Page 54 of Grasp The Moment

What kind of fabric shop puts tulle and satin in the same aisle anyway?

Derek’s presence at my back causes me to go still as he turns me around to face him. “You like Ryan?”

I tilt my head at him, feigning confusion as he gives me a zero-bullshit glare.

“Don’t glare at me, sour bear. I said Ihada crush on him,” I tut, emphasizing the word “had” as he narrows his eyes on me.

Derek gently grasps my chin, tilting my head up to match his eyes. “How long ago was this?”

I breathe in his rich smell and sigh as he gets closer to me, the air between us thick.

“Can’t say,” I tease as he chuckles darkly.

“I’ll make you forget about it anyway…” He trails off, and before I can mull over his words, his hand is clutching my throat and his lips are on mine.

Derek groans into the kiss, moving my head to the side as his lips trail to my neck and then up to the spot below my ear, kissing and sucking the space. A moan almost escapes me, but he sees it coming before it does and clasps a hand around my mouth.

“I’m going to need you to be very,veryquiet. Can you do that for me, darlin’?”

His words catch me off guard, but the desire burning beneath the depths of his brown eyes has me slowly nodding from beneath his hand.

Derek leans in close, his own lips an inch from his hand on my mouth. “Good girl.”

I think I’m going to combust.

His hand, which I hadn’t noticed on the small of my back, pulls me closer to him. I gasp as he pulls me back into a searing kiss, and the hand that’d been on my mouth travels to my breast, palming it above my clothing.

“Will you let me touch you, right here? Let me touch you where you’re aching for me?”

I nod, my chest heaving as the dirtiest of words fall from the lips of the quietest and calmest man that I know.

“Words, darlin’,” he tuts, grasping the bottom of my chin, holding the cheeks.

“Wh-what if we get caught?”

Derek smirks. “Then don’t make a sound… What do you say?”

I bite my bottom lip before quickly pecking him, “I want you to touch me, Derek.”

He wastes zero time, raising my skirt ever so slightly, pulling my panties to the side with his long, thick fingers. I sigh into his mouth as he kisses me and works his thumb on my clit.

I catch our reflection through a small opening in the curtains next to us. If someone walked by this window, they’d see us, no doubt about it.

“You’re so wet for me, darlin’. Does me touching you like this in public get you off? Or is it just my beautiful face?”

“The sight of myself makes me horny. Haven’t you wondered why I always stare at myself in the car mirror?” I tease, groaning and placing my head on his arm as he inserts a finger inside of me.

“Hmm, is that so? Look at me, baby. That’s right…” he says, his southern accent in full flare as he works me between my thighs.

Rustling a few aisles over alerts us to someone else being in the store, and my eyes widen as I try to untangle us from this compromising position.

Derek, on the other hand, could give a flying fuck. Instead of stopping, he pushes in another finger and pumps faster, all while his thumb continues to circle me—working me over.

His lips are on mine, kissing and massaging my own as he pulls back an inch. “I’m gonna need you to cum for me, can you do that, darlin’? Can you come on my fingersfor me?”

I moan, I don’t mean to, but the dirty words that tumble out of this country gentleman mixed with his movements have me seeing stars.

Derek chuckles cockily. “That’s my girl… Come on, let it out, baby.”