Playing With Seduction (14 page)

He slid his hands around her waist, then lower, so he could grab and knead her delectable ass with his fingers and grind his hips against hers. He groaned when she lightly bit his bottom lip, then soothed the sting with a slow, sensual slide of her tongue.

He waited, not so patiently, for her to deepen the kiss while heat and anticipation thrummed through his veins. But she kept things sweet and chaste, her lips a soft, teasing promise that made him want to bury his hands in her hair and take complete control of the kiss. And her.

It took extreme effort to let her play this particular game her way, and when she finally finished tormenting him and eased away from his body, he reluctantly let her go. He met her gaze, and she licked her lips as if to taste him. Her eyes sparkled mischievously, shamelessly, and damn if all that confidence didn’t turn him on, too.

He set his hands on his hips and arched a brow, though he was gratified to see the rise and fall of her chest, as well as her nipples poking against her tank top, proof that she was just as aroused as he was. “So that’s how it’s going to be today?”

She blinked at him, much too innocently. “What way?”

He exhaled a breath, which did nothing to ease the pressure of his stiff cock. “A long, slow tease until tonight.”

“It’s called sexual tension,” she said, her ponytail bouncing sassily as she headed back toward the door. “Think you can resist me until we get back later this evening?”

He grinned and followed her out of the apartment, making sure the door was locked behind him. “I’m going to try my hardest, but I make no guarantees.” He had a feeling she was going to make sure it was a long,
hard
day. Hard being the operative word.

Taking his sunglasses from where they were perched on the top of his head, he slipped them on as he escorted her out to the parking area and toward their ride for the day. When he pointed his remote toward a black Audi R8 Spyder convertible and the sports car chirped as he disengaged the alarm, her jaw nearly dropped.

“I thought you drove a truck,” she said, glancing at him incredulously. “Dean must be paying you extremely well over at Noble and Associates for you to afford this car, too.”

“I
wish
it were mine.” He grinned as he opened the passenger-side door for her. “Don’t get too excited. It’s only ours for the day. It has to be returned to the rental place by tomorrow.”

She slid very carefully into the soft leather seat, holding her straw bag close to her chest as if she was afraid it would scratch something. “The car even
smells
like money. It must have cost you a small fortune, even for a day.”

He closed her door and walked around the hood of the vehicle to the driver’s side and got inside. “Actually, the owner of the luxury car rental place is a client of Noble and Associates. I did some cyber security work for them a few months ago, and the guy gave me a discount too good to pass up. It’s all about impressing the girl, and my truck just wasn’t going to cut it today,” he said with a wink.

She set her purse down on the floorboard between her feet and buckled in. “I really hate to admit it, but I’m suitably impressed. This car is just…wow.”

He turned the key in the ignition, and the car started with a smooth but powerful rumble that made him grin like a teenage boy.

She laughed. “Oh, my God, this car is just as much for
you
as it is to impress me.”

He couldn’t lie as he revved the engine. “Yeah, maybe a little.”

After leaving her apartment complex, he drove toward Pacific Beach in La Jolla. Most women would have asked where they were going, but Kendall didn’t seem to care and just enjoyed the ride in the convertible, with the wind whipping through her ponytail, the sun on her face, and a delighted smile on her lips.

Once they arrived at their destination, they stripped down to their swimsuits to play in the ocean, then relaxed on the beach on the large towels Jase had brought with them. He rented bikes for them to ride along the boardwalk, where they stopped and walked through some of the shops while holding hands, and had a late lunch/early dinner at an outdoor cafe. They drove a little farther along the scenic route and watched as the sun set in the Pacific, framed by the sculptural sandstone cliffs in Ocean Beach.

The entire day was all about fun and play. Laughter and flirting and light, easy, getting-to-know-more-about-you conversation—along with a few stolen kisses that reminded them both how the evening would end. There was no thinking or worrying or discussing anything serious. He deliberately took them both out of their normal element to someplace where they could just unwind and enjoy each other’s company, no pressure or expectations. By the time they returned back to Kendall’s place, they were so in sync and comfortable with each other it felt as though they’d been dating for months, instead of just the one day.

I want this with her
, Jase thought as she set her straw purse down on the small table in the kitchenette, then turned around to face him, her eyes bright, her expression content. He wanted this comfortable, easy relationship that included dating and being together beyond sex and spending time with one another just because they were building an underlying friendship to complement and strengthen the attraction and intimacy they’d already established.

Everything about the two of them felt perfect and so damn right, and today was proof that it wasn’t just about the sex, or an unemotional affair, not when they connected on so many other levels beyond physical.

She walked toward him, now only wearing her bikini top and shorts. He’d brought sunscreen with them, and they’d both used it, but her cheeks were a light, healthy shade of pink, as were the tops of her shoulders. When she was close enough to touch, he gently ran the tip of his finger down her nose and smiled at her.

“I think I see…freckles,” he said, tracing a few of the light brown dots on her face, then across her shoulder.

Her mouth quirked adorably. “Yeah, the sun tends to bring them out. I hated them as a kid. Can’t say I love them as an adult, either.”

“I like them. You even have a few on your chest,” he mused, and used the opportunity to skim his finger along the inner edges of her bikini top and along the soft curve of her breasts in her cleavage.

Her nipples puckered tightly, and just when he would have untied those bikini strings to get a better look at those freckles, she took a step back and shook her head. “First, I need to take a shower. I feel sandy in inappropriate places,” she said humorously. “You can take one after me.”

So much for getting an invite to join her, he thought in disappointment, but let her do things her way. For now. They both knew exactly where this evening was heading and how it would end, and there was no reason to rush what he wanted to last for hours.

He stripped off his T-shirt and waited in the small kitchenette while drinking a cold bottle of water. Twenty long minutes later, she walked out of her bedroom, tying the sash on a cream-colored silk robe. Her hair looked as though it had been washed and quickly dried. It was now piled high on her head in a messy knot his fingers itched to take down so he could wrap those soft strands tightly around his fists to make her do dirty things to him and his stiffening cock. There was no way he was allowing her to deprive him of that pleasure—he’d take her hair down himself if he had to.

“Your turn,” she said, glancing up at him with a smile. “While you’re in the shower, I can get ready.”

“Ready?” Hell, he was ready to get down and dirty right now.

Her lashes fell half-mast as she skimmed a finger down the center of his chest. “To seduce you.”

The muscles in his abdomen flexed when she reached his navel, then ventured down to the waistband of his shorts. A little lower and she’d have her hands full of thick, hard cock. “Sweetheart, I was seduced the moment I saw you this morning.”

Something warm and sweet flickered in her gaze at his admission, as if she enjoyed knowing she had the ability to beguile him. “I’m
upping
the seduction ante. Now go.”

After that promise, she didn’t have to tell him twice, because he was curious as hell to find out what she had planned. He headed into the bathroom, took a lukewarm shower, and ignored the fact that the rigid length of his dick was waiting for a hand job to ease some of the pressure in his balls.

Nope. Wasn’t going to happen. He was saving every single solid inch for her, he thought with a smirk.

He scrubbed his body with her liquid soap that smelled like vanilla because there wasn’t any other option, and washed his hair. He ran a hand over the light stubble on his face, opting not to use her razor to shave, because he wanted her to feel the soft scratch of his whiskers between her thighs. Once he was done, he shut off the water, grabbed the soft, fluffy towel she’d left out for him, and rubbed it through his hair and dried his body.

Since he figured he was going to be naked fairly soon, he wrapped the towel around his waist and tucked the end into a knot to keep it secure, unable to hide the way his erection made a tent in the fabric. A quick comb of his hands through his damp hair and he was good to go.

He opened the door and walked out of the bathroom and directly into her bedroom. Two steps in and he jerked to a stop when his gaze found Kendall standing by the foot of the bed, completely transformed into a stunningly gorgeous, exceptionally sexy, delectable woman. A vixen. A temptress. A siren brought to life to fulfill all his filthy fantasies.

He’d left her in a silk robe, but now she wearing a tight-fitting, peach-hued cropped camisole top made of see-through lace. The stretchy fabric fit her body like a second skin, molding to her perky breasts and teasing him with a glimpse of her dusky aureoles and the darker pink nub of her stiff nipples jutting against the sheer lace. His gaze slid lower, taking in the tiny matching lace panties, the thigh-high pale cream stockings, and the bewitching high heels that screamed for him to wrap those inviting legs around his waist so he could feel the spiked heel dig into his back as he plowed into her.

He clenched his jaw, trying his best to ignore the fierce erection straining against the front of his towel as he slowly, deliberately dragged his gaze back up to her face—now framed by her disheveled, wavy hair that she’d taken down. He was surprised by the hint of uncertainty flickering in her eyes and the way she shifted nervously on those provocative heels, as if she was anxiously awaiting his approval.

He didn’t hesitate to give it to her. “
Fuck me
,” he murmured, those raw words of praise seemingly chasing away any of her lingering doubts.

“Oh, I plan to,” she said huskily, that sassy side of her finally coming out to play.

He chuckled as he made his way closer. She was feisty tonight, and he could see her growing more and more confident in herself as he approached. Oh, yeah, he wanted her bold and brazen and uninhibited in every way.

His gaze skimmed past her to the pink-handled bag on the end of the bed. Stopping beside her, he tipped his head questioningly. “What’s in the bag?” It hadn’t been there when he’d gone into the bathroom.

She drew her bottom lip between her teeth, then lifted her chin a few notches, as if she’d just given herself a mental boost of courage. “It’s filled with sexy toys I want to try. I bought them at Raina’s store.”

A part of him was shocked that she’d gone out in public to purchase erotic toys to increase their pleasure, and the other part was seriously elated and turned on that she wanted to elevate their sex play. “Show me what dirty things you want me to do to you.”

“It’s not
all
about me,” she amended playfully. “There’s a few naughty things I want to do to
you
, too.”

She grabbed the paper bag and dumped the contents on the bed, and out tumbled a variety of interesting and arousing items: a G-spot stimulator, nipple clamps, restraints, anal toys, lubrication, condoms, and oh, damn…

He glanced at her incredulously. “You bought a vibrating cock ring?”

Her eyes danced with laughter. “At least I didn’t buy the cock
cage
.”

Jesus
. He knew exactly what a cock cage was—a male version of a chastity belt that made an erection extremely uncomfortable—and he winced at the thought of his member being confined in that torture device. “No…just no.”

“I agree, which is why I went with the cock ring,” she said, much too amused by his reaction to the other gadget. “Raina said that it will keep you harder longer, with the added bonus of this vibrator for my pleasure.” Expression intrigued, she picked up the package and examined the silver item on the ring that looked like a small bullet and would vibrate against her clit when he was inside of her.

“Keeping it up isn’t an issue for me.” He indicated his current state of arousal, still confined by the towel. “But I’ll have to thank Raina for her input on the cock ring,” he said derisively, just as another thought occurred to him. “I hope you don’t plan on using all these things tonight.” He had stamina, but every man had an
I’m fucking drained and can’t get it up again
point, and considering the things
he
wanted to do to her tonight, she needed to pace herself with the toys.

“Yeah, that would be a bit much,” she agreed. “I figure we have time to try them all over the next few weeks.”

He was relieved, yet he hated the reminder of their limited time together.

Kicking the thought from his mind, he focused on Kendall and right now, instead. “Which toy do you want to try first?”

“Mmm.” She considered her purchases, then finally picked up one of the packages, her eyes glimmering with anticipation. “This G-spot stimulator. I couldn’t tell you where mine is, and I’m curious to know what it feels like.”

He could easily show her with the crook of his finger rubbing just inside her inner walls but decided that the toy would be way more fun. “Okay, the G-spot stimulator it is.”

While he opened the box to retrieve the device, she put the rest of the items back in the bag, though she left the condoms on the nightstand for them to use. He sat down on the side of the bed and kept his towel intact for now.