Unravelled (Revealed #2)

by Alice Raine

  ‘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, bu
t 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.’

  I did as I was asked and sucked in a breath at how sensitive I was. It felt like every nerve ending in my body was pulsing through my groin. My flesh was slick, swollen from arousal and my fingers skated easily down and back up to my clit.

  ‘I … I’m close already, Sean,’ I gasped, my words breathy and thin.

  ‘That’s OK, baby, I can see in your face how turned on you are. As you touch yourself I want you to pretend it’s me.’ I whimpered, desperately wishing that it was him touching me, and knowing that no matter how good this felt, Sean could be making it feel a hundred times better.

  ‘I’m going to talk to you right until you climax, but I don’t want you to come without my permission, OK, baby?’

  Really? I was so hot for him that I’d almost come just from the first touch of my fingers, and I seriously doubted my ability to control it or hold off my release, but to please him, I nodded.

  ‘Feel those boxers against your hand now? Do you know how hard I was in them earlier? How hard I still am now?’ His eyes were burning into me, his posture tight and coiled with expectation. ‘In the lift when you were clawing at me with your nails and sucking on my tongue, I was so fucking stiff I nearly came there and then.’ A small, soft gasp left my lips as I felt more moisture saturate around my fingers. ‘Think of my cock now, Allie, it’s so hard again, baby, hard for you. Imagine it touching you, resting against your quivering body.’

  It was almost too much, the carnal tone of his voice combined with the vivid images it was creating in my mind were nearly driving me insane. My free hand gripped the edge of the table like a vice in a vain effort to hold back my impending climax. ‘Oh God, Sean … please.’ I wasn’t sure what I was begging for … him to let me come, to stop with dirty talk, or what … but the words just slipped out.

  ‘I’d fuck you so hard, Allie, I’m so turned on that there’s no way I could be gentle. Would you want that? Me to take you rough and hard? Fuck you until you begged for release?’

  ‘Oh God … yes …’ I was damp with sweat, my skin overheating from the closeness of my release and my attempts to control it, when he finally leant further across the table and peeled my fingers from the wood. Clutching my free hand he nodded, long and slow. ‘You need to be quiet now Allie, but you can come. Let it go, baby.’

  And I did. Boy, did I. I came like a frigging freight train, my hand gripping Sean’s so tightly that he winced, my body clenching and jerking as I came in a series of bone-jarringly deep contractions that had me both breathless and completely exhilarated at the same time. I did somehow manage to remain relatively quiet, although I think a small, needy whimper escaped because at one point, Sean grinned and whispered, ‘Shhh …’ I just hoped that if anyone had heard it, they might pass it off as a moan of appreciation at the quality of the food.

  When my mammoth public climax finally ended, I blew out a breath and released some of my vice-like grip from his hand with an embarrassed giggle.

  ‘That was so fucking hot. Give me your fingers,’ Sean ordered in a low tone, holding out his spare hand.

  Blinking rapidly, I lifted my hand up – complete with glistening digits – and watched as Sean proceeded to suck them into his mouth and give them a very thorough clean with his tongue. He didn’t break his eye contact at all, not the entire time his tongue worked tirelessly around my fingers. It was such an intimate act, and so sensual that if he carried it on for much longer I would soon be ramping up to climax number two.

  Finally he deemed my fingers clean enough, and released them from his mouth before taking both of my hands and holding them firmly. ‘Holy shit, Allie, you taste so good.’ Sean’s voice was choked and raspy, as if he was struggling to contain himself, and we both sat in stunned silence for several minutes as we tried to get ourselves back under control.

  Glancing sideways at the food, Sean wiggled his eyebrows at me, released my hands, and chuckled. ‘I think we might have diverted a little off course there. Just as well sushi is served cold, eh? Shall we get this date back on track and eat?’

  After my enormous orgasm I suddenly felt ravenous, but I couldn’t help but wonder about Sean’s condition, surely after all that he was in need of some release?

  ‘Don’t you need to … I mean, shall we … uh … sort you out?’ Seeing my flummoxed state, Sean smiled and shook his head.

  ‘No, that was just for you, sweetheart. I enjoyed it immensely, Allie. Watching you come is such a thrill.’ He licked his lips and I instantly wanted to lean over the table and kiss the trail of moisture his tongue had left. ‘Besides …’ He leant in, giving me a conspiratorial look, ‘… it gets a bit messier for me, especially when I’m as horny as I currently am, so it’s probably best not to let it shoot in a restaurant.’ If possible, my blush got even deeper, but I nodded in heated agreement and couldn’t help but smile when he winked at me and grinned. He looked so happy and carefree, and it was hugely contagious.

  ‘Come on, tuck in. The sushi here is the best I’ve ever eaten.’

  I had to say, the spread did look delicious, and after having another sip of my cocktail I tucked in with gusto.

  By the end of the meal, our lusty start had been pushed aside as we enjoyed the opportunity to spend some time together. Sean was chatty and entertaining as always, and I had such a good time that I was thoroughly loved up by the time we got the bill.

  Sean’s sister had certainly been right about both the martini and the restaurant, because the meal and drinks had been delicious and needless to say, I was now a fan of lychees.

  All things considered, this was one of our first real dates since we’d got together. We hadn’t ventured out together much in the UK because it had been cold and snowy, and since arriving in LA, our time together had been spent in my hotel suite. After practically living with Sean for the four weeks in the UK I had really missed his company in our months apart, and then this strained time in LA had put further pressure on us as a couple. Just being with him again tonight had
made me feel invigorated and alive. I finally felt positive about the future.

  Great food, drink, and company. I couldn’t think of a better way to spend an evening, and by the time Sean paid the bill, I was drunk with happiness and looking forward to what else the night might hold for us. As Sean took my hand and led me to the lifts, I felt my cheeks flush in anticipation, and as the usual frisson of desire surrounded us in the elevator’s enclosed space again, I realised that I couldn’t wait.

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  Sean

  As I drove Allie home with the top down and the warm evening breeze in our hair, I couldn’t help the smug curve that came to my lips as I thought over how well our meal had gone.

  I had nearly made one fuck-up at the beginning when I’d mentioned seeing her bloody laptop, because the times I’d seen it out were when I’d snuck into her room at night without her knowledge. Luckily she hadn’t seemed to realise. Thank God. I wasn’t sure how Allie would react if she knew I’d crept in several times to watch her sleep. She probably wouldn’t mind, not really, not if I explained how worried I’d been about her back then, but it would certainly give her a clue about just how deep my obsession for her ran, and I wasn’t sure that was something she needed to know.

  Apart from that one near blip, Allie had been completely relaxed and happy all night, which made me feel on top of the world. Her beautiful face had been alight with joy, reminding me of just how great we’d been back in the UK when we hadn’t had all the Savannah shit hanging over us. As well as feeling content, I felt real hope blooming in my chest. We could do this. It would work between us. Thank God for that, because now I’d experienced life with Allie I wasn’t sure I could go back to the lonely, insular existence I’d once had.

  As I accelerated, Allie’s long hair flipped up from her shoulders and across her face, causing her to giggle and smooth it down. The sound of her light laughter brought a grin to my lips. I loved that sound, but more than that, I loved being the cause of it. Yeah, I think I had done pretty well tonight.