Going Down Easy (Boys of the Big Easy #1)(48)

It took a few moments of kissing and stroking for Gabe to realize what he wasn’t touching, however.

He pulled back. “You’re not wearing panties?”

She shook her head with a grin.

“Not even a thong?”

“Considering where your hand is right now, you already know the answer to that question,” she said, moving against his fingers that were teasing the wet heat between her legs.

“I thought there was a thong that matched your heels,” he said. Almost as if he were disappointed to find out there wasn’t.

She laughed lightly and reached for her purse. She pulled out the blue thong and held it up for him.

His mouth curled into a sexy half grin. “You were in my mother’s house, talking about her taking care of our kids tonight, without panties on? I’m shocked.”

“And thrilled,” she told him, putting her lips against his again. “I’m a great multitasker. I can discuss the evening’s agenda, my daughter’s dietary preferences and bedtime, and be absolutely charming and sweet to your mother, all the while planning the very naughty things that I want to do to you.”

Gabe’s fingers teased her, his thumb circling her clit, as he said, “I’m sorry for doubting you.” He slid one thick finger into her. “Won’t happen again.”

She moaned and moved her hips, pressing closer to his touch.

“I have to say, though, as much as I love this dress, it’s too damned big for this,” he said, pumping his finger in and out, then adding a second. “I can’t see all the things I want to see.” Her skirt was bunched around her hips, but there was a lot of material, and it had fallen back over her thighs and his hand.

Addison rocked against his hand, suddenly finding it hard to multitask beyond seeking a nice, hard orgasm right here like this. “You’re doing okay by feel,” she said, her voice husky.

“But watching my fingers move in and out of your sweet pussy is second only to me watching my cock move in and out of your sweet pussy,” he said.

Addison was sure he felt how those words and that tone of voice affected her as her inner muscles squeezed his fingers.

“Lift your skirt up, Addison,” he said, low and firm.

She was getting so close to that climax she needed. “Just keep going.”

“Lift it up, Ad,” he repeated. “I want to see all that pink.”

And then he stopped moving his hand. Addison stared at him. “Hey!”

“Lift. It. Up.”

She huffed out a breath. But yeah, okay, she was totally going to lift up her skirt for him because she was not getting off his lap without an orgasm. But it did not escape her notice that her plan for a surprise quickie in the back of a limo had suddenly become Gabe’s show. She should have expected that, now that she thought about it.

“You’re so bossy.” She reached for the bunched material and gathered it into both hands.

“Yeah, I am,” he said, watching her.

She lifted her skirt, having to pull the bulk of the material up almost to her breasts to actually expose what he wanted to see. His eyes were hot, and she could feel her orgasm building just from him looking at her like this.

“Yes. That’s what I want,” he said, his thumb brushing over her clit.

With her hands full of blue silk and her legs spread by Gabe’s thighs, Addison was kind of at his mercy, she realized. If she moved her hands, the dress would drop, and he’d stop moving his hand. So she had to just sit here and take whatever he’d give her.

“Gabe, please,” she said, adding a little desperation to her tone. Which she totally felt. But she also knew it would turn him on. He loved to make her beg.

“Lean back a little,” he said.

She did, and he groaned. “Yes. God, I love every fucking inch of you,” he said.

And before she could respond, he moved his hand.

He slid two fingers deep, circled her clit and, possibly the best part, kept talking. He told her how gorgeous she was and how tight she was and how he could remember her taste even now and how watching her come apart was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. He used the perfect combination of sweet and dirty, and within minutes she was soaring.

She worked to catch her breath and then focused on him. “That wasn’t really the way I’d planned this going.”

He gave her a grin. “Sorry.”

She laughed. “Well, you can make it up to me.” She scooted back on his lap and went to her knees on the floor of the limo. “Unzip your pants.”

Heat flared in his eyes. “Excuse me?”

Addison ran her hands up and down his thighs. “Unzip your pants,” she repeated, her eyes on his.

And an arrow of heat shot through her when he did it.

She reached up and spread open the front of his tuxedo pants, then pulled down his boxers. She took his hot, hard shaft in hand, stroking up and down as she watched his breathing speed up. “Yeah, I get it,” she said with a nod. “Watching you come undone because of me is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen, too.” Then she leaned in and took him into her mouth.

She slid down his length slowly, dragging a groan from his chest and relishing the way he immediately cupped her head with one hand. He didn’t push her or even hold her tightly. He just rested his hand there, fingers curled into her hair, as if to be connected. And she didn’t care a bit about messing up the style. She’d fix it later with bobby pins and hairspray. Or she wouldn’t. At the moment, she really couldn’t care less.