Page 20 of A Kiss at Midnight

Relief washes through me. He’s standing before me, gazing at me likeI’mhis dinner. His eyes are glinting, filled with desire, passion that’s aimed directly at me.

“Open your legs.” The deep growl in his voice tells me more than anything else that he’s close to the edge as he stands only a few feet from me.

I lean my head back, unwilling to make eye contact when I’m in such a vulnerable position. I do as he says, spreading my legs for him to see all I have to offer. I brace my heels and wonder what I look like in this pose.

A groan of honest appreciation from him brings an extra surge of moisture to me, and I hope like hell I’m not dripping onto his polished wooden staircase.

“Damn, you’re glorious,” he whispers reverently.

Okay, sothatisn’t exactly humiliating. With my eyes closed, and trying my best to act the seductress, I don’t hear him move, but suddenly his finger rubs from the top of my core, along my swollen clit, down my slick folds and back up again.

“Push your hips forward, and grab the railing,” he whispers huskily, and I can’t do anything other than comply.

When the heat of his breath brushes against my swollen clit, my body clenches with need. At the first swipe of his tongue against the bit of pulsing flesh, I jump.

“Stay still,” he says, pulling his mouth away.

This makes me want to scream. A low rumble sounds from deep in my throat, and for the next few seconds all I feel is his warm breath against my swollen flesh, teasing my sensitive pleasure point almost intolerably.

I want to beg him to go back to doing what he was doing with his tongue, but I can’t. This isn’t about my needs. He needs to be the one in control. He needs to have me do his bidding.

So with all of the willpower I possess, I wait in silence for what he’ll do next. When his lips circle my clit again, I don’t even try to contain my moan. While sucking the little mound into his mouth, he simultaneously pushes a finger inside me, moving it around the toy resting there, a cry of pleasure escapes from my lungs as I convulse against the hard stairs. When I finally come down from my high, I slowly raise my head, and find his silver gaze burning into me.

“Damn, you’re responsive,” he says with a shudder as he gets up and sits next to me, putting his face only inches from mine. I want his lips, want to feel him pressed against me. How can I possibly want or need anything more after all he’s put me through today? I don’t know, but I do suspect the games are only beginning.

He leans forward and gently clamps his teeth down on my bottom lip and sucks, sending a whole new level of desire through my small frame. Just as confusingly as this sexual play date has begun, he ends it by casually leaning back... and then standing.

What’s next? Should I get up, hold out my hands to him, beg him to take me to bed? No. I need to wait... and wait... and wait.

“Time for dinner.”

With these words, he leaves me panting on the stairs. I want to yank out the device and demand he stop toying with me. I do none of that. Instead, I struggle up on unsteady legs and follow him into the dining room.

A table is set with candles already lit and soft music playing in the background. Why the seduction scene? I’m already a guaranteed lay. And yet he holds out a chair for me.

But when I sit down, he leans over me and asks, “Ready for round two?”

Hot damn!

I don’t know how, but I do know that I’m more than ready.

Chapter Review

Chapter Twelve

Blake

While pushing Jewel’schair in, I brush my fingers across her shoulders, and desire shoots through me. I reluctantly pull away and sit, but immediately move my seat close to her. Ineedto have her sitting beside me, need to feel the softness of her skin against my fingers. How in the hell is this woman becoming such an obsession for me? This is a business deal and nothing more... right?

The buildup, the anticipation, the hunger of playing these games with her — this is the best I’ve felt in a very long time. I need to see how far I can push her, how far I can push myself. I’ve never had so much enjoyment with the preliminaries of sex. I’ve never waited for so long to possess a woman... until this one. Sure, the buildup always has its charms, but if Jewel was anyone else, I’d have bedded her the night she offered herself to me... and already be tiring of her.

This woman has me thinking twice, though. The way she holds herself, the burning in her eyes, the confusion. She’s a mystery, and I can’t stand mysteries involving women — why waste the time solving them when so many out there are easy to read? It’s different with Jewel though, because Ineedto know her... and even more confusing Iwantto learn her story. On the other hand, I want to get as far away from her as possible, but I can’t make myself do that.

Jewel responds so well to me. And though I can see she wants to ignore me, wants to turn off her emotions and pretend this means nothing — if she did that she’d be smart — whenever I touch her, she goes up in flames. Her body’s a canvas for me to paint, and paint it I will. She intrigues me, makes me think that no amount of time will be nearly enough.

When our affair comes to an end, I swear to myself I’ll never think of her again. She’s one more woman in a long line of women. It doesn’t matter that another man will eventually touch her, do the sorts of things to her that I’m about to do.

Then why am I having these thoughts if I don’t give a damn?

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