Chapter 19 #2
I should have focused on seducing her rather than on that fantasy of us vacationing together on a tropical island.
She snags her foot on a crack in the concrete and stumbles.
I steady her, pulling her in tight against me for just long enough to register the reality of her body. Recoiling from her heat like I’ve been burned, I release her.
We ride the elevator down and hit the sidewalk without pausing to avoid drawing attention to ourselves. As we head to the corner, I perform a casual sweep of everything around us.
Once there, I flag down a cab.
“Vanya, where are we—”
I open the door and wave her in. “Millennium Park.”
The driver nods.
Paige watches the exchange with a frown, questions written all over her pretty face.
Now isn’t the time for an explanation.
Once we’re at the park, I pay cash for the ride.
Paige follows me down the block, around the corner, and waits as I flag down another taxi. I give him the name of a department store. The ride is silent, and so is the stroll through the shop.
Paige only speaks up when I ask her to choose between jackets. She picks the black one.
Before we leave, I tell her to put it on. Her cardigan goes in the bag. The jacket looks amazing on her, but more importantly, it changes her outline, making her more difficult to pick out of a crowd.
Once again, I hail another taxi.
We repeat the process a couple more times, spending longer in each store.
Once we reach the third shop, Paige is wearing a scoop-neck, short-sleeve waffle-knit top in a ruby red, the black jacket, and a pair of black, chunky, low-heel ankle boots. She enters the dressing room to try on a few pairs of jeans.
Over the past few hours, we’ve talked and flirted and laughed.
I can’t recall the last time I felt this light or normal, as if we’re just two lovers spending the day shopping and enjoying each other’s company.
When she’s not so hell-bent on obeying the rules, Paige is fun.
And I know exactly what will loosen her up even more.
I glance around for the attendant and find the woman’s back turned to me half a dozen changing rooms down as she assists another customer. Now’s my chance.
I rap on the door. “How’s it going in there?”
The door cracks open, and Paige pokes her head out. “Fine. I just…can’t decide on which jeans to get.”
“Need some help?”
“Sure. You can tell me which pair goes best with this top. Give me just a second to get these on.” When she moves to shut the door, I toss one more glance over my shoulder to ensure the attendant’s preoccupied.
Once satisfied, I push the door open wide enough to slip inside with Paige and engage the lock.
She scrambles to grab her discarded skirt and hide her legs. “You can’t be in here!”
“Tell me to leave, and I will.”
“I… You…” Half a dozen emotions flit across her face, a few of which I can decipher. Indecision. Curiosity. Desire.
My lip curls into a lazy grin. This will be fun. “You said you needed help, and that’s exactly what I’m doing. Helping.”
She shuffles back, her wadded up skirt still pressed against her midsection and covering her upper thighs. “Somehow, I think we have vastly different definitions of helping. Why’d you come in here? So you could harass me while I change?”
Placing a hand over my heart, I paste on a sincere expression. “What? You wound me. Since when have I ever harassed you?”
She rolls her eyes with such force, I’m afraid they might get stuck that way. “Since the first time you walked into the library.” When I open my mouth to argue, she cuts me off. “Don’t even try to deny it. You’ve been nothing but trouble since day one.”
Narrowing my eyes, I stalk toward her. She backs up until her legs bump the bench.
“Is that so?” Paige lowers herself onto the seat because she has nowhere else to go. “Something tells me you like my brand of trouble.”
The position puts her at eye level with my stiffening dick. I can’t help the way my body reacts to her. Bantering with this woman feels like our own special brand of foreplay.
A flush spreads across her cheeks and into her neck when she realizes she’s staring at my erection. “Umm…”
I’m not a total bastard, so I crouch down in front of her and place my hands on either side of her thighs. “You’re a little tense, Paige.” I give the skirt she’s still clutching a gentle tug. “Let me help you relax.”
Her blush deepens, so I know she understands my meaning. Still, she says nothing, and several seconds elapse while we gaze at each other.
Come on, Paige. Let me rock your world.
Finally, she breaks the silence. “Are you asking what I think you are?”
I crook my finger in a come-hither gesture and whisper in her ear when she bends forward. “If you think I’m asking permission to make you come so hard that you forget your own name, then you’d be correct.”
Her eyes widen, and a nervous laugh tumbles from her lips. “But we’re… The attendant… The other people…” Paige glances at the door.
“I know. We’ll have to be quiet.” I slide the wadded skirt over her bare thighs. “What do you say? Are you up for living on the wild side?”
Her breathing accelerates, and she bites her lip. She waits so long to answer that I worry she’s going to refuse my offer. Then she gives a single nod.
That’s all the permission I need.
Thank fuck.
I raise a finger to my lips, then grip her hips to tug Paige to the edge of the bench. In another quick motion, I pull her underwear down to her ankles and watch as she steps out of them. When I nudge her knees apart, she gasps.
“Already getting noisy, and I haven’t even touched you yet. Make another sound, and I might have to gag you.”
Paige clamps her mouth shut and shakes her head. My dick goes rigid at the thought of her completely naked, gagged, and restrained. If only we were anywhere but a dressing room and I had hours to worship every inch of her…
We may not have much time, but I plan to get the most out of the next few minutes.
I dip my tongue into her wet heat, drawing another gasp from Paige. I grasp her hips in a silent message to keep quiet, but she could scream and alert the entire store that I’ve got my mouth on her pussy for all I care.
Incredible. She tastes so fucking incredible, and I take my time licking, sucking, and savoring. Gently nipping in a way that has her squirming against my face. My heart pounds, and every muscle in my body tenses with desire.
When I suck her clit into my mouth, she shudders and tenses her thighs.
As I flick my tongue over the bundle of nerves, her legs tighten around me even more.
She could squeeze me until my head explodes, and I don’t think I’d complain.
If I croaked right now with my mouth on her pussy and my head between her legs, I’d die a happy man.
I feast like I’m starving and only Paige can sate my hunger. Her hips rise as I continue my ministrations, and she settles into a steady rhythm that mirrors my movements. As I work her over, she releases a breathy little moan, and when she starts to tense, I can tell she’s close.
Hell, so am I. I could almost come simply from tasting her, from those sweet little moans that break her promise to remain silent.
“Vanya. I’m almost—”
I hit just the right spot with my mouth, and that’s all it takes to undo her. Paige trembles and pants, then her body jerks as her orgasm rolls through her.
Though every part of me wants to shove my cock inside her and get some relief, this isn’t about me. Color me surprised, but my only intention was to make Paige feel good. I didn’t even ask her about the book.
Someone knocks on the door. “Ma’am? Is everything okay in there?”
Paige slaps her hands over her crimson cheeks and calls out a high-pitched, “Just fine. Be right out!”
I grin as I stand and hand Paige her underwear. I wanted to rock her world, but instead, I think she just rocked mine.