Breathe with Me (With Me in Seattle, #7)(61)

“Your hips do just fine, baby,” Isaac says and winks at her, making her blush.

“My turn!” Brynna exclaims and pulls Jax from his chair. “I want to dance.”

“I had no idea she liked to dance so much,” Isaac says as he watches Brynna and Jax walk to the dance floor.

“She always loved to dance in college,” Stacy says and laughs when Brynna starts to move her hips, mirroring Jax. “You should go out there and surprise her,” she says to Caleb.

“I’ll dance with her in a bit. She’s having fun with him.”

“You’re not usually so willing to share,” Matt says mildly and sips his water. His hand has stayed on Nic’s neck the whole time they’ve been sitting here.

“He’s no threat,” Caleb says with a grin. “You and I both know that.”

“He’s charming, and the girls like him,” Dominic adds.

“Plus, he’s fun,” I say and watch my friend with the pretty brunette. They’re laughing together as he shows her some more intricate steps.

I uncross and recross my legs. Mark lays his hand high on my thigh.

“Don’t do that,” he whispers in my ear.

“No one can see anything,” I reply and turn back to watch the show on the floor. Mark loops his arm around me and gently caresses my shoulder, my neck, my naked back, thanks to this barely-there dress, with his fingertips. My breath catches and goose bumps break out on my skin when he drags his nails down my spine.

“Look at me,” he whispers.

His eyes are on fire as he stares down at me for a long minute, then he stands and without a word, tugs me to my feet and leads me past the dance floor and out the front door. Instead of walking toward the escalator, he turns the other way where the buffet is. It’s closed now, and the hallway is dark. He pulls me into a secluded doorway, away from anyone’s line of vision.

“What’s wrong with you?” I ask with a laugh. He pins me against the wall and leans his forehead against mine.

“Nothing at all is wrong,” he says and kisses my nose then drags those magical lips down my cheek to my ear. “You’ve been turning me on all night.”

“I haven’t done anything.” I brace my hands on his shoulders as he kisses his way down my neck, making my center clench and immediately go damp.

“You don’t have to do it on purpose. You breathe and I’m hard,” he says as his hands drift down my ribcage to my hips then slips one hand under my skirt and between my legs. “I’m going to taste you, right here.”

“There are probably cameras here,” I say then gasp when he tweaks a hard nipple through my dress.

“I don’t give a f*ck.” He squats before me, pushes my dress up high on my thighs so only he can see what’s under it. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”

I brace one hand on the wall to my left and push my fingers into his hair as he leans in and barely brushes the tip of his tongue over my already swollen clit. “Oh God, M.”

“You’re already so wet.” His voice is hushed. His fingers glide through my lips then he pushes one finger inside me, he presses his thumb on my clit and I have to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out. He lifts my right leg over his shoulder, hiding me and his face from any camera that might be pointed our way and wraps his lips around my clit, sucking hard.

“Mark, holy shit.”

“Mm,” he hums, pulls his finger out, then plunges his tongue inside me, kissing me in the most intimate way possible, making me see stars. He’s simply amazing. His hands are holding me firmly, making sure I don’t fall, as he laps at my core, sucking, licking and kissing me until I couldn’t even tell you my name. Even my fingertips are vibrating from the amazing sensations rolling through me and suddenly, my stomach clenches as I fist my hand in his hair and come hard against his mouth. His eyes are turned up to mine, watching me come undone, and when I’m done, he doesn’t stop. He continues to nibble and make love to my folds, then kisses my inner thighs, lowers my leg off his shoulder and stands, fists my hair in his hands and kisses me hard. I can taste myself on him and it turns me on even more.

I wrap one leg around his waist and have half a mind to simply climb him when he lifts me against the wall, reaches between us to unzip his jeans, frees himself and pushes inside me in one swift thrust.

“Jesus f*cking Christ, Meredith,” he whispers against my neck. “I shouldn’t be doing this here, but you’d tempt the Pope himself.” He begins to f*ck me fast and hard, and within five strokes, he stills and comes, his hips jerk against mine as he empties himself inside me, grinding against my clit and sending me into another amazing orgasm.

“Are you f*cking trying to kill me?” he murmurs as he slips out, tucks himself away and helps me right my dress. His semen rolls out of me and down my leg.

“Well, that’s not obvious at all,” I say sarcastically.

“Here.” He pulls his T-shirt off, and the white undershirt beneath it, squats again and uses his undershirt to clean me up as much as possible before tugging his T-shirt back on.

“I hope that doesn’t end up on the internet,” I say playfully. Mark’s face goes white as he stares down at me.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think—”