Page 12 of Temptation and Treachery
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The gravel in his voice caught him by surprise. Damn, but this woman threw him out of his element. He’d never dealt with anyone like her. Baby. He’d called her that, a word he always used because he couldn’t be bothered to learn a woman’s name. Something inside him contracted at the realization. He’d never be able to call her that again. Angel seemed appropriate. Though, thankfully, his angel wasn’t as lily white as she looked.
Her eyes were huge, her skin flushed down past the edge of her rounded collar. She was venturing into new territory and still didn’t know how far she’d go. The fact she hadn’t bolted was already a win. He breathed in her perfume from the warm spot between her breasts.
Dropping his lips to her throat, he basked in the heavy beat of her pulse, but she didn’t utter a protest. She’d broken through her shell, and his cock was ready to burst at the possibilities. Though he wouldn’t run the risk of embarrassing her if Mary Lou busted them. Not when there were so many other options.
Under her dress, he hooked his thumbs into the elastic on either of her hips and tugged. She wore cotton. Something plain that covered all of her, the high cut at the legs the only break in the severe design. They’d be a solid color, likely white. It was a nice change from the thin strips of nothing that passed for underwear. They left little to the imagination, and imagination played a big part in this thing between them.
He splayed his fingers, curving around silky thighs to caress her incredible legs. Every few inches he paused, dropping kisses down her body until he was kneeling, helping her step out of the white panties. The scent of her arousal surrounded him, and he spread his legs, relieving some of the pressure on his aching cock. Endless seconds passed as he memorized the way the skirt’s flower print draped along the sexy little V of her mound. How her breath echoed in the closet-size room. And how she braced herself as he cupped her calf, bringing her leg up until it was level with his mouth. As promised, he started at the inside of her knee, pushing her skirt up while he explored the soft skin covering her firm, muscled thigh.
He bunched up her skirt, stopping to admire the pale hair at the juncture of her thighs. Every female body was essentially the same, yet they weren’t. Just now, with this beautiful woman, he realized how different they could be.
She sucked in a breath, and he didn’t hear her exhale, so he stopped torturing them both. Using the tip of his tongue, he ran up the crease along her mound, reveling in how she raked her nails behind his collar. Then, setting her leg on his shoulder, he gave a long, wide tongue lick to her heated center, enjoying her cream, then going back for more. Above him, she moaned, arching until the wall protested around them.
He teased the sensitive skin along her slit, one side then the other, until neither one of them could stand the wait. Parting her with his thumb, he explored her inner folds, reveling in every bit of her welcome. Knowing he triggered all this heat. All this moisture.
Celeste whimpered above him, her calf muscles tightening against his back. She tilted her hips, giving him better access to her swollen folds and a view he’d like to mold out of clay.
This was supposed to be a quick taste. Just enough to keep the image of him going down on her in the front of her mind. But she was so damn sweet. Her throaty purrs egging him on, making him want more. More of the sexy little noises. More of her pleasure. Fuck. He needed relief. Needed to bust out of his jeans and stroke his cock as his tongue tunneled into the tightness of her body until she screamed her release and brought every leaf of the imaginary tree down around them.
“Y’all okay in there?” Mary Lou called, dropping more clothes over the door.
Hell. He hadn’t even heard her coming past the rush of his blood. Pulling back, he pressed his eyes closed for a second, keenly aware of the unlatched door. Celeste wouldn’t appreciate being caught this way, and she’d be in no condition to answer. “Yep.” He gave her another deep pass before he let his thumb take over the caress. “Just helping convince my girl she’ll need more of these panties.” He looked up to find stormy skies alive in her eyes.
Mary Lou chuckled on the other side of the door, obviously used to the occasional mischief in her dressing rooms. The little bells chimed, announcing another customer, and Celeste released a breath. “I’ll be right over here if you need me.” With that warning, she turned away in a click of high heels.
Celeste closed her eyes, letting her head drop against the wall while she settled her skirt.
Much as he wanted to, he didn’t push. Any more and he’d end up inside her, fulfilling his threat to knock over Mary Lou’s kinky displays, despite whoever waited on the other side of the damn door. He sucked the edge of his thumb while he stood, savoring the last taste of her. He kissed her, pushing through to stroke his tongue along hers, then watched her eyes shoot open as she tasted herself on him. She rewarded him with a jagged whimper.
He cupped her breasts, kneading them as he studied every minute reaction. “Do you need to come?” he asked against her mouth. Erotic possibilities flashed through his mind. “Or will you put on the underwear?” He plucked at one hard nipple, wishing he was using his mouth. “And think of me on my knees, enjoying every lick on your beautiful pussy.”
“Yes.” She pressed his hand against her, stopping his play. “I’ll wear them. And I’ll take two more to go.”
They needed to get to the hotel. Someplace he could fuck her properly. He drew back, adjusting himself. Six o’clock couldn’t get here soon enough.
