Colour. Part 9

His expression was unreadable. “Dreaming of snakes is pretty common. I had a dream I was naked last night.”

I finished my glass of wine and looked at the server for another. “In public? I’ve never had that dream.”

“No. Not in public.”

Tate’s fingers rubbed against my silky panties. I shut my eyes when I felt one of his fingers run over my clit.

“Stop,” I whispered.

“I should, right? You probably get pretty loud ... You were loud in my dream.”

“Tate!”

I heard him snicker but he kept his hand right where it was, growing bolder every second. He had one finger curled around the edge of my panties, sliding through my cream.

His lips kissed the shell of my ear. Then he whispered hotly against me, “Meet me outside, in the back.”

Tate expertly removed his hand and then stood, disappearing somewhere in the dark edges of the room. I wasn’t even sure where he meant for me to go, but I got up a minute later to follow as if I were hypnotized.