Play with Me (With Me in Seattle, #3)(70)

“What are you humming?” Will asks.

“I was humming?”

“Yeah, what was it?”

“I didn’t realize I was.” I shake my head and smile up at him. “It was probably the song Jules asked me to sing at the reception.”

“You’re singing at the reception?” His eyebrows climb into his hairline in surprise.

“Yeah, she begged. It was embarrassing. I put her out of her misery.” I wave him off and laugh. “It’s hard to tell her no when she gives me shoes like these.” I pull my skirt up so he can see my amazing Louboutins.

“Dear God, those have been under there all night?”

“Yep,” I smile smugly.

“What else do you have under there?”

I purse my lips and tilt my head like I’m thinking really, really hard. “It’s hard to remember. I’m prone to amnesia these days.”

The valet pulls up with the car, and Will holds the passenger door open for me, then hops in and takes off toward home.

God, I effing love this car.

I reach over and untie his bowtie, letting it hang onto his chest, and unbutton the top two buttons of his shirt.

“Thank you,” he sighs. “Damn monkey suit.”

“You look hot in that monkey suit,” I remind him.

He grins over at me, then lets his eyes wander down my dress. “That dress is perfect on you.”

“I’m surprised Jules had something that fits me so well. She and I are built differently.”

“She just probably hadn’t had time to have it tailored yet,” he shrugs. He’s probably right.

And I decide to play with him.

“Gosh, it’s hot in here,” I say innocently, my eyes wide, and start hiking my skirt up with my fingers, pulling it until it’s gathered around my thighs, just above where my blush-colored thigh-highs attach to the matching garter.

“Holy f*ck,” he whispers.

“Keep your eyes on the road,” I suggest and bite my lip.

“Pull your dress down, sweetheart.”

“Why?”

“Because I can’t drive with you sitting there like that,” he growls, making me laugh.

I leave the skirt where it is, lean back in the seat, spread my thighs, and run my fingertips up the insides of my legs. “Hmmm.”

“Are you trying to kill us?”

“No, this just feels good. These stockings are silk.” I look over at him and grin. “Can you imagine how they’ll feel wrapped around your waist?”

“Sonofabitch,” he whispers as if he’s in pain and steps on the gas harder, propelling us down the freeway.

I move my fingers up higher on my thighs until I’m touching my *, and I squirm. Suddenly, Will reaches over, grabs my hand and pulls it up to his lips, kisses it and keeps it in his lap, not taking his eyes off the road.

“If you don’t stop,” he says softly, “I will wreck this car. I’m not kidding.”

I slide my hand away from him and grin sassily. “Then don’t watch.”

I resume playing with myself, circling my clit with one hand and pushing two fingers into my wetness with the other. I bite my lip and groan.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Will’s voice is steel. I look up at him and his jaw is clenched, hands fisted on the wheel. He glances down to watch me pleasure myself, and then looks me in the eye.

“Lick your fingers.”

I do as I’m told and lick my own sweet essence from my fingers, then stick them back inside me, watching him watch me.

“Fuck, babe, I’m gonna come.”

“Do not make yourself come.”

“What?”

“I want to do that.”

“Then here,” I grab his hand and pull it between my legs, and he gladly rubs my clit, over my metal, pushing it against my clit.

“Oh, Fuck.” I come apart, pushing against our hands, and cry out his name as the orgasm pushes through me.

He grins down at me wolfishly as he pulls through the gate and into his garage. Not waiting for him to open the door, I climb out and he’s suddenly beside me, pulling me into the house, through the kitchen and into the living room that looks out onto the sound.

It’s dark in the house, the only light coming in through the floor to ceiling windows facing the water. Lights twinkle at us from the islands across the way.

We stand here, for a moment, in the moonlight, looking at each other. His blue eyes reflect the light and shine with love and carnal lust, and I know they reflect my own.

“So beautiful.” He slides a finger into the neckline of my dress and drags it against my skin, following the hemline. “You were wonderful tonight.”

His voice is soft, seductive. I don’t know what to say, so I just watch him seduce me. He steps closer to me, so he’s only a few inches away and wraps his arms around me to pull the zipper of my dress down, then pulls it down my arms, over my breasts, and lets it pool at my feet.

“Dear God,” he whispers, his eyes wide, as he takes in my blush-colored corset, garter and stockings.

I’m not wearing panties, as usual.

He swallows hard. “It’s a good thing I didn’t know that this was under that dress.”

“Why,” I whisper.