She widened her legs, and his fingers danced along her inner thigh, sliding down over her sex. She leaned back, needing him to rub her clit, fuck her *, take her over the edge, and give her the climax she could already feel building inside.
“Make yourself comfortable. That’s it. Put your elbow against the back of the booth. Turn and look at me like you’re listening to me in conversation. Look at me the whole time, Elizabeth, because I want to see your eyes when you come.”
His fingers slid between the hardened bud and down along her * lips, circling over and back up. He was toying with her. She laid her head in her hand, looking like she was relaxed and enjoying conversation with Gavin, but she was primed and tense.
“Gavin, please.”
“Yeah, baby? Tell me what you want.”
“Care for another drink?”
She jerked in surprise, but Gavin seemed cool and relaxed as he turned his head to smile at their waitress.
“I think we’re fine here, Amanda.”
Elizabeth shuddered out a sigh.
“Look at me, Liz.”
She did, and he used his fingers, gliding them over her *. She was damp, needy, and she wanted to take his hand and shove his fingers inside her.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want your fingers inside me, fucking me.”
He dipped the tip of one finger along the surface of her *, coating it with her moisture, then moved it back up to sweep across the bud of her clit.
“Stop teasing me. Fuck me. Make me come.”
“The tease is the best part, Elizabeth. Do you know how hard my dick is right now? Do you know how much I want to be inside you or have your mouth wrapped around me? My balls ache. And when we leave here, you’ll make me come. But right now, it’s all about you and your pretty *, and getting you off.”
She licked her lips, imagining putting her mouth on him and feeling him shoot down her throat, or him pushing his cock into her until she screamed in orgasm. But right now he dipped two fingers inside her, and she lifted her butt off the seat and pushed against his hand.
“Easy, baby. Take it easy.” He swirled the pad of his thumb over her clit, keeping his fingers moving inside her.
Her mouth dropped open, and she inhaled, losing sight of where she was. She gripped his arm and dug her nails into it as he shoved his fingers inside her. His movements were maddeningly slow, taking her right to the brink, where she held, watching his face, realizing he knew where she was.
“I’m going to come, Gavin.”
He stilled his movements. “Quiet, Elizabeth. Remember that no one can know. You control this.”
She took a deep breath and nodded.
“Now come for me. Let me see it.”
He swept his thumb across her clit with expert precision and shoved his fingers inside her.
Her eyes widened as she came with a rush of sensation. She wanted to buck against his hand, to let go with a loud cry. Instead, she dug her nails into his forearm and held them there while the tidal wave of pleasure took her to ecstasy.
Gavin smiled and held on to her while she rode that wave. He protected her the entire time by casting surreptitious glances around the restaurant until the wild crest of her climax settled. He withdrew his fingers and smoothed her dress back down over her legs. He leaned forward and brushed her lips with his. “Your face is flushed.”
She smiled at him. “I can’t breathe.” She still felt her heart ramming against her ribs.
That was the most exhilarating experience she’d ever had.
“Will there be anything else?”
Their waitress smiled at Elizabeth.
“Oh, I think I’m done now,” she said, and Amanda took her plate away.
It was only then that Elizabeth reoriented herself to time and place. She’d completely lost her sense of being, had forgotten there were other people in the restaurant who no doubt had been walking by. She’d been so tuned into Gavin and his touch, his focus, that she’d lost her senses.
Gavin was a very dangerous man.
“Ready to go?” he asked, handing the waitress his credit card.
Elizabeth was ready to go, all right.
Ready to go insane from playing this game with him.
FOUR
GAVIN STOOD IN THE BOX AND READIED FOR THE BALL, studying the pitcher’s stance, trying to figure out what he was going to throw. The pitcher wound up, threw, and Gavin swung the bat. Wood connected and the ball soared into the outfield.
It felt good to swing the bat again, to feel the power. He liked seeing the baseball disappear deep into center field.
It was only practice, but as he took a few more swipes, his muscles loosening under the Florida heat and humidity, he felt the typical anticipation of the upcoming season.