Chapter 15
FIFTEEN
COLSON
Sophie was crumbling from the touch of my fingers. Her strength, anger, her animosity toward me—whether it was really about the case or how I’d left her unsatisfied at Lush, I didn’t know, nor did it matter—was dissolving the more I caressed her.
“Colson …” she repeated, this time gripping my shoulder for balance while her eyes fluttered closed.
My hand picked up speed, slipping from the top of her pussy to the bottom. And when her eyes finally opened and her lips parted, there was no glare. No grimace.
What I saw instead was heat rising through her.
She was fucking rabid.
“Are you telling me to stop? Or are you telling me you want to leave this bar and come to my hotel room?”
A question I had asked her moments ago, after my fingers already found their way up her skirt, discovering her pantyless, which gave me full access to her perfect cunt. From there, I wasted no time, sliding toward her clit, rubbing my thumb against it. Quick strokes to mimic my tongue.
Even though I knew I shouldn’t, goddamn it, I wanted her.
The bar was rectangular-shaped, and we were the only ones on this side. Sure, it was open to the outdoors, and behind us was a marina, giving us an audience if anyone happened to be back there.
But Sophie liked to be watched.
That thought alone made my dick ache, one that was already so fucking hard.
“It feels like you want more than just my fingers.”
It wasn’t just the slight rock of her hips that gave that away. It was the wetness that was thickening against my skin. It was the sound of her breathing.
It was the fact that she hadn’t taken a step back or slapped my hand away—things she should be doing to a man she hated.
“I want to trust you.”
She was talking about whether I would give her an orgasm since I hadn’t last time. What she didn’t realize, even though I’d pointed it out tonight, was that it had been intentional. I had known exactly what I was doing when I walked out of the private room at Lush.
I was making her want me even more.
And I was fairly certain it had worked.
“You should.” My other hand slid across her cheek, holding it with my palm, my fingers sinking into her hair. “And you need to.”
“Why?”
She was breathless. Something that worsened when, keeping my thumb on her clit, I dived a finger inside her. I kept it plunged, turning my wrist to point toward her stomach. From there, I circled within her, each twist tapping her G-spot.
“Because I want to give you what you need …”
“Colson”—while her chest rose several times, she made no effort to speak for several seconds—“we’re nowhere near Lush.”
“I don’t need to be in the confines of a sex club to taste your pussy.”
I couldn’t imagine why she would think that. Unless, for an extended period of her life, that was the only place she hooked up, so anything outside those parameters felt off.
I didn’t know. Our conversation from earlier hadn’t revealed anything more about her.
“Right.” She quickly inhaled. “I just …”
She was lost. In pleasure. In questions. In the thought that everyone in this bar—and in the back of it—could be looking at her. In deciding whether I would do what I promised if she left with me. All assumptions on my part, but ones I was positive were on her mind.
I chuckled. “Come to my hotel room, Sophie. It’s only a block from here. That way, you have the freedom to leave whenever you want.”
“Not if you tie me up.”
I couldn’t contain the growl in my throat. “I fucking want that.”
Her finger went to my lips, hanging across them vertically. “If I go with you, it changes nothing between us.” She let out a moan as I reared my hand back a few inches, taking small but powerful dips before I fully sank back inside her.
The tightness in her cunt, the warmth, the sopping wetness—it all affected the way I replied, “I don’t expect it to.”
Do I want it to?
Shit, my brain was as lost as hers.
Both of my hands retracted, their absence causing her breathing to change. Whimper almost. A response that pleased me tremendously.
“Do you want more?”
Her eyes gave me the answer before she said, “Yes.”
I gave my slick fingers a lick so I would have her flavor on my tongue before I removed my wallet.
I dropped a hundred-dollar bill on the bar top, knowing it should cover the three drinks and a tip, and once I slipped the wallet away, I took her by the hand.
This hard-on couldn’t wait a second more.
“Let’s go.”