Bab 8: Chase

Livia's breath catches. There’s a moment when the noise around us seems to fade away, when the gentle lights of the restaurant cover us in a soft glow, and she seems to bloom open. Her eyelashes flutter and her body curves toward me.

"I think I’d like to see you greedy," she says, her tongue running along her bottom lip.

I feel her words everywhere: my bones, my skin, my throbbing erection.

"Your wish is my command, kitten." I lean forward over the table, my eyes hot on her sweet face. "Are you wearing a bra tonight?"

She licks her lips again, her breathing now quick and shallow. "No," she admits in a whisper. "The dress has a low back, and I…" She trails off, looking at me with something between helplessness and defiance. It makes my cock harder than it already is.

"Panties?"

I can see the pulse hammering in her neck now. She gives me a quick jerk of her head from side to side.

No panties.