My breath caught in my lungs.
Yes.
No.
Yes. I did want him to touch me. Whether it was good or bad or so fucking out of character, I didn’t care, refused to think about how I’d ended up there.
“I don’t want people to see.”
Wait. What?
That wasn’t what I’d meant to say.
I’d been distilled down to my baser instincts, someone driven by her screaming pulse and a need for touch and taste and release. I wanted him to snap my spine in half. Nothing else mattered.
He turned us so that I was facing the wall, and his big, warm palm immediately moved up, and his chest rumbled on an indecent groan when he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra. His rough hand engulfed my breast, and my knees went weak.
“You’d taste so good, wouldn’t you?”
I was mindless. He rolled his palm over the tip of my breast, then pinched, and I tried to turn to kiss him, but he held me firmly in place.
“No, not here, Red.” He licked down the line of my neck, placing sucking kisses as his fingers plucked at the hard tip of my breast. “I’ll take you somewhere and make tonight so good for you.”
His other hand moved from my hip, deftly unbuttoning the front of my pants.
I rolled my hips against the hard line of him, and he growled, sucking at the side of my neck so hard that I’d probably have a mark.
Please, please, please,I thought with frantic, sharp panic that made my entire frame shake.
“Listen to you,” he praised. “You’re so sweet, aren’t you?”
Had I said that out loud? I couldn’t even care. I didn’t care about anything except finding an end to this unbearable climb of tension. My entire body was strung tight, skin humming, pulse screaming, and if it didn’t snap soon, I’d scream.
With one palm cupping my breast and the other slowly easing down the front of my pants, he pressed kisses along my jawline.
I gripped his thick wrist as he pushed underneath my underwear, my other hand shooting out to brace against the wall in front of us. My back arched, pressing my ass into his groin, and I bit out a ragged curse.
When he slid the blunt edge of his fingers between my legs and found me slick, he groaned into my ear. “I could take you right here, couldn’t I, Red? Make you scream with all these people watching, and you wouldn’t care.”
I sagged into his embrace, the filthy words only ratcheting up my insatiable need to feel good, feel better than I had in a long time.
Would I let him?
Could I let him take me somewhere dark, somewhere private, where I would have to gather my clothes and walk home knowing that I’d done something I’d promised myself I’d never do again?
No.No.
My eyes flew open.
What the fuck was I doing?
My skin went cold, and my body went still.
I’d let a stranger shove his hand down my pants in a public place. A stranger with no name, who knew nothing about me except my willingness to let him touch my body. Maybe anyone could’ve sat next to him and he would’ve done the same thing.
An interchangeable vessel.
Even worse, I couldn’t fight the curl of shame as I realized I’d done the same to him.