Page 69 of Café Diablo

“Impatient,” he teases, lifting his arms up to allow me to remove his shirt completely.

“Impatient?” I toss back at him, lifting an eyebrow as my hands glide over his hard muscles. “I believe I just spent three hours waitingpatientlyon your couch.”

“Hmmmm, you bring up a fair point,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and walking me backwards toward the bed. “How exactly do you want me to thank you for said patience, Ms. Reese?”

I nip at his mouth and he growls, the warmth of his chest covering me as he folds us into a kiss. His mouth is tender and soft, unlike his angry pacing and fury on the phone. In fact, it’s like all of that intensity was wrung out of him over the last few hours and despite the tease of wanting to thank me, he’s actually exhausted.

“Well,” I say, dropping my hands to his shorts, my fingers dallying against the V of tendons right above his belt. Dancing across his skin, my hands are unable to resist the soft swirl of hair on his abdomen. His kiss deepens as I caress him, his tongue happy to claim me as I explore. His skin tightens at my teasing, but at the same time he sighs with depleted energy. “You can thank me,” I continue, “by allowing me to be in charge and letting me do exactly what I want.”

“Is that so?” He smiles against my mouth and I twirl us around so he’s the one with the bed behind him and I’m in the position to push him back on it. “Somehow that sounds like almost every time we’ve been together.”

“Are you complaining?” I ask, unbuckling his khaki shorts and inching them down his hips.

“Nope,” he says softly, as I release the fabric to his ankles. He’s only wearing his boxers now—well, his boxers and his socks and shoes. “Hmmmm,” he hums. “This all feels very reminiscent of that first night at Flambé.” Edwin looks to our right, out the picture window, where the city glimmers in gold and turquoise.

“Does it?” I ask playfully, my fingers tickling against the elastic of his boxers. I brush a hand over his front and he starts to thicken at my advance. “Would you like a reprise of your birthday present?”

He moans so hotly, my nipples peak.

“I’m definitely never going to say no to that,” he says, almost hoarse.

“Interesting.” I tilt my head to the side before dragging my lips down the front of his chin, and then continuing to move slowly as I lower my mouth to connect with his sternum. “I know you’re tired,” I whisper. “But don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”

“I don’t think gentle is in your vocabulary.”

I bat my lashes at him innocently. “Oh, you’re very, very wrong about that.”

“What are you going to do to me?” He groans, as my lips sweep down his chest, softly flicking my tongue against his nipples and muscles. I move extra slow, savoring the contours and ridges of his turquoise brawn. The light from the city reflects across his almost-naked body, making his flesh gleam in a rainbow of sin, giving me a path of color to taste and torment. He moans, mumbling a string of words I don’t catch, except for one near the end, where he says,diablo.

“Mmmmmm, yes.” I nod in agreement, humming against his stomach and lowering my body to kiss his belly button, my lips becoming the devil he expects. “Diablo indeed.”

He’s hard now.

His cock strains against the fabric of his boxers and I can feel his thickness against my collar bone. My hands trace over the back of his muscular thighs, occasionally sneaking up to fondle his backside.

The whole charade turns me on just as much as him, aroused by the fact that I’m once again kneeling deliciously below him. Only this time, it isn’t about shocking him. This time the charge is completely different. It’s hot with a savoring devotion that makes my body warm and my heart swell, an intimacy growing between us that I can’t get enough of.

I tease my teeth across the elastic of his boxers and his cock twitches. It’s the same exact game he played with me in the hammock when he pulled my panties down with his teeth before tasting me. I return the favor, savoring how his treasure trail widens as I lower the fabric with my mouth. Just like him, I stop when only a hint of his cock is exposed, just the base of his stiffness in a bed of silky hair peeking out from the top of his boxers.

Edwin curses, his hands in my hair, realizing I’m not going to take him in a rush like I did at Flambé. Instead, I brush my lips left and right, teasing the root of his cock and listening as his breath deepens.

It’s a mouthwatering game as he grunts and twitches and grips my hair. And when I think he can’t stand it anymore and is about to pull his cock out and beg, I kiss him softly and move away from my place below him. He curses as I untangle myself and stand up, stepping several feet away and looking back to see him straining and ready.

“Take the rest of your clothes off,” I instruct. It’s not an authoritative command, so much as a quiet direction. “Socks, shoes, and—” I point to his boxers.

He scowls at me like that request is going to take all of his restraint.

“What about you?” Edwin notes, nodding to the fact that I’m still fully clothed. I kick my shoes off to appease him and cross my arms over my chest.

“I’ll get naked when I’m good and ready,” I reply. “I’m in charge, remember? Now do as I say.”

All of my words come out in an even keel, soft and commanding, as if I have all the control in the world. But the truth is, my pussy is throbbing, remembering exactly how startling (and incredible) it felt each time he was suddenly parting me with his unbelievable thickness.

I steady my breath and look at him, waiting, even though all my instincts are yelling—pull his boxers down, push him back on the bed, and start riding him like he’s the stallion in the photo above the headboard.

He starts with his shoes, sitting on the edge of the bed and slipping off his sneakers one at a time.

“Socks,” I prompt, and his eyes flash, telling me to get my eagerness in check. He’s doing what I want after all, and ifI’mgoing to take this slow, then he’s going to follow my lead and test my will as well.

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