Her breathing sped up as her heart raced in her chest. She felt Saks tug her skirt up; she didn’t stop him. She didn’t want to. His fingers slipped into her panties. His touch sent shivers as he stroked and pressed against her opening. A whimper escaped from her throat.
Saks withdrew his fingers and, desperate for friction, she ground her hips to his shaft hardened like steel behind the denim of his jeans.
He smiled. “Eager,” he said with satisfaction. He put his fingers to his mouth and sucked on her juices. “So fucking sweet,” he sighed. “Here, baby,” he said, offering his fingers to her mouth. “Suck on these.” His fingers slid into her mouth; she licked the digits and he growled. “Oh, yeah,” he said. “Keep that up and I’ll come just from you sucking on my fingers.”
Saks slipped his other hand inside her panties, and after stroking her once he slipped his fingers inside her entrance.
A ripple of pleasure tore through her. “Damn,” Chrissy said, which came out a moan. Encouraged, he curled his hand and rubbed with his heel as he slipped in and out of her wetness.
“Fuck,” Chrissy said as he stroked her g-spot. White stars floated inside her eyelids, and her toes curled. She panted as he reached deeper, stroking her inner folds with intent.
“I’ll have this,” he whispered, “over and over again.”
Then he pressed his thumb to her clit, making small circles, gliding against her tender bud hard with need.
“Please,” she whimpered, though she wasn’t sure for what she pleaded.
“I’ll please you, baby. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
As though his hands dominating her core weren’t enough, he sucked a nipple into his mouth, hard and without mercy.
The taste and scent of him filled her senses, and what he was doing to her body overwhelmed her. With a sharp gasp she burst apart, bucking against his hand, fire spreading through her, pleasure firing through every nerve ending she had. “Saks!”
He didn’t stop his assault until her body slumped against his.
Her ragged breathing was the first thing she noticed when she was able to think again. Chrissy was plastered against Saks, unable to move. Not wanting to move. No man had ever so thoroughly stolen her senses from her. She liked it. She liked being in this back yard of the bar, the chance of being caught, the smell of beer and leather. It all felt incredible. Damn the stupid Rocco she was supposed to meet. She didn’t give a shit at this moment. Saks could do things to her all night.
He commanded her body like she was the instrument he was meant to play, a virtuoso with his mouth and fingers, a god of desire. If he asked it, she would lay on the hood of her car and let him take her then and there, in a public place, regardless of who might watch.
Then reality settled in as her breathing slowed. She was in a public place, her family nearby, the man she was supposed to meet somewhere in the buildling and... she straightened and pulled her skirt down, then fixed her top.
“What’re you doing,” he asked huskily.
Chrissy was damned. She would go to hell and roast. She deserved it. Shamelessly, she was leading this man on, this incredible, delicious man, for her own selfish pleasure. While, right now, inside the Red Bull, the man her family wanted her to marry waited for her.
Yet, with whatever neurons that were left whole in her brain, the thought flashed through her that if Saks asked her to leave with him to go to his apartment, she’d do it. Not just because she didn’t want Saks to see the man waiting for her. That would be a disaster, especially since Saks acted crazy over Gloria’s boyfriend. No. Because of the electric spark that shot through her when he took her hand. Her body followed him willingly out of the bar when her brain said it was the most stupid idea ever. It was if his touch lit up every cell of her body, awakening her to possibilities that did not exist before she met him.
Like indescribable pleasure.
Saks caressed her upper arms, and she moaned as fire spread all through her again. How could he do this? Why did this man, someone she barely knew, and one so different from all the men she’d met, make her want to give everything she had without question?
“Oh, baby,” he murmured. “You are so hot. And tasty. I want to lick you from your neck to the tips of your toes, and then go back up your delicious body.”
Chrissy swallowed hard. She mustn’t do this. Getting involved with Saks was absolutely the wrong thing to do. Whether she would marry this man her family picked out or not, the repercussions for Saks were huge. They were possibly life-threatening.
One did not mess with the Serafina family.
“Whoa, hold up there,” she said, pulling herself away.
“What?” Confusion washed over his handsome face, and Chrissy bit her lip.
“I’m so sorry. But this...this is a bad idea.”
“I don’t care,” Saks said. “It doesn’t seem like a bad idea to me. Give me your car keys.”
“Why?”
“You know why.”
“Look, Mr. Anthony Parks, this isn’t going to be a thing.”
“What isn’t?” he said, a teasing smile on his lips.