Page 25 of Tempt Me

I cleared my throat. “No, thank you. It was all delicious.”

Henry stood and cleared the table, taking the large plate inside. He returned with two bowls—one with strawberries and the other with whipped cream.

He topped up our champagne, placed the bottle on the floor, and then reached for my hand. “I want to show you something.”

I allowed him to help me stand and then turn me so I faced the moon. Henry eased my second sleeve off my shoulder. He guided my hair aside and ran delicate kisses down my neck and shoulder. The combination of his breathing and hot tongue drew my arousal out quickly, and I moaned.

“Jane,” he whispered.

My eyes snapped open; to hear my real name tumble from his lips was a shock. I’d been Memphis with so many men, I’d literally forgotten what it was like to be me.

“You’re exquisite.” He wrapped his arms around me, and cupping my breasts, he continued his kisses.

The cool breeze mingled with his hot tongue, creating shivers across my skin. “See the moon?”

I opened my eyes. “Yes.”

“That stunning glow is going to watch your glorious body climax over and over.”

Chapter Eight

I melted under Henry’s touch, and a groan tumbled from my throat.

“Shhh. If you keep quiet, you’ll enjoy it even more.”

Once again, Henry was my teacher, and I was his very willing student. He raised my arms and lifted my top up over my head. My strapless bra fell away, and his hands cupped my breasts. I should worry about being seen. I should worry about a whole heap of things. But I wasn’t. Right now, nothing mattered but my pleasure.

A glorious sense of intoxicating freedom flitted through me.

It was time to feel his body against mine. “Take your shirt off, please.”

He stepped back, and as I stood topless in the moonlight, I felt like Henry and I were the only people in the whole world.

The heat of his skin caressed my back as he held his body against me. His kisses continued up and down my neckline, and the moon continued its rise above the ocean. The full moon was stunning, bold, and bright, giving me the perfect show.

I turned to Henry, and as I threaded kisses up and down his neck, I reached for his belt buckle. His hands clutched over mine. “I keep my pants on, remember?”

I blinked and frowned at him.

“I want this to be about you.”

Hell yes!

He seemed so sincere. . . I couldn’t object. Why would I, anyway? The first three lovers I’d had in my life were selfish and inconsiderate. To have a man who wanted my sexual pleasure to be about me and only me was a dream come true.

“Do you trust me, Jane?”

“I trust you.”

“Good.”

He turned me toward the ocean again and undid the button and zip at the back of my skirt. I stepped out of the flowing fabric and closed my eyes, riding the wave of lust coursing through me.

Henry came up behind me again and nestled his body to mine, and as his lips traced kisses over my shoulder, he spread my legs apart with his foot.

I’m his willing puppet.Yay me!

His hands glided from my upper thigh to my breasts to my neck. His fingers found my lips, my stomach, and my hardened nipples.

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