Page 85 of Cross the Line

But it wasn’t just on the dance floor, in the shadows, hidden in a crush of people. Because anyone could’ve seen us—and many people had—when she’d licked salt from my skin, taking the lime from my lips.

Even now, we weren’t being as careful as normal. Even now, she was pushing the limits.

Logan lifted our hands so they were resting on her thigh, and I took that as an invitation to slide my hand higher. This little game we were playing was risky and hot, and I’d been hard all night. Was that her goal? To drive me insane?

She squirmed a little as I drifted higher still. But to everyone else, she remained engaged in Cece’s story. God, she was perfect.

I watched Logan out of the corner of my eye, enjoying the way her breath hitched when I moved closer to her center, tracing the edge of her underwear. I was testing the limits, teasing her. Her lips parted, and I knew she was trying to maintain her composure. Because of me.

I leaned in, grateful everyone else was too involved in their conversations to care about us. Even so, I kept my voice low as I said, “It’s later,” referring to our earlier conversation at the club. “Should I kiss you now?”

Her lips parted, a dazed look on her face. She moved her hand to my thigh, giving it a squeeze as if to center herself.

“Should I kiss you on the lips?” I asked, careful not to look at her for fear that someone would suspect what we were discussing. “Your breasts? Your pussy?”

As if to demonstrate, I inched beneath her underwear, dragging my fingers between her folds. Fucking heaven.

She didn’t answer—at least, not in words. Instead, she slid her hand over my length, palming me through my briefs. Fuck. Me.

The woman was just as daring as I was. I challenged her; she challenged me right back. I fucking loved it.

“You’re thinking about riding my cock, aren’t you?” I asked. She nodded, biting back a smile. “Wishing I could slide inside you right now.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Her hair was wet and slicked back, but I could see the edge of the temporary tattoo on her neck. I wanted to lick it, lick her everywhere until she was screaming my name. And the longer we stayed in the hot tub, the more difficult it was to remember why I couldn’t—or shouldn’t—do just that.

I rested my head against the decking, sipping my drink as I stared at the sky. I contributed to the conversation every so often, but I was only half paying attention. I was more focused on Logan and not coming in my boxers.

I continued toying with Logan, my restraint hanging on by a thread.

“I could,” I whispered. “I could pull you onto my lap, slip those panties to the side, and fuck you while surrounded by our friends.”

She let out a little whimper, and I tried to hide my satisfaction.

“Lo,” Cece said

Logan’s attention snapped to her friend, and she swallowed hard. “What’s up?”

“You’re looking a little flushed. Are you drinking enough water?”

“Just a little warm.” Logan’s voice hitched as I teased her clit, dipping down to toy with her entrance. I slid one finger inside, and she sucked in a jagged breath.

“Maybe you should get out,” Cece offered, inclining her head. “You know, to cool off a little.”

“I—” Logan’s words got lost as I went back to stroking her clit, giving it a little pinch. “I might. In a minute. We’ll see.”

I lifted my drink to my lips to hide my smirk.

Cece watched Logan a moment more, assessing her before returning her attention to Gabe.

“Would you want that?” I asked, returning to our game. “Would you want to show them how well you come for me? How much you love taking my cock?”

Her cheeks were flushed, small curls lining her forehead. She was fucking gorgeous like this, riding the edge of her pleasure. I was so tempted to let her go over, but I reminded myself this was payback. She’d teased me at the club in front of my friends, and now she’d have a taste of her own medicine.

Even so, I was torn. I wanted to watch her try to hold it together as she unraveled in front of an audience. But another, bigger part of me wanted to keep her pleasure to myself. And I knew the longer she had to wait, the more I drew this out, the harder she would come.

So, I withdrew my hand.