His hand clutched the glass

Teasing her

Tormenting her

Making her ache

to be touched in places

only seen by his eyes

His strength

the way his fingertips

danced a tango

across her skin

The intention with which

he slid them

into her sweet abyss

She crossed her legs

underneath the

restaurant table

attempting to stop the flood

gathering at the

apex of her thighs

His long fingers

making her needy

forcing her

to beg for release

His eyes darken

as his lips curve

into a devious smile

He's unspoken

until he knew

she was already

coming apart for him

without a single touch

She hears

the soft clicking

of his fingers

her heat intensifies

Those hands

will make her whimper

in need later

Now she just needs

to get through dinner