“Say my name again,” he said into her ear. “Please, Lauren.”
She’d say whatever he wanted as long as he kept doing that. She said it over and over, until the hitch in her breath made the word virtually meaningless. Her hands were on his cheeks, her shoulder in his mouth, and their frantic grinding through clothes was already the most earth-shattering sexual experience she’d ever had.
She arched her hips, pressing into him, and he squeezed his eyes closed like he was in pain. His hands were warm and strong on her hips as he shifted her back a bit.
“That’s getting me close,” he said. “Sorry. Give me a second.”
“Oh.” Lauren chewed on her lower lip. “I, uh, don’t have anything.”
“What?” His eyes hadn’t totally lost their glazed look, and he pulled her back on top of him.
“Like a condom,” she said, embarrassed that the word could still make her blush when she was here, doing this.
“Neither do I,” he said, grinning at her as he pressed a hard, hot kiss to her mouth. “Not exactly how I thought I’d spend my night. But we can still do a lot without one.”
“Yeah, but,” she said, trying to get the words out between his kisses. “You said you were getting close. But since we can’t, you know . . .”
He pulled back, his brow lowered as his gaze searched hers. “This isn’t just about me wanting to get off,” he said. “You know that, right?”
“No, I know—” She wasn’t even aware of what she was saying at this point, she just wanted to go back to when they were kissing and he wasn’t looking at her like she was defective.
“For that, I would’ve just jerked off in a bathroom stall like I’d planned.” From the quirk of his mouth, she could tell that he was deliberately trying to shock her. But it was also like he was trying to make her laugh, trying to make her relax.
And damned if it didn’t work. “Gross,” she said, biting back a smile. “At work?”
“It’s not like I’d do it on the clock,” he said, pressing a kiss to just below her ear. “But when I was staring down a night of being trapped in a building with a very beautiful . . .” He kissed her cheek, and she let her eyes flutter closed. “。 . . very stubborn . . .” He kissed the corner of her bottom lip. “。 . . very unattainable woman . . .”
She hummed against his mouth. “Mm-hmm?”
“Extenuating circumstances,” he said. “I think I can be forgiven for the impulse.”
“Well,” she said, her voice a little unsteady as he burrowed his face into the curve of her neck. “I’m glad it didn’t come to that.”
She buried her fingers in his blue hair, inhaling the scent of him. He lowered her gently until she was lying on the floor, using her discarded cardigan as a makeshift pillow for her head. He ran his hand over her breasts, her ribs, her stomach. There was something erotic about still being fully clothed, about seeing his bare chest next to the siren red of her dress.
“What about you?” he asked, bunching up the material of her skirt around her thighs—not lifting it all the way, but enough that her breath caught.
“I wasn’t planning on masturbating in the bathroom,” she managed to choke out, and he gave a little laugh.
“No,” he said. He brushed his knuckles over the pulsing core of her, the sensation through her underwear making her hips buck. “I meant, what gets you off?”
She licked her lips. She couldn’t focus enough to answer the question when he was touching her like that. “It’s okay,” she said. “I usually take a long time . . .”
“What about this?” He pressed the pad of his thumb against the damp fabric of her underwear, rubbing in a hard circle. “Or this?” He scraped his nails lightly over her slit, which sent a spasm through her body like she’d been electrocuted.
“All of it,” she managed to gasp out.
By the time his hand finally ventured under her panties, she was already wet and halfway there. He rubbed her clit in agonizingly patient circles, until the pressure building inside her was almost too much to stand. She reached down to grasp his wrist, looking down at her fingers wrapped around the lean muscle of his forearm, his hand inside her underwear. Then she looked back up at him.
He was watching her, a serious expression on his face. “Do you want me to stop?”
She felt like she was about to come apart. The idea of doing that in front of Asa . . . doing that because of Asa . . . it scared her. But she also couldn’t imagine a world where she told him to stop. She shook her head.