Page 30 of On Her Terms
“What...what are you doing?” she asks.
“Following through with my promise to you.”
She’s about to push off the door, likely to flee, but I press my hand to the center of her chest and pin her there. Her eyes grow impossibly wider, and her breathing quickens even more. She might be a lawyer with a poker face in the courtroom, but I can read her like an open book. This girl does things on her terms, but goddammit she loves it when I take charge.
My eyes leave her face, travel the length of her quivering body. “I want you naked.”
“Luca, we’re in the staff room. Anyone can walk in on us.”
“The door is locked.”
She shakes her head, and her chestnut hair sweeps over her shoulders. “I’m sure the manager has a key.”
“Then we’d better get on with this before someone goes on break and asks for it, don’t you think?” My hand slides down her quaking, needy body, and I reach her outer thigh. I rub the hem of her short dress between my thumb and finger. A little groan catches in her throat, and I dip my head, my mouth inches from hers.
“I...I don’t have sex in public places,” she says, but the lack of protest in her voice makes me chuckle.
“Define sex,” I say, and slide my hand between her warm, inviting thighs.
“Luca...” she moans as her hips push off the door, her body seeking more of my touch, despite her objections.
“Do you consider this sex?” I rub her clit through her silky panties, a slow, easy caress that fires my blood. I take a breath to keep myself in check. Brianna’s glazed eyes briefly close, and her tongue snakes out to wet her bottom lip. As she loses herself in my touch, it’s all I can do not to bend her over the back of the sofa and slide into her heat. “Well, do you, Brianna? Do you consider this sex?” I ask, pulling her back from whatever erotic journey her mind just took her on.
She takes a fast breath and her lids flicker open. “Well... I guess... I don’t know.”
I dip a finger into her panties and rub her sopping-wet clit. A moan crawls out of her throat and she clasps her hand over her mouth to quiet herself.
“I don’t consider it sex,” I say. “I consider it foreplay.”
I push my finger in deep and her eyes roll back in her head. “It’s sex,” she whimpers as I fuck her with my finger and take her higher and higher. She grows wetter, and I have to say, I love the sexy look that comes over her when she’s aroused.
“You’re saying any kind of touching is sex, then?” I ask.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Doesn’t matter how you get off? Once you come, you’re sated?”
I change the tempo, stroke her faster and deeper. “I... This...” She stops talking to take a deep, gulping breath. “This...this won’t be enough. Not with you. I’m not sure what you’re doing to me, but I need more from you.”
“Not quite the same as Mr. Right?”
“No,” she whimpers and bucks against my hand.
My chest swells with pride as I revel in the lust on her face. She’s already so far gone, I’m not even sure she knows what she’s saying.
I finger her for a minute longer, but I’m dying to see her body, so I pull my hand away.
“No, don’t,” she cries out and reaches for me.
“Naked. Now.”
I take hold of her shoulder and spin her until her breasts are against the door and I have access to her zipper. She takes a breath and holds it as the hiss of her zipper fills the silence. Her dress falls open and when some working brain cell flashes red in the back of my brain, I briefly pinch my eyes shut.
What the fuck am I doing?
First I act like a jealous lunatic on the dance floor, and now I’m about to bury my face between her legs in the staff room to prove she is the only girl I want to be with—that I can’t stand the thought of her with another man. Honestly, I need to get myself together. By rights I should have left her on that dance floor with Jared, let her see he could be the guy for her, because I’m certainly not. I exhale, and I’m about to put a stop to this, to send her back out to find a guy worth dating, when her dress hits her ankles. I go completely still, and as my mind registers what she’s wearing, my heart stalls.
“Accidenti.”