Page 74 of Wrecked By You

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Page 74 of Wrecked By You

“Me, too. Thank you for inviting me.”

He leaned toward me, his eyes on my mouth. “The pleasure is all mine.”

I managed a breath before his lips, so soft and warm, captured mine. His kiss was unhurried, as if we had all the time in the world. I traced the tip of my tongue along his bottom lip and curved a hand around the nape of his neck, pulling him to me. His fingertips crept up my thigh, taking my dress with him.

“Open your legs,” he murmured.

I fired a glance at the driver. Huh. When had the privacy screen gone up?

“He can’t see us, and he can’t hear us. Now open your legs.”

My breath caught in my throat at the command in his voice, the lust in his eyes, and the feel of his warm palm on my skin. I complied, spreading myself wide. He moved at a leisurely pace, moving higher, higher, and the entire time, his eyes never left mine.

“This turns you on.”

A statement, not a question, and one that even if I wanted to deny it, the overwhelming evidence would make me a liar.

“You turn me on.”

His eyes gleamed, and his fingers snuck inside my panties, stroking me with a firm, determined motion. On each upward stroke, he swirled his fingertip around my clit, but as I raised my hips, seeking more friction, he denied me.

“Kiss me.” The intimacy of his gaze, the intensity of it, was too much. If he kissed me, I could hide.

“No.”

He rubbed me again, his tongue dampening his lips as I parted mine on an inhale.

“Why not?” I gasped as he slid a finger inside me.

“Because you’re going to come all over my fingers while looking right into my eyes. I want to watch you, to see your pleasure and know I made it happen.”

He added a second finger, his thumb playing me, the pressure in my lower abdomen growing until I couldn’t hold on. I peaked, hovering on the precipice. And then I fell, gasping at the power of my climax.

“Look at me, Ella,” Johannes growled.

Did I close my eyes?I couldn’t remember.

“That’s better. Good girl. Just like that. Fuck, you’re stunning.”

The initial swell receded, replaced with aftershocks that went on and on. Johannes stilled, his eyes alight as he felt every pulse until, finally, they stopped. He withdrew his fingers, dipped them in his glass of whiskey, and then pressed them to my lips.

“Open up, beautiful.”

Dear God.I thought men like this only appeared in the movies, or in books, not in real life. Then again, the only previous experience I had was Mateo, and sensuality wasn’t really his forte.

I pushed all thoughts ofhimfrom my mind. He wasn’t stealing this moment from me. I opened my mouth, and Johannes slipped his fingers inside. I closed my lips around him and swirled my tongue across his skin, tasting the sweetness of myself with the mellowness of the whiskey.

“We’re here, sir,” a voice came over the intercom.

“Perfect timing,” Johannes murmured, easing his fingers from my mouth a second before the rear door opened.

I tugged down my dress, heat flooding my face at the idea that the valet might have copped an eyeful. His gaze remained averted as I exited the limo. Probably used to being discreet.

Johannes joined me, and with his hand pressed to the small of my back, he walked me inside the restaurant. I spied the nameFioreemblazoned across the entranceway as we entered. Italian, my favorite food.

My orgasm still buzzed through me, leaving me with a weakness in my knees and heat running through my veins. I leaned into Johannes for support as he gave his name to the host, who then led us to our table, holding out my chair for me. Johannes waited for me to sit before he did. The host handed us both hardbacked menus and said our server would be over shortly.

He wasn’t kidding. I didn’t even have time to worry about being underdressed for such an exclusive restaurant, or whether the women dolled up in their finery and dripping with jewels could tell my outfit had come from a thrift store, before the server arrived.




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