“I think so.” Between the heat of his palm and the slow stroke of his fingers, my eyelids droop.
“Hmmm…” He sounds thoughtful, reflective almost. “That doesn’t sound very sure.”
I can’t think straight with his hand moving. “I don’t know why it doesn’t work.”
“Tell me what you think about?”
I frown. “I don’t want to.”
He laughs, and his fingers climb higher. “Too bad.”
I bite my lower lip. “I think. That’s the problem.”
“Ah, I see.” His hand moves higher, skimming along my sensitive skin. Palm gripping the curve of my thigh, I clench my muscles tighter, but he’s too strong. “Your brain gets in the way.”
“Yes.” My voice is a barely audible whisper.
He squeezes my leg. “Open.”
It’s not a request, but his touch feels so good, this time I don’t resist. I open, and he lifts my leg, sliding it onto his lap. The position leaves me spread wide and vulnerable.
I’m hot all over. Shallow breaths are all I can manage as his fingers come to rest so high on my inner thigh he’s touching the seam of my underwear.
His breath is warm on my skin. “Get up, go the bathroom and take off your panties.”
The words shake me from my daze and my lids fly open. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me, and when you get back to the table, hand them over.”
A rush of heat, panic and anticipation race through me. I stare up at him with incredulity.
He chuckles. “I think it’s time we got started on that orgasm.”