Page 53 of Pleasure Games

Her brows rose and then she nodded, her fingers moving quickly to the buttons on his linen shirt.

“Not so fast. Enjoy every moment.”

With her fingers on the third button, she gazed at it before slowly slipping the button through the hole. She moved on to the next and he felt the pressure of her fingernails on his skin.

Divine.

She continued, as if the act of buttons coming free of their buttonholes was fascinating, until his shirt was undone and she parted it like a curtain at the start of a play. The soft grunt she made after running her hands over his bare chest elicited a growl from him. Her touch was so wonderfully erotic. Tentative and sensual all at once.

“My God,” she murmured as she leaned close and rubbed her cheek against him. “You have the nicest chest.”

The statement made his already hard cock twitch.

“And you smell delicious.” She ran her tongue in between his pecs and then circled one of his nipples before lightly clamping her teeth on the other. “Taste even better.”

For an inexperienced woman, there were times when she sure as hell seemed to know what she was doing. Luca fought the urge to twist her lush hair around his fists and to position her where he wanted her. But that was not what he wanted, not for Jasmine, anyway. He wanted to savor every fucking moment, which meant he had to control his more basic urges—no easy feat when the mere sight of her made him desperate to bury his cock in her warm body. But taking his time and building anticipation always made it better, and that was what he wanted for her.

Maybe there would come a time when she would welcome some of the other forms of lovemaking he enjoyed, where he could express his more dominant side. The idea drove him to distraction, but for this first time...

Wait.

How many times would they be doing this?

Well, you did buy twenty-four condoms...

He had, but he also had other things to worry about and this—whatever this was—couldn’t last more than a couple of days. Jasmine needed to get back to her own life.

Jasmine’s hands brought him back to the here and now as she slipped them beneath the shoulders of his shirt, pushing it off and tugging on the sleeves so the garment fell to the floor.

Her hands fluttered down his arms and back up again. Her soft pants were audible in the quiet room and Luca held himself perfectly still as she explored the terrain of his body.

“Do you like touching me?”

“Yes.”

“Had you thought about it, while you were in my bed at the apartment?”

Her hands stilled and she slowly raised her gaze. “Maybe.”

“Did you wonder if I had plans to...touch you?”

“Yes.”

“Did that excite you?”

“Yes.” She slid her hands up his chest to his shoulders, following the line of his collarbone. Up his neck her fingers went, to his jaw. “But I was worried, too...”

“Worried about what?”

“That you didn’t want me.”

He took her hand, kissed her fingers and directed them down his chest to the fly of his jeans. “I want you.”

“Oh, my God...” she whispered reverently as she squeezed his erection.

“Undo my belt.”

Eagerly, her hands whipped the leather through the loop but he covered her hands again. “Slowly.”

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