Page 4 of Dirty Deceptions

He chuckled. “I wouldn’t dare.” He crossed the room and placed her on the edge of the bed, then stepped back. “Clothes, Lauren. That top is very pretty, but I’m dying to see what’s underneath it.”

“So much for foreplay,” she teased him as she took hold of the hem and began to lift.

He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Shit, sorry. I’m moving too fast.”

“No, you’re going just the right speed, Alex,” she assured him as she got to her feet and yanked the top over her head. It dropped to the floor, then she began to undo the button on her slacks. When he didn’t move, only stood staring at her chest, Lauren prompted, “You’re falling behind.”

He blinked, his hands fisting at his sides. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

The harshly spoken praise tantalized her into saying, “I’d like to return the compliment, but you still have too many clothes on.”

He got busy then. So fast Lauren ended up a little dizzy watching him strip. Not exactly graceful, just eager. Eager was good. Eager turned her on. And when he was standing in front of her with only a pair of black boxer-briefs, Lauren’s throat went dry. Probably because all the liquid in her body had traveled south.

Alex was hard and pulsing with life beneath the cotton underwear. The bulbous head of his cock peeking out of the waistband. Jesus, he looked delicious. It was crazy how excited she was. She might regret it later, but for now, she was going to enjoy the moment.

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Lauren’s expressive eyes stared at him, almost adoringly, then her face changed from anxious innocent to a smiling wanton. She had the look of a kitten. A sly, hungry kitten that had just found her bowl of warm cream.

The fingers of her right hand reached out and stroked slowly over his pectorals, back and forth, as if drawn by some imaginary force over his body. He felt his muscles jump at that slight touch. Christ, she could bring him to his knees if she chose.

He wanted her.

Yesterday.

Lauren didn’t appear to be in a rush as she rubbed both palms over his chest and shoulders. Finally, her fingers drifted lower over his abdomen. Alexander flung his head back on a groan. Desire and pain mingled and pushed him precariously close to the edge of control. He was strung too tight. Like barbed wire. If he wasn’t careful she’d shred him.

“Mm, you have a gorgeous body, Alex.” She ran a finger over his lion tattoo and smiled. “I like this. It suits you.”

A flash of pride flooded his system. “I’m pleased you approve.”

Lauren licked her lips and sighed. “Don’t get a big head about it, but I wouldn’t want to alter one iota of your DNA.”

Alexander enjoyed the way Lauren’s eyes went from the lightest shade of green to the deeper, richer forest. He wasn’t a vain man, but he was heartily thrilled that he’d kept up with his workout routine.

Lauren’s fingers delicately tugged at his boxers. “These are in my way,” she explained as she yanked at the material and pushed them down his thighs to the floor.

She licked her lips and stroked a single finger down the length of his cock. “You are magnificent. I don’t understand how you ended up at that bar. And I don’t get why I agreed to this,” she murmured. “But I’m glad you’re here.”

“You won’t regret trusting me,” he groaned. “I promise.”

“Hm, we’ll see, huh?” As her fingers teased the slit at the head of his cock, Alexander cursed. Her touch scorched him. He had to take a deep breath in an attempt to keep from flinging her to the bed and shoving his dick inside her balls-deep. She leaned forward and placed a tiny kiss on his left nipple, then nipped it with her teeth. The delicate taunt was too much. A haze of dark lust engulfed him.

Alexander stepped back, startling Lauren out of her sensual exploration. “I need you. No more teasing,” he warned.

Her grin as she stared at his swollen erection told him plenty. She thought she was in control. Had him exactly where she wanted. When she tried to touch him again, he reached out and took hold of her wrist. “On the bed,” he gently ordered.

“But I was having fun,” she pouted.

Alexander nearly caved, but his gut was telling him that Lauren needed a challenge. Not a puppet. “You’re used to getting what you want, aren’t you, baby?” The blush that filled her cheeks told him plenty. “I’ll let you play, but first lay down.”

His rough words jolted her out of her curious musings and her eyes shot up to his. “I—I’m not sure I’m ready for this. I may have given you the wrong impression here, I’m not…I don’t usually do this sort of thing.”

He smiled, loving the contradiction of her. She was an untamed tigress, yet so shy and vulnerable. A delicious combination. Alexander stroked a finger over her plump lips and murmured, “You need to start trusting me. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

He bent and kissed her. Like warm maple syrup, that was Lauren. God, he was starved for her unique taste. Alexander lifted his head and noticed her eyes half-closed with desire. He could easily become obsessed with such a pretty sight. Every morning. Noon. Before bed. Yeah, that would satisfy him. Nothing less was going to cut it. All or nothing.

Lauren swiped a hand over her lips and seemed to struggle for words when she whispered, “Okay, I trust you. Don’t make me regret it.”

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