” I kept my voice low. But the last thing I wanted to do was return to the table.