Page 28 of Seducing Cinderella

“Seduction isn’t about actions,” he said, retracing the path back toward her shoulder. “It’s about control. I can make you do all the work—have you undress me, do a strip tease, even put you on your knees in front of me—and as long as I’m the one in control, you’re the one being seduced.”

Reid moved her hair over to fall in front on one side. God, she wanted him to pull her into his body, to feel his chest on the backs of her shoulders and the length of his erection cradled against her ass like he did in the bar.

“Lose the shirt, Lucie.”

Grabbing the hem in both hands, Lucie raised her arms, pulled it over her head, and tossed it onto the couch.

“Now the pants.”

With shaking fingers, she released the button, slid the zipper down, and let the capris fall to the floor before kicking them away. All that remained on her body was a white lace demibra and matching thong.

Finally, Reid put more than a single finger on her and to feel the kiss he placed on the nape of her neck after teetering on the edge for all that time was like a jolt of lust shot straight through her. She jerked in response and there may have been a moan, she couldn’t be sure. Her body, her brain, everything felt hyperaware and short-circuited all at the same time.

Her knees gave way as a whimper escaped her lips, but strong hands grabbed her hips and pulled her back to hold her steady. “Shhhh, take it easy, I’ve got you. I want you to lie on your stomach. Use the pillows however you want to make yourself comfortable.”

He helped her down and once she was settled, joined her by stretching out alongside of her. With her face turned toward him she studied the intensity in his features as he ran his hand down her back, her waist, over the curve of one cheek. His jaw flexed, hollowing his cheeks with every tic, and his hazel eyes in the red-tinged light reminded her of the fiery colors of autumn.

“Damn, Lu. When did you get an ass like this?”

Was she supposed to answer him? He hadn’t wanted her to talk earlier so she’d just assume it was a rhetorical question. Besides, she wouldn’t even knowhowto answer that given the way her brain had shut down the minute he touched her.

All thoughts of questions and answers evaporated when a thick finger followed the line of her thong between her ass until it reached the sheer triangle covering her sex. Instinctively her hips raised off the floor, giving him better access. Apparently, they had a mind all their own. Thankfully they were on the same page as her.

“Fuck you’re so wet.” Now two fingers stroked back to front, and back again. Then he settled his upper body between her legs, which placed his face—

Lucie gasped as he bit her left cheek. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to cause a quick sting of surprise before he kissed it better.

“Never been much of a biter before,” he said, “but there’s just something about your ass that makes me need to devour it. That bother you at all?”

She answered by lifting her hips off the pillow, silently begging for more.

“Hmmm,” he mused, kneading her other cheek with his callused palm. “No, I think you rather enjoyed the feel of my teeth on you. Didn’t you?” The fingers of one hand returned to massage her swollen folds as the other continued to stroke and knead her ass and all she wanted was more.

Smack!

A strangled scream rent the air a split second after his hand left her butt. Again, her reaction was more from shock than pain.

“Answer me, Lu.” Answer him? She couldn’t even remember her full name, much less his question. Fortunately, he was willing to jog her memory. “Do you like what I’m doing to this pretty little ass of yours?”

“Yes,” she exclaimed through another nip, this one closer to the crease near her thigh. “I love everything you’re doing.”

“Damn good thing, because I’m really digging seeing my marks on your skin, sweetheart.”

Before she had a chance to respond, Reid grabbed the thin strap that banded her waist in both hands and yanked in opposite directions, tearing the silk in two.

“I’ll buy you more.”

She didn’t know why, but the idea of Reid needing to replace a pair of her underwear every time he ripped it from her body struck her as funny. She giggled. Until his tongue laved her sex in a warm, wet stripe.

“Ohmigod.”

Now it was his turn to be amused and the vibrations from his lips tingled her nerve-rich skin and coaxed more juices as she clenched inside. “Turn over so I can do this properly.”

She rolled to her back and stared up as he held himself above her. “I don’t know that the word ‘proper’ works in this context. I think the adverb you’re looking for is ‘illicitly.’”

“You’re right. Illicit definitely describes my plans for you. But you’re also wrong.”

“About what?”

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