Page 5 of Pleasure Control

She cleared her throat and drew in a steadying breath. “I once read that white lace will raise any man’s eyebrows.”

The turbulence in his eyes made her skin grow moist and tighten. He tangled his hands through her hair and urged her mouth closer.

“Yes, well, what we’re looking to raise is nowhere near my eyebrows.”

She resisted the urge to scream, Hallelujah!

Jay watched the graceful, erotic sway of her curvy backside as she made her way into the kitchen to pour the wine. Waves of long curls cascaded down her back and bounced with each sensual movement. He smiled. It pleased him that she’d worn her hair down, the way he liked it.

He stood there, staring at her retreating back until she rounded the corner and disappeared from his line of vision. He remained motionless, unable to form a coherent thought as her exotic signature scent perfumed the air. Well, almost motionless. There was still one part of him that involuntarily twitched.

He adjusted his jeans to alleviate some of the discomfort. Christ, he knew he should have taken the time to relieve his sexual tension. Another glimpse of her curvy body covered in white lace and he was likely to go off like a Roman candle. But he’d been in too much of a damn hurry to see her to consider such matters.

A slow burn worked its way through his veins and settled deep in his groin. He’d never reacted so physically to a woman before. He couldn’t understand it. Everything from her bewitching green cat eyes to her creamy flawless skin and deep silky voice aroused him.

It didn’t really make a difference to him what she wore, a shapeless lab coat or a baggy robe, she still looked as sexy as hell. But hot damn, when she’d revealed her lace-clad body, the sudden need to lose himself in her became so intense it was almost painful. It took all his restraint not to grab her, bend her over, and fuck her right then. He knew it was much too soon to lose control. He wanted to take it slow, to lay her body out like a banquet so he could feast on every delicious inch of her hot naked flesh.

Ignoring his physical discomfort, he stepped farther into her roomy apartment. It was warm, inviting, and comfortable. Soft rays spilled from a corner lamp and bathed her sofa in a sensual golden glow. He grinned. That’s where he wanted her. Right there. Sprawled across those plush cushions.

A raspberry candle burned near her open window. The flickering light cast shadows on the tan-colored wall while the sweet fragrance scented the air.

Raspberry. His favorite. “Mmmmm…” he murmured low in his throat.

He found her stereo and put on some mellow music. The kind that set the mood for seduction.

Her voice sounded from behind. When he spun around, his brain stalled. Fuck, did she know how sexy she looked when she nibbled on her lower lip like that? His nostrils flared as he drew in a ragged breath.

She stood before him, holding two glasses of wine. An erotic pink flush colored her neck.

With the crook of his finger he beckoned for her to come to him. “Come here, Laura.” His voice was soft, coaxing, urging her closer.

She took three measured steps forward and handed him his glass of wine. He took a long drink, placed it on the table beside him, and angled closer until her body was only a hairbreadth away from his. He inhaled her. She smelled so damn delicious. He gazed deep into her alluring eyes, his expression letting her know this would be good. For both of them.

Jay reached out and traced the delicate curve of her jaw as he brushed his thumb across her bottom lip. Her mouth was so soft and smooth, like spun silk. His fingers traveled lower to skim her neck. An erratic pulse drummed against his touch. For a brief moment his body tightened in anticipation as he envisioned himself caressing her flesh with his lips.

He dragged his hand lower.

She drew a shuddery breath when he surfed his fingertips over the milky swell of her breasts. She shifted from one leg to another, her hips bumping against his groin.

He stifled a moan and eased open the thick cotton until he glimpsed her lacy chemise.

“I really like your robe.”

“Thanks.”

“Now take it off.”

Chapter 3

Take it off.

A shiver prowled through her and she became hyper-aware of the dampness pooling in her panties. She took a moment to recapture her breath and met his challenge with one of her own.

“Tell you what, Jay. I’ll strip if you do. Since we’re both in this project together, I think that’s only fair. Don’t you agree? Besides, I’m going to have to see Little Jay so I can observe his responses.”

A muscle in his jaw flexed. His nostrils flared. Jay took her glass from her fingers and set it beside his. He circled strong arms around her waist, splayed big warm hands over her back, and put his lips close to her ear. His sweet breath whispered over her nape like a lover’s caress. Languorous warmth stole through her. The resulting pleasure was most exquisite.

He murmured seductively, “I knew it, Laura. Underneath that professional white lab coat, you’re a rebel.”

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