Uncovering Annabelle by N. J. Walters

She looked
so lost and unsure, his heart ached for her. It was his job to let
her know how sexy she was, and he had a feeling that just telling
her wouldn’t work. He had to show her.
    She gave him a startled look when he shifted
his chair, angling it so they were much closer. He reached under
the long tablecloth and touched her leg. Gathering the material in
his hand, he pushed up her dress until he had access to the naked
skin beneath. Mike trailed his fingers up the inside of her thigh
as he gave silent thanks to the Lord and the weatherman that it was
too hot for her to wear pantyhose.
    Annabelle froze at the first contact, but
gradually relaxed and parted her legs a small amount to give him
better access. Encouraged, Mike continued to stroke his fingers
over her skin. He ran them up and down the inside of her thigh,
skimming close to the top but not quite touching her underwear.
    Her skin was smooth and soft, and Mike
entertained himself with thoughts of rubbing his face over those
amazing legs before he finally buried his face between them. He
wanted to taste her, to lick and suck on her clitoris until she
screamed her release. Her breathing grew heavier and her legs
opened wider. Mike gently fondled the crotch of her panties.
    As if she couldn’t stop herself, Annabelle’s
hips undulated, pushing her more firmly against his fingers. His
erection strained against the zipper of his dress pants, but he
didn’t care. The secluded darkness of the corner, and the long
tablecloth, shielded them from prying eyes. He was so aroused he
hurt, but there was no way he was going to stop yet.
    The expression on Annabelle’s face was one
of a woman in the throes of passion. She’d tilted her head back
slightly and closed her eyes. Her skin had a rosy glow and her lips
parted on a low moan.
    He could feel the dampness of her arousal
through her cotton panties. She was so wet, so ready. His own body
clenched and his testicles drew tight to his body. He hadn’t been
this close to losing control since he was a teenager. And they were
in a restaurant, a public place.
    That thought brought his advances to a
screeching halt. He knew she’d be embarrassed if someone glanced
their way and suspected what they were doing. He’d only wanted to
make a point, not drive them both over the edge. He carefully
pulled his hand away.
    Annabelle shuddered and gradually opened her
eyes. They were unfocused and he could tell she wasn’t really
seeing him. She was still lost in the sensual enjoyment he’d given
her. He loved that he’d made her lose all her inhibitions.
    Then the sleepy pleasure in her gaze
disappeared, replaced by disbelief and not a little concern. Hot
color shot up her cheeks, but he refused to let her be ashamed of
herself.
    “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.” He
brought the fingers he’d used to caress her to his nose and
sniffed. “You smell sexy.” He flicked his tongue out to lick the
top of his finger. “You taste hot.”
    Mike could tell she was partly horrified by
what they had done, but she was also very aroused as well. That was
all the opening he needed. “We’d be so very good together,
Annabelle. Think about it. We could do whatever you wanted,
whenever you wanted.”
    He barely swallowed a groan when her tongue
slipped out to lick at her lips. He wanted to haul her over his
shoulder and drag her out of the restaurant. He wanted to keep her
in his bed for at least a week, maybe two, before he even
considered letting her out for a break. Instead, he forced himself
to sit there and wait for her to decide.
    Annabelle opened her mouth to speak. Closed
it. Took a sip of coffee and pushed her glasses up her nose before
she tried again. “I want to sleep with you. I have things I want to
do, to try.” She held up her hand to stop him before he could
speak. “But I have conditions.”
    “Whatever you want,” he promised her. At
this point he’d agree to just about anything. They could