Page 6 of Come to Me

But I'm not shying away from more. It's going to be such delicious agony.

We buy tickets to a film that started five minutes ago. The usher assures us that the trailers are still rolling, that the theater is nearly empty. He looks at us like he knows what we have planned. Are we really that obvious?

I whisper in Luke's ear. "Are you sure this is wise? What if someone recognizes me?"

His hand slides over my waist, until his fingers are pressed against my bare back.

Jesus. My skin tingles with an electric current.

There's no way I can sit through a two-hour movie before getting his hands on me.

He brings his mouth to my ear, his breath hot and heavy. "I am dying to make you come."

I must have a stupid look on my face, because he's grinning again. It's that confident look of his, the one that saysI know how much you want me. I know how good I am at filling you with desperate, achy need. And I'm going to do it. Then, I'm going to release you in a torrent of ecstasy. But not until you're begging and pleading.

"But we could always go home. Traffic has cleared by now," he offers.

But there's no doubt in his voice. He knows we aren't going anywhere.

He knows I need him now.

I shake my head. "No. I like that other plan."

He presses his lips into my neck. I already feel it--the rush of want between my legs. "Good," he whispers. "I've been daydreaming about it all damn week."

His lips are on my neck again, a harder kiss. We're in the middle of the lobby. The surly teenager at the concession stand is staring at us, but I don't care.

I close my eyes and lean into his kiss.

He takes my hand and leads me into the empty theater.

It's dark, but I can just make out a few people in the back-middle rows. The very back corner is empty. Is it the same corner, the same theater where we...

"It is," he responds to my thoughts. "But I don't want you thinking about that day when you scream my name. I want you so filled with pleasure that you're practically incoherent."

Jesus.

I nod. "I'm... on board."

His hands skim my waist as he follows me into the row. I sit next to the wall. It's the farthest corner of the theater. If anyone looked, they would be sure we were doing something...

Just like last time.

My heart pounds in my chest. Someone might see us, but I don't care. I almost want someone to see us, to see how damn good he is at delivering on his promises.

Luke lifts the arm rest and presses his lips into mine. It's soft at first. He moves slowly. His fingertips circle my knees and slide up my thighs, inching closer and closer to the edge of my dress. His kiss intensifies as his hand slides under my dress.

I clench my thighs, soaking in the feel of his skin on mine. God. He's about to... Almost... It's been so long.

This is already torture.

His tongue plunges into my mouth as he presses his hand against my panties. Every sense in my body turns on all at once.

I can hear his soft, heavy breath, even with the air conditioning on full blast and the movie launching into some loud action sequence.

He keeps his hand flat against my panties, another one of his horrible, wonderful teases. I flood with want, squirming in my seat, kissing him harder and harder.

Then, he runs his fingers over my panties. It's so light and gentle I can barely stand it. "Luke," I groan. "Touch me."