That One Moment (Lost in London #2)(58)
I roll my eyes. “You’re hopeless.”
Without warning, he holds my face in place and presses his lips mine. “I am hopelessly falling for you, Vi Harris.”
My chest shudders at his declaration. “Feeling’s mutual, Hayden Clarke,” I reply on a swoony sigh that would embarrass me if only I gave a shit right now. Bloody hell, Hayden wanting me more after unloading that lot is a turn on of epic proportions.
After we devour our pizzas and more fizzy bubbles of Italian soda, we walk hand-in-hand to the cinema that sits only a couple of blocks away from my flat. Grabbing two seats in the far back row of the nearly empty cinema, we cuddle up, preparing for a simple movie-watching experience.
I’m not sure who started it or what atmospheric shift occurred, but somewhere along the way, things changed. Hayden’s grip on my hand shifted ever so slightly, and I knew instantly that he was no longer focusing on the flick.
I turn and our eyes connect in the dim, flickering theatre lights. Biting my lip, I get turned on watching his eyes on my mouth. A hunger, thick and rich, implodes inside of me when he releases my hand and moves his warm touch to my bare legs. I could scream with joy that there’s nobody sitting anywhere near us when I brazenly uncross my legs.
I’ve never been sexually promiscuous. Like, ever. I had never even seen the majority of the things at Leslie’s hen night party. I also never would have called myself an exhibitionist, but what’s happening to my body right now is not up for debate. It’s intense and heavy and I want it right the f*ck now.
“Vi?” Hayden whispers my name in question, tickling my inner thighs.
I bite my lip and nod shamelessly as I shift down in my seat. I snatch my denim jacket off the chair next to me and toss it over my legs to conceal the place that his hand is currently en dangerous route to. Definitely a place I wouldn’t normally have opened for visitors in the middle of a public theatre, but f*ck a duck, this is Hayden we’re talking about. I drop my head back on the chair and turn to him to whisper in his ear. “I need you, Hayden. Right now.”
He clears his throat and my inner thigh muscles clench with satisfaction at his blatantly ruffled feathers. He slides down in his seat a bit too, allowing him better access, and resumes his travelling pursuit between my thighs. His finger tips are firm and slightly rough, only further intensifying all of my sensations. They finally reach my centre and he begins stroking me through the flimsy fabric of my thong. I stifle a moan and grab his wrist aggressively just as he pinches my clit. He freezes and tenses, but I’m not worried about him right now. I maintain my ironclad grip on his leather cuff, doing my best to gain control over myself. Finally, when I think I can handle more without screaming out in ecstasy, I release his wrist and trail my fingers up his forearm, gliding them along the crook near his bicep.
Slowly, he slips one finger around the fabric and brushes against my bare slit. My teeth crush down on my lower lip so hard I can feel the bumpy muscle beneath the skin. I should feel embarrassed by how soaked I am already, but f*ck…everything he does to me feels so good right now. All I can feel in this one moment is excitement. Excitement from the naughtiness. Excitement from the location. Excitement from f*cking Hayden.
Fucking Hayden.
“Christ, Vi,” he groans with a stiff, husky voice.
He plunges his finger deep inside me…as far as he can from this angle and, oh my God, does it feel incredible. I pump my hips like a wanton sex siren, calling him inside of me, aching for him to continue his quest. He honours my call. He pushes a second finger in me and I turn to bite down on his shoulder, overcome by the deliciousness of his touch. He pumps in and out in steady, purposeful swells. My breathing turns laboured and frenzied as he works me closer and closer to climax. Desperate for something to do with my hands, I reach out and touch his huge, firm bulge concealed beneath the tight denim.
He grabs my wrist with his other hand. “There’s time for that later,” he croaks.
“I want you, Hayden,” I say, my eyes opening and landing on his, which were already watching me with a sexy, thinly-veiled intensity that I feel everywhere. The connection between us feels electric and, oddly, tears prick my eyes at the powerful force being transferred between us right now.
Suddenly, my body distracts me from my emotions as his finger twists to a location that has me toppling over the edge. I throw my arm over my face and silently scream with wild, orgasmic conviction as I feel the climax reach every single inch of my body.
“We need to leave,” Hayden says, yanking his hand from between my legs. He snatches my jacket off my lap and covers himself while hauling me up from my seat. My legs feel like gelatin as I tug my dress down and he guides me through the darkened theatre toward the green exit sign.
My mind is in a complete fog, so I’m surprised when we step out of the theatre to see that it’s completely dark out. I lose track of time so easily with Hayden.
“Fuck,” he curses quietly, taking note of the pouring rain and glancing up and down the street for a cab.
“My flat is only two blocks, Hayden.”
“It’s raining,” he says to me, obviously agitated by the situation.
“So?” I say putting my hands on my hips, feeling a bit more of my strength return in the fresh and wet London night air.
“You’re not f*cking walking in the rain, Vi,” he growls in frustration, looking up and down the empty street again.