“That’s one hell of a coincidence.”
“I’ve seen bigger coincidences, and in the end that’s all they are.” I put my hand back on her thigh and move it inward. She stiffens. “You’re safe with me. You understand that, right? Whether someone is following you or isn’t, I’ve got you.” I slide my hand up between her legs, under her skirt. “I’ve got you.”
She looks around tensely. Not because she thinks she’s being followed, but because my fingers are further up, teasing the edge of her underwear.
“I don’t think you should wear underwear anymore,” I tell her, leaning in so my mouth is at her ear.
“What are you doing?”
“You know what I’m doing.”
“We’re in public.”
“If someone is following you, let’s give them a show.”
The truth is, there’s a potted palm tree right behind us, partially obscuring us from the other tables at our backs, we’re seated at the edge of the deck right above the water, and the next couple seated down the long bar from us are too busy staring at the bay views to pay attention to what I’m doing. There isn’t much of a show, unless you look for it.
I wouldn’t mind either way if people watched.
I’m just watching her.
I slide my finger under the edge of her panties and find her hot, wet cunt. Her legs automatically part slightly, her lips doing the same.
Fuck. This is everything.
I love how trusting she is with me. I know that I push her boundaries. I know she hasn’t had this kind of experience with men. I know she overthinks and her heart is wildly soft.
But she’s willing. She’s learning what she wants.
And what she wants is me.
My finger slides up over the swell of her clit, gently rubbing in circles.
I watch her closely as my finger goes around and around. Her pulse ticks along in her throat—her heart must be racing. Underneath her sunglasses, I bet her eyes are closed, rolling back in her head.
“You like this?” I whisper, leaning over. I lick the edge of her ear before taking her lobe between my teeth and tugging.
She gasps, breathless. She can’t answer. But yes, she likes it.
I lean in closer, moving my fingers down slowly, teasing her inch by inch, until I tease her cunt. “You’ve soaked through your underwear,” I murmur. “I told you you shouldn’t wear them anymore.”
“Vicente,” she says. My name has never sounded better. She offers it to me like a prayer.
I thrust my fingers inside, feeling her clench around me. Her whole body tightens. God, she feels so fucking snug. It’s unbelievable. I’m harder than rebar, my dick straining against the fly of my jeans.
Now would be a terrible time for the waitress to stop by.
But she doesn’t. It’s just me and Violet and the gulls that wheel above the bay, their cries for food masking her breathless little ones as I slyly pump my fingers in and out of her, building in a quiet rhythm.
When I know I’ve worked her up to a certain point, I take my fingers out and drag her wetness back to her clit, sliding it over, slick and fast.
“Oh god,” she says, nearly choking on her words.
She comes in my hand, pulsing, her fingers grasping onto the table, trying to keep her body from rocking out of control.
We’re in public, after all.
When she finally calms down, I take my hand away and make a point to lick each finger in front of her. She has no idea how good she tastes to me. Better than dessert.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” she whispers to me, clearing her throat a few times.
“Lick my fingers or make you come on my hand, surrounded by people?”
She gives me a wry, sated smile. “Both.”
“Well, you should start believing it,” I tell her. “Or I’ll have to prove to you over and over again just how wild and crazy you make me.”
“That doesn’t sound like such a bad deal.”
“Oh, it’s not.”
I pick up my drink and raise it to hers. “Now hurry up and finish your drink so I can fuck your brains out properly.”
The couple down the table both look over at us in shock when I say that.
Guess it was a little bit loud.
I just give them a wink.
Fucking prudes.
Chapter Eleven
Violet
“Put your ass in the air.”
Vicente’s words slide over me like silk and I don’t even have to tell my body how to act, it’s already acting.
I arrange myself so my ass is raised, my head down, cheek pressed against the cool sheets.
I know I probably should have gone home after we had our date at the bar. I mean, he got me off in public. Not just in public, in broad daylight. Surrounded by people! If that’s not a sign that I should probably go home before things get crazier, I don’t know what is.
Plus, I have homework I need to do and it feels like I haven’t seen my parents for days. But the truth is, I’m nervous about seeing them. I’m nervous that I’m possibly being followed—I don’t care what Vicente says, I know what I saw and my intuition is always right.
I’m afraid for a million reasons.
And I know that he’s the man who will take my fear away.
By replacing it with another fear.
A good fear.
Anticipation.
Because when the man you’re sleeping with and totally infatuated with tells you he wants to fuck your brains out, it’s nearly impossible to say no to that. We couldn’t get back here fast enough and I was barely in the door before he was stripping me naked.