Page 11 of Temptation and Treachery
Heat licked at her insides, easing the tension. “I did.”
“And you liked knowing you got me that way.”
She gave a tentative nod.
“I liked finding how wet you were. Knowing I did that to you.”
Her sex clenched, and her breath hitched.
“Tell me, what did you think about on the plane? Were you sitting in my lap?”
“Mmhmm.” He didn’t need to know about Vix or her overactive fantasy life. Because then he’d figure out the real Celeste was boring as unsweetened tea.
“It didn’t matter that we were on the flight, did it? Nobody around us mattered.”
She managed a slow nod, imagining Vix with heavily lined eyes, and jeans with a hole at the inner thigh. Bold. Brave. Not giving a damn what anyone thought. Doing all the things geeky Celeste couldn’t dare want… She’d created her that way. Which meant she knew what to do. What to say.
The back of his index finger caressed her cheek, sending her pulse skittering through her body. He was so patient, while she was ready to jump out of her skin, wanting him. It was time to put on her big-girl panties, literally, and stop living in the imaginary world of her alter ego.
Moving closer, she ran her fingers across his stomach, letting the truth set her free. “I want to try the panties, but I’m too wet to put them on.”
Did she actually say that out loud? Any second now she’d be properly horrified. Any second now…
Eyes darkening, he pushed off the doorway, backing her into the dressing room until she was against the wall. Her breasts rose between them with every breath, but he still wasn’t close enough.
“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard,” he murmured between kisses.
Was it? The hard shaft seemed evidence enough.
Palming her thigh, he slid up at a maddening pace, adjusting her over his leg, letting the smooth, warm leather play against her. She wound her leg around his hip, pressing into him with a move she’d only ever imagined.
“Baby.” His voice turned gravelly again. He cupped her breast, his fingers circling her nipple. “Tell me, have you ever fucked?”
She blinked, her mind tearing away from the caress. Oh god, if sex was supposed to be like this, she was a freaking virgin. She bit her lip, suddenly embarrassed about the pathetically inadequate state of her sex life.
“I’m not… I’ve had sex before.”
He tightened his jaw, shaking his head. “No, little angel,” he rasped, setting her directly over his shaft. “I mean, have you ever wrapped your legs around a man and just let him pound into you so hard you knocked the riding crops off a display on the other side of the wall?”
Her eyes widened. Lord. He wanted to have sex here. In the dressing room of Mary Lou’s boutique. The image filled her head, leaving her both excited and a little lightheaded. She curled her fingers into his arms. “No. Never.”
“I’d give anything to fuck you right now,” he rasped. “Hard.”
And she thought she was wet before.
“But we’d shatter this hollow wall before we were through.”
Her breath left her lungs, and she wasn’t quite sure her legs would hold her up.
“Holy hell, Rio.”
He put his finger on her mouth. “I know, boundaries.”
“No.” She parted her lips and rubbed them along his knuckle. “The images you put in my head.”
A lazy grin spread across his mouth. “I’m still trying to get past the tree thing.”
He kissed her jaw, then her neck, moving steadily down, leaving a trail of goose bumps along the way. “Was the shade really what you thought about?”
