Unravelled (Revealed #2) (29 page)

He stared down at me for a few seconds, his eyes awash with emotion before letting out a wry chuckle and soothing my bruised lower lip with a gentle lick. ‘You have no idea how close I was to fucking you right here, Allie.’ He then placed a peck on the end of my nose which was so chaste it was at complete odds to the heated action of a second ago.

I was an utter mess; my brain was fogged with desire, my legs trembling from the intensity of our kiss, and my heart was still hammering wildly against my ribs. ‘I want you so badly,’ he muttered, adjusting the bulge in the front of his trousers and raising his hands to help me smooth down my hair.

Jeez. I was aroused beyond my comprehension and I was panting. Hard. I sounded like I was having a flipping asthma attack. Suddenly there was a quiet ‘ping’, and before I could properly prepare myself, the doors opened to reveal an elderly couple waiting for the carriage.

We all stood still. The only sound filling the space between us was my ragged breathing and it drew the attention of both of them as their pale eyes turned towards me.

Rather abruptly, the pressure of the moment got to me – their peering, beady eyes staring at me, Sean’s silly disguise, my panting, not to mention the fact that if we’d pulled apart just a few seconds later they would have gotten a right eyeful of our lusty embrace – and I giggled. It was one of those half giggles, where you know you aren’t really supposed to laugh so you try and catch it in your throat like a cough. Unfortunately, that just made me snort like a pig.

Turning desperate eyes on Sean, I saw him squeezing his lips together too, clearly having a similar reaction to me. Or perhaps it was my giggles that had prompted his.

The cherry on the cake came when he casually moved his hands to cover his groin. My eyes darted down with the movement, and the knowledge that he was definitely sporting a hard-on sent me over the edge as more giggly-snorty noises escaped from my throat and wouldn’t stop.

‘Is she all right?’ one of the couple asked as Sean raised one hand to grip my shoulder in an attempt to guide me from the lift.

‘She’s fine, thank you, just very excited about trying the sushi.’ Of course his silly answer did nothing to ease my giggles and by the time we were alone in the small foyer, both of us were laughing.

As we composed ourselves, Sean placed his hands on my shoulders and gazed down at me as his thumbs massaged the bare skin. ‘I feel so carefree tonight,’ he blurted. ‘Being here with you, it’s so perfect. I feel like nothing else exists.’

Joining in his soft smile, I had to agree. That was no doubt the reason for my giggling – I felt on top of the world. Sean, who was still looking highly amused, raised a hand, and used his thumb to wipe away the sole tear that had escaped during my laughter. ‘Better now, my gorgeous girl?’

‘Yes, thank you.’ I was still grinning like an idiot, but at least I was a happy, head-over-heels-in-love idiot.

‘I’m glad I amuse you,’ he murmured with a roll of his eyes. ‘Although that wasn’t the exact reaction I had been aiming for when I kissed you.’

Oops. Perhaps my giggles had dented his ego, although seeing as this was Sean, sex god extraordinaire, I highly doubted it. Flashing me a wink, he linked our fingers together and led me to the counter in the entryway. Absorbing the lovely warmth from his palm I glanced up at him and shook my head – it was really weird to see him with the blond ponytail.

‘Good evening, I have a reservation under the name of Dean Waters.’ Oh God, he was using a fake name as well. That was almost enough to make me laugh again, but thankfully my moment of madness seemed to be behind me and I managed to maintain my composure.

I was brought further down to earth as we were guided to a private booth by the window and I saw the stunning views across downtown LA. We were surrounded by shimmering skyscrapers twinkling with lights as the evening darkened around them. Glancing around, I could see why Sean had dressed up too, because although this place wasn’t screamingly posh, it was certainly beautifully elegant.

‘This is amazing,’ I murmured, awed by the place, delicious smells, and peculiar sight of him sitting opposite me. He was still handsome as sin even in a disguise.

Pushing a menu toward me, he pointed to the drinks section. ‘I don’t drink spirits, but I’ve been reliably informed by my sister that this place does the best lychee martinis. She always wants to come here when she visits because she reckons this is the best sushi she’s ever tasted, and that the martinis are “out of this world”.’ As he drew out the words I wondered about his sister. I was curious about her, and knowing that she had been the one to pull him out of his self-destructive drink phase I was keen to meet her one day too.

I’d never really tried lychees – they looked a bit too much like eyeballs for my liking – but as the drink came so highly recommended by Evie I could hardly resist, so I ordered one from the pretty waitress who arrived at our table to take our order.

Once Sean had ordered for us – a sharing platter of various Japanese delights – he leant forward and casually began to fiddle with his chopsticks. ‘Now, before we eat, I need you to go to the toilet and remove your panties for me.’ A small choked noise escaped from my mouth as my eyes darted to Sean in shock. Where the hell had that come from? He was now relaxing back against the booth, looking completely calm and relaxed as if he hadn’t just directed me to do something ridiculously naughty in this high-end restaurant.

‘What?’ I spluttered. Even though I’d heard him perfectly I was doubting whether my ears were actually working.

‘You heard me, Allie. Go. Now.’

His commanding tone had me instantly standing up as my core clenched and flooded with arousal, but then I paused and looked down. ‘But … but … my dress is really short.’ It might have sounded a flimsy excuse, but I wasn’t convinced that it would hide my modesty, and the thought of flashing the other posh diners filled me with horror.

Narrowing his eyes on my legs, Sean pursed his lips and then let out a throaty noise of disapproval. ‘Shit. You’re right.’

Lowering myself into my seat, I was surprised to feel a pang of disappointment at the abrupt end to his planned naughtiness. I’d never really considered myself much of an exhibitionist, but in the lift I’d barely been able to stop myself, and now I was seriously considering throwing caution to the wind and removing my knickers regardless of who saw my pale, white arse. But before I could do anything reckless, Sean stood up, dropped a kiss on the top of my head, and disappeared.

Following his retreating figure, I assumed he was heading to the bathrooms and shook my head as a smile flitted to my lips at his sexy playfulness tonight.

A minute or so later, the waitress arrived at our table with our drinks order. My martini was a pale, creamy, green and decorated with half a lychee still in its pink shell. It looked beautiful. I was taking my first sip when Sean arrived back and stopped beside me instead of re-taking his seat.

‘Is the drink good?’ he enquired mildly, causing me to nod as I took my first sip of the delicious liquid. ‘Good, I’m glad.’

Leaning down, he casually placed a small rectangle of grey material next to my chopsticks and then slipped into his seat opposite with an odd expression on his face that was somewhere between desire and extreme smugness.

Placing my fingers on the material, I found it warm, and looked to Sean in confusion. I already had a napkin, so what was this?

‘You can go to the bathroom now and swap your underwear for that,’ he said quietly giving a flick of his fingers towards the grey cloth. Still mystified, I picked up the soft material and was about to open it up when Sean leant across and stopped me. ‘Uh-uh … not here. Trust me, you’ll want to do that in the bathroom. Don’t be long.’

Taking his words as my dismissal I left for the toilets and didn’t unfold the grey cloth until I was safely inside one of the posh marble cubicles. Holding a corner, I flapped the material open, unsure what I would find, and let out a squeak of surprise.

Pants! The material was his boxer shorts, and I could barely believe it. One of my favourite Calvin Klein pairs, too. Seeing as I was now holding them in my hand, that meant that Sean was going commando in the restaurant, a thought that thrilled me immensely and had me squirming on the spot. Smiling broadly at how ridiculous – yet arousing – all of this was, I relieved myself on the loo and tugged my knickers off.

Holding my underwear in my teeth I turned his boxers around, not convinced that they would fit me, and then stepped into them. A girlish giggle escaped my throat as I had to turn the waistband over twice to get them to stay up, but after faffing for a few minutes, I was in, and they seemed relatively secure and hidden by the length of my dress.

Folding up my own knickers – a very small, lacy pink thong – I held them balled in my hand and walked back to the table hoping that I didn’t end up with his boxers around my ankles. Knowing my tendency for clumsiness, I’d place bets on the possibility of falling flat on my face with his pants flapping in the air around one foot and my arse on display to the entire restaurant.

Realistically, I knew that wouldn’t happen, not if I walked carefully. I also knew that none of the other diners would know I was holding my knickers and wearing my boyfriend’s pants, but by the time I got back to the table, my cheeks were absolutely flaming anyway.

Slipping into the booth, I licked my dry lips then deliberately took my time and had a sip of my drink. I could play at sexy games just as well as him if I put my mind to it, so I decided that if Sean wanted my panties he was going to have to ask for them.

The martini really was delicious, the sweet, cool liquid bolstering my courage as I hummed appreciatively and placed my glass back down, adjusted it on the placemat, and casually raised my eyes to meet his gaze.

What I found were two lust-filled green pools staring back at me with a look so intense that I shuddered from desire. The contacts still seemed odd, but the look he was giving me was so familiar that I managed to overlook them. I could almost see him vibrating from his barely contained excitement until finally, Sean rose to my bait and leant forward, extending one hand, palm upwards.

‘I believe you have something for me.’

This was completely crazy. We were in a posh restaurant and I was holding my knickers in my hand, for goodness’ sake, but being pulled in by Sean’s confident tone I lifted my hand and placed it in his. ‘Indeed I do. Hot off the press.’ To an outsider it would simply look as if we were sharing an affectionate hand hold during our meal, whereas really, I was handing him a pair of illicitly removed knickers.

Instead of grabbing them immediately, Sean took a second to run his thumb across the side of my hand, the soft, tender action warming me to my core. He looked positively gleeful, not to mention sexy as hell.

‘My gorgeous girl. You do have a naughty streak, don’t you?’

Chewing on my lower lip, I felt my cheeks heat even further as I gave a shy nod. God knows why I suddenly felt shy – we’d done all manner of things to each other in the past so removing my knickers in public shouldn’t be such a big deal.

‘Don’t look embarrassed, I love that you’re adventurous,’ he murmured as he took the knickers from my hand and drew his arm back into his lap.

I was about to tell him that I was only adventurous when I had him to guide me, but he surprised me by standing up. ‘Right, I’ll just go and put these on,’ he murmured, his face a picture of utter seriousness. What? My mouth dropped open so fast that my jaw audibly clicked, and then Sean was doubled over with laughter so loud that it briefly drew the attention of a passing waiter.

‘I’m kidding!’ He dropped back in his seat, chuckling. ‘Jesus, can you seriously imagine me wearing these?’ He tugged on the thin string that made up the majority of the thong and winced. ‘They’d cut my nut sack in half.’

Squashing up my panties into his fist, he lifted his hand and took a sniff. Jesus. I was fast losing count of the number of times my eyes had bulged from their sockets tonight, but no matter how shocked I was I couldn’t drag my eyes away from his. He looked so raw, so masculine, and so utterly into me that it felt like the biggest compliment I’d ever been paid.

‘You smell fucking amazing, Allie,’ he growled heatedly. I had no reply, so I just sat there gawking at him as my body thrummed with arousal. Playing with the lacy material, he smirked at me. ‘These are damp. Were you wet for me in the lift? Are you wet for me now?’

Oh. My. God. So we were now officially partaking in dirty-talk slap bang in the middle of a restaurant. His eyebrow raise told me he actually expected an answer, so with a loud swallow I nodded and replied, ‘Yes, and yes.’

His cheeks flushed slightly as he tucked my knickers into the pocket of his trousers with the sexiest, darkest smirk on his face.

To my horror, the waitress then arrived with our meal, placing down two large platters of sushi and sashimi, a bowl of pickled ginger, and a bottle of dark soy sauce. Bowing, she retreated and placed a screen across the entrance to our booth to give us some privacy as we ate.

The food looked delicious, but as I caught Sean’s gaze I saw that he was completely ignoring the meal and staring fixedly at me instead.

‘I want you to touch yourself, Allie. I want to watch you come. I need it. Do you think you could do that for me, here in this restaurant?’

Ho-ly shit. Any thoughts of eating disintegrated at his words as my mouth went dry, but my sex flooded with arousal. It was as if all the moisture in my body had listened to his words and pooled at my core.

This was one of those moments where I effortlessly found myself bowing to his dominance again, and jerkily, my head nodded, causing him to grin in response. ‘You don’t have to speak, just follow my guidance. Keep your eyes on me at all times, understand?’ I was so deeply under his spell that I was only vaguely aware of nodding before he let out a deep, satisfied breath.

‘Good girl. Lower your hand now. Dip under that ridiculously short skirt of yours and slip your hand inside my boxers.’