Page 51 of Tempt
She stared at my chest. “Hey.”
I tipped her chin up. “What’s going on in there?”
Reluctantly she met my eyes. “I suddenly felt weird.”
“Why?”
She pressed her lips together and glanced toward the windows. I followed her gaze, thinking maybe she was worried about neighbors watching, but the blinds were closed. “Because—because Mason.”
Instantly, I understood. “He’s been here.”
She nodded. “It didn’t occur to me when I invited you over.”
“Me either.”
“Not that our relationship was very sexual,” she went on quickly. “It wasn’t. We spent a lot of time together, but our chemistry was definitely more friendly than physical.”
“It’s okay.” I brushed her hair back from her face. “If you want me to leave, I will.”
“I don’t want you to leave.”
“Good.”
“I guess I just wish things were different.” Then she shook her head and laughed. “How many times are we going to say that?”
“Tell you what.” I pressed my lips to her forehead. Her cheek. Her throat. I inhaled the scent of her perfume. “Let’smakethem different.”
“What do you mean?” Her voice was already slightly breathless.
I untied her robe and it fell open. I slid it down her arms and kissed her shoulder. “I mean,” I said, slipping one hand up the back of her neck and the other around her lower back, “let me do something to take your mind off anything or anyone else.”
“What you’re doing is a damn good start,” she said, tilting her head while my lips devoured her throat and my hand moved over her ass, curved around her hip, slipped between her thighs.
“And it will be a damn good finish,” I promised, easing her onto the bed. “But I plan on taking my time.”
She propped herself up on her elbows and watched me undress with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “I want to know about all your tattoos,” she said, her eyes wandering over my skin.
“Later.” I stood naked before her and pushed her knees apart. Then I glanced at the nightstand before letting my gaze travel up her thighs to her pussy to her breasts to her eyes. “You know what I want?”
“What?”
I reached over and hooked my fingers through the handle of the top drawer. Paused.
She gasped. “Bottom drawer.”
I pulled it open and spotted the vibrator—and my business card. A stroke of my ego. Smiling like a cocky bastard, I reached in and pulled it out. “Look what I found.”
Her cheeks flushed. “That’s where I keep it.”
“I like that.” I took the card and dragged the width of it along her inner thigh, from her knee to the apex of her body. Then I did the same on her other leg, up her outer thigh this time, and over her hip, across her stomach—she shivered—between her breasts. I teased one nipple with it, then the other, licking my lips as I watched them grow hard. Leaning over her body, I took one perfect peak in my mouth, circling it with my tongue before sucking hungrily.
Her hands moved to my hair and stayed there while I feasted on her delectable curves. Abandoning the card, I eased a hand between her thighs again, finding her warm and wet. I slipped a finger inside her, then rubbed it over her clit in slow, deliberate strokes. Her legs hooked around the backs of my thighs, pulling me closer. “Zach,” she pleaded. “I want you.”
“I want you too.” I straightened up and reached into the drawer for her toy. “But first, I want to play a little.” I turned it on and positioned the tip at her entrance. “Is this okay?”
Propped up on her elbows again, she looked adorably nervous, but she nodded.
“Have you ever let anyone do this to you before?”
