Page 93 of Silver-Tongued Devil
Her eyes were narrowing even as she fought the smile. “Or we could call it a fantasy.”
“Doesn’t sound nearly as high-minded, though.”
“Uh-huh.” She took another sip of the kind of wine that made you think of hot summer days with the buzz of a lawnmower somewhere in the sleepy distance. Of a hammock in the trees and cool, starlit nights. Of lying on a blanket on the grass with your legs tangled up with somebody you loved and his hand drifting up under the hem of your shirt. Or of driving across a lake in the purple twilight wearing a pretty yellow dress, with a man behind the wheel who would take you away from it all.
Or maybe that wasn’t the wine.
“So tell me,” she said, drawing a languid finger around the rim of her glass. “What’s the vision? Make it about me, though, because I’m the jealous type. If you slip up and put a blonde in it, it’s not happening.”
“I’m never going to put a blonde in it. Nobody but you. Starts with me taking off your librarian glasses.”
Well,thatwas sexy. Not. “So far,” she said, “this isn’t going too well. Not looking too likely, I mean. I’m not wearing the glasses tonight. Maybe you didn’t notice.”
He had that smile in his eyes again. “I noticed. Do you want to hear my vision or just rain on my parade?”
She waved a magnanimous hand. She might have been the tiniest bit drunk. That tended to happen when you painted like crazy for nine hours straight so you could rush home and get beautiful for your customer before he saw you in your overalls and paint cap and the mood died right there. “Go ahead.”
He looked around, then got up and moved his wine glass over a place, kicked the chair out, and sat beside her. “Now,” he sighed, “this is so much better. Especially since this next part gets a little dirty.”
She expected him to hold her hand. He didn’t. He just bent his head closer and said, his voice so thrillingly low, sending spirals of desire all the way to her core, “In the next part, you’re on your knees on my bed, and I’m taking off your shirt, watching you in that big mirror of mine. Got a couple candles lit, too, and, baby—your skin looks so pretty in the candlelight. I’m pulling that shirt right over your head and going for your bra. When that comes off…” He sighed. “That’s even better. And then I’ve got my thumb on those silver buttons of yours. Those jeans are real, real low, and my hand’s right there. Pop: one button goes. Pop: there’s the second one. And then there’s number three. And all of a sudden, there’s just some smooth, warm, wet Dakota Savage. All for me, and I’ve got my hand exploring all of her, too, because in this fantasy, darlin’, sorry to say, you aren’t wearing any underwear.”
She swallowed, and knew he was watching her do it. “Well, as it happens… you might be right. It’s… ah… more stimulating, you know. And I thought you might want to…”
She saw his eyes go wide for just a moment, and she had to smile. Slow and sexy, and her hand was caressing the stem of her wineglass now. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Because I’ll tellyoua secret.” She leaned in and whispered it. “I want to please you. I want to push you. I want to make you lose control.” And then she leaned back and asked, “So tell me. What happens next?”
If she’d thrown him off-balance, it hadn’t been for long. He was running his hand along her arm, which was resting on the table. Just that barest touch along the sensitive skin of her inner forearm, and the shiver was starting somewhere down deep. She could swear he could feel it, too. “Well, I tell you what, darlin’, since you asked so nicely. I’ve got you on your knees on my bed, topless, and I’ve got my hand in your jeans, working you up real good. Your hair’s falling all around your face and down your back, and your mouth’s open, because you’re breathing hard. I’m getting you closer and closer. And then I’m taking my hand away.”
She took a sip of wine and crossed her legs, trying to soothe the ache. And Blake sent his hand along her arm again. Wrist to elbow, the lightest, slowest touch. “And after that,” he went on, his molasses voice rich and dark, “I’m pulling those tight jeans down that gorgeous ass. Right on down to your knees, and I’m pushing you onto your back. Those jeans are coming all the way off. That’s when you find out what the branches are for, because, sweetheart…” He sighed. “I might have to tie you up tonight.”
It was going to happen right here. She was going to have an orgasm at this table. She was squeezing her thighs together, and squeezing everything else, too. She couldn’t help it. “You… might?”
“Oh, yeah, baby. I might.” He drank the rest of his wine and raised a hand for the check. “Corner to corner. You’re spread out for me, and you look real good that way. I’ve got you all night long. Ready for anything I want.”
That was when the waitress showed up. Blake smiled at her, tucked his credit card into the leather folder, handed it back to her, and said, “I’d sure appreciate it if you’d run that real fast for me. I’m in a little bit of a hurry.’
When they walked through the restaurant again, Blake’s hand was on the small of her back. Right there on the side where her shirt was cut the highest, so his fingertips were grazing bare skin, and those tingles were spreading everywhere. Her hips were swaying, and she knew her pupils must be dilated like saucers. She was living, breathing sexual need.
He opened her car door, then went around to his own side and climbed into the SUV. He started it up and said, “Fasten your seatbelt.”
She stared at him. “That’s it? You’re going to wind me up like that and then not kiss me?”
He was trying to hide his smile, and he wasn’t doing well enough. “I’m saving you up,” he told her, swinging out into the sparse traffic of Wild Horse and heading for the lake road. “I don’t want you to get diluted.”
Her mouth was opening, and she snapped it shut. “Excuse me? You’re saving meup?”
“Now, sweetheart,” he said, “this is where you’re just going to have to defer to the master, trust that I know a little bit better than you how to do this. If you’re going to be putting yourself under my control and all.”
“Did I say I was going to be doing that?”
He got the green on the last stoplight and started around the lake. “Didn’t you? Or was that somebody else getting those shivers? If you’re not going to be showing me how you’re feeling, darlin’, you really shouldn’t wear such a skimpy little bra.”
“You are…” She was still turned on beyond belief, but she was working up some outrage, too. “Where does my part of the deal come in?”
He sighed. “Now, see, I thought I made that clear. Your part of the deal is in offering up all of that pretty body of yours to me. Your part of the deal is those little whimpers you do, and the way you squirm. As much as you’re going to be able to squirm when your wrists are tied to my bed and I’m holding you that hard, because you’re going to spend a long, long time tonight with my hands on your thighs, spreading you open. Your part of the deal is to come hard for me and turn over when I tell you to. That’s your part of the deal.”
He was pulling into his driveway, swinging around the turns, hitting the button for the garage. She said, putting all her sweetness into it, “Are you sure about that? Sure that’s what you want?”
“Oh, yeah, baby,” he said, closing the garage door behind them. “I’m real sure.”
