“You want me to conduct a more thorough inspection?”

Holding back my laughter, I scoot to the edge of the stool, opening my legs wider. “I think you have to.”

He leans closer, pressing his forehead to mine. “Look at me.”

My gaze searches the room one more time. It’s so dark, I don’t think anyone even realizes we’re over here. Well, except the girls behind the bar, but they’re not going to interrupt us.

I meet his burning gaze and my pulse jumps. Under my dress, he slides his finger along the edge of my underwear, slowly working it away from my body.

“Oh,” I gasp as soon as his rough fingers make contact with my sensitive skin.

“Just what I suspected,” he murmurs. Beard stubble scratches my cheek as he drops kisses along my jaw. “Tilt your hips for me.”

I loop my arms around his neck and adjust the way I’m perched on the stool. His body is hard under my palms as I stroke his shoulders.

“That’s it,” he encourages. “Kiss me.”

Hunger stirs inside me. Not only for his body, but his heart and soul too. I sweep my tongue against his lip, and he groans, encouraging me. I open my mouth and he brushes his tongue against mine at the same time he slips a finger inside me.

“Oh,” I moan into his mouth from the exquisite intrusion. He doesn’t give me much time to adjust before adding a second finger. I moan even louder, biting my lip and squeezing my eyes shut. I dig my fingers into his shoulders as he slowly eases his fingers in and out of me.

“So wet.” His mouth kicks into a grin. “Who made your pussy so wet?”

Devilish man. He brushes his thumb over my clit and I can’t form an answer. What was the question?

“You,” I whisper. “Fuck.”

He twists his wrist and pumps his fingers in and out faster. “Think you can come for me like this?”

I open my eyes to search the room again.

“No, keep your eyes on me. No one’s paying attention to us.” He slides his fingers out and makes a slow trail to my clit, rubbing in maddening circles.

I close my eyes and rest my forehead against his chest. “I’m already close.”

“Hmm.” For the next few seconds, he’s quiet, concentrating on the fire he’s building between my legs. I risk looking up into his eyes. He’s so focused on me it pushes me to the edge.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” he whispers.

I hook my ankles together behind his legs, pulling him closer. Inviting him to do whatever he wants.

He groans. “Come for me first.”