SilkenSeduction (10 page)

She didn’t know how long they lay there enjoying the peace.
Somehow she managed to doze. Evan roused her when the water had turned cool and
her fingers were pruned. Temair couldn’t believe she’d nodded off. But then
again they did have a wonderful meal followed by phenomenal sex—twice.

He guided her from the tub, carefully toweled her dry and
dressed her in a fluffy white courtesy robe. As soon as he was dry, he slipped
a matching one on as well.

“Are you comfortable?” He led her to the king-sized bed.

“I couldn’t be more relaxed if you’d given me a full-body
massage.” She smiled.

“Good. I hope you are willing to spend the night with me.”
He leaned close and said teasingly, “And no sneaking out in the early hours.”

Temair laughed. “I promise. No sneaking out.”

He pulled the covers back. When he turned to her, Temair
disrobed. Heat filled his eyes and he smiled. Evan took the robe and laid it on
the foot of the bed.

He hugged her tight and kissed her. Not hot and demanding,
but a kiss filled with a promise of more adventure to come. Temair breathed him
in as the kiss ended. Clean, with a hint of pure male allure. Evan helped her
sit on the bed’s edge.

“Don’t move, please.” He knelt at her feet, looking up at
her. “Trust me?”

“Yes,” Temair answered without giving it a thought. Somehow
she knew she could trust him.

His smile brightened his face, bringing out those sexy
dimples. He reached underneath the bed, pulled out an average-sized travel bag
and unzipped it. She couldn’t see everything he had in it, but that didn’t
matter. He filled his palm with vanilla-scented cream, rubbed his hands
together then captured a foot. Coolness coated her skin for an instant before
he made quick work of warming it with his palms as he massaged her foot, calf,
knee and thigh. Evan administered tender care to her entire leg like no one
ever had, not even a paid masseuse. This was ten times better.

“Your legs deserve attention, tender care.” He reinforced his
words with repetitive sensual strokes, working cream into her skin. “Gentle
massages, long soaks in the tub, and the finest of moisturizer to keep them
soft.”

“As long as you’re the one applying it,” Temair stated
coyly.

He grinned at her. “Anytime, my lady, anytime.”

When he finished with her legs, he stood. “Now, let’s get
you into a more comfortable position so I can rub your back.”

Temair’s insides knotted in anticipation of the perfect
massage. If he had her legs feeling marvelous, the rest of her was in for a
treat. She eased back onto the bed and rolled onto her stomach. The mattress
dipped from his weight as he maneuvered into position. Temair got comfortable,
snuggling into the pillow. Chills shot from the center of her spine to her head
and down to her toes the moment his slick hands touched her flesh.

Oil coated her. The more he rubbed, the warmer it became,
sending tingles to her core. Her pussy clenched each time he palmed her ass,
massaging and rolling her cheeks. Moving slowly up her back to her shoulders,
he brushed her hair to one side and kneaded her neck. Then worked in circles,
alternating between light and hard pressure, using every part of his hands like
well-honed instruments, relieving even the minutest ounce of tension and
turning her on at the same time.

The instant his hands brushed across her ass again, moisture
filled her pussy, gearing her up for another sampling of Evan’s cock.
Instinctively, she arched her hips and spread her legs slightly. The bed
shifted and coolness coated her flesh from the momentary loss of his touch. She
heard the rip of the condom package then Evan moved between her thighs. Strong
hands gripped her hips, caressed her ass and guided her onto her knees. He
surrounded her. His chest warmed her back. His solid cock was pinned against
her ass.

Evan practically growled in her ear. “I need you now.”

His sheathed cock penetrated her pussy in a slow,
tantalizing motion then slid back, just as slowly. Temair moaned in delight.
This new low-speed fuck increased her need and lifted her spirits to the edge
of ecstasy. She bit the pillow, fighting the urge to rise up on all fours and
force him to switch gears into a fast, hard pump.

Sensual tension percolated within her as if he were creating
the perfect brew. Slow. Deep. In. Out. Temair shivered, enjoying every second,
every delectable glide of his cock, coaxing her inner muscles into a blissfully
slow orgasm. Heat coiled in the center of her pussy and finally burst,
spreading through her entire being. The waves of pleasure washed over her again
and again. He gripped her hips and his pace remained steady, yet she sensed he
struggled to remain in control.

When she intentionally squeezed, holding his cock in tight,
he groaned her name as he came. “Temair.” He collapsed, wrapping himself around
her. In one fluid motion, he brought them onto their sides, where she nestled
into the cocoon of his warmth. Neither spoke for several long seconds.

“You feel so good I really hate to do this,” Evan whispered
against her ear. Evan left the bed for a few moments, went into the bathroom
and then returned.

He slid in behind her and tugged her close. With him wrapped
around her, she snuggled into a comfortable position and relaxed. Never had she
felt so at peace. Every ounce of her was satisfied. He’d fed her, rocked her
world up against the windows, orally pleased her, relaxed in the tub with her,
given her a great massage and then fucked her slowly until she’d practically
imploded from the orgasm.

Damn. He was sensational. This was the best date she’d ever
experienced.

Temair lay in his arms, listening to the steady rhythm of
his breaths. She couldn’t help but smile. It seemed obvious by his loosened
grip around her waist and the sound of his breathing that he’d fallen asleep.
So much for the younger generation being able to outlast the older. She
breathed in deep, taking in as much of his scent as possible. It soothed her.
He was the perfect man.

A girl could get used to such treatment. She sighed, then
her insides coiled tightly at the thought that slid into home plate next. Was
she falling in love with Evan? Oh god, she wasn’t sure. She knew she liked him,
loved
what he did to her and the way he made her feel, but was what she
felt turning into more than hot lust for a younger man?

Temair had difficulty sorting through her thoughts, her
feelings. She doubted she could ever have a trusting relationship again. She
stared at the ceiling. Look what love and trust had gotten her in the past.
Swallowing hard against the sharp, stabbing sensation cutting through her
chest, Temair tried to staunch the memories rushing through the floodgates
she’d held them locked behind for so long. That last night with him, fists
hitting her, his loud drunken accusations and then the fall that permanently
changed her. Squeezing her eyes shut, she shoved his hated image from her mind
and tried to focus on the now.

But doubts continued to flog her brain with questions. Evan
was younger. Did he want kids? A wife? Would he want more than she could give?
What if he didn’t feel the same for her? Had she let her imagination run wild
thinking they might have a future? Was she wrong to even think that way? What
if this was just a holiday fling for him? Could she handle that? Was that
something the younger generation did for a thrill, hook up with an older
woman—a cougar? Temair’s thoughts screeched to a halt. She’d never thought of
herself as a cougar before. But wasn’t that an older woman who chased after a
younger man? In this instance, he had done the chasing, not her.

As if he sensed her inner turmoil, his arm tightened around
her waist, closing any gap that may have slipped between them. Sleepily his
lips brushed her ear as the heat of whispered words sent chills dancing along
her skin.

“You need your rest, my lady. I’ve got so much more planned
to share with you.” His sensual soft tone eased the tension in her chest
somewhat. Not completely, but enough to make her relax.

Temair forced her insecurities aside.
She wasn’t a
cougar. He had done the chasing. Not her.
The thought slipped through her
mind, untying the knot in her chest just a little bit more. Lying here with him
was exquisite. If this was all they shared, a week of pleasure, then Evan was
an experience she didn’t want to miss.

With Evan, she decided she’d take it one day at a time and
see what happened. That was all she could ask and hoped it worked that way for
him as well. Temair closed her eyes, letting the warmth of him surround her and
smooth away any wrinkle of doubt and insecurity that lingered. He may not be
her future, but he was the salve her soul desperately needed to heal the wounds
of her past. And for now that was enough.

* * * * *

The magnificent scent of bacon filled the air. Temair’s
mouth watered as she rolled over and stretched. Was that coffee she smelled as
well?

“Ah, you’re awake,” Evan said. “I ordered breakfast. I
thought you might like a leisurely morning in bed. And what better way to start
it off than with a healthy, energy-replenishing meal.”

Temair sat up. Seeing him in the doorway with a tray in hand
melted her heart, but it was the sexual promise in his eyes that set her soul
on fire. He truly was the perfect package. She scooted out of bed and stood.

“I need to freshen up first,” she said. He set the tray on
the bed, grabbed the robe and helped her into it.

After brushing a light kiss to her cheek, he replied on a
husky breath, “It’s a rainy Sunday morning. Are you game for staying inside? My
outdoor plans have been placed on hold.” He paused, gave her a playful look and
a drop-dead sexy grin. “For now.”

Pure heat percolated in her middle and her mouth watered.
Not sure if it was the smell of the food or the essence of the man that made
her hungry, Temair smiled.

When she returned from the bathroom, he beckoned her to join
him in the middle of the bed. He sat cross-legged on the opposite side of the
tray table perched between them. Once Temair was settled, he poured her coffee,
then his.

“Mmmm,” she sighed after taking a sip. “Just the thing I
needed to jump-start my blood.”

His eyebrow arched as he peered at her over the rim of his
cup. Those sexy dimples couldn’t be missed, nor could she ignore the innuendo
in his husky tone. “I can think of a few ways to stir your body to life other
than coffee.”

“I’m sure you can.” As if on cue, her stomach grumbled. “But
I need food if I’m even going to attempt to keep up with you.”

He lifted the covers off their meals and grinned. “
Bon
appétit
, my lady.”

Her morning couldn’t have started off any better. They sat
feeding each other, talking and laughing as if they’d been together forever.
She liked the fact he seemed more at ease over breakfast and revealed tidbits
about himself and his personal life. She learned he had a brother, who he
backpacked across Europe with during the summer after he graduated from
college. His parents were retired professors living in a quiet suburb outside
London. And he… He spent most of his time searching the world for the next
great phenomenon in the jewelry industry.

“Have any luck at the convention?” Temair inquired, trying
not to sound as if she were prying. But she’d heard a rumor that Deidre Delany
had signed a rather significant contract with an undisclosed company right
after the convention. Jealousy brewed in her gut to think of Deidre anywhere
near Evan. She quickly took a sip of her coffee in an attempt to prevent that
unwanted emotion from showing if she spoke again.

“I believe that I did,” he stated without elaborating
further. He stood, removed the tray from the bed and took her empty coffee cup.
After fluffing the bed pillows and stacking them neatly into a pile behind her,
he instructed her to slide back and make herself comfortable.

Temair did as he asked. Evan pulled the travel bag from
under the bed beside her feet then settled on his knees next to it. He scooted
into position, laid a towel across his lap and placed one of her feet on his
knee. Opening the bag, he pulled out several items she recognized. When she
gave him a confused, pursed-brow look, he simply explained in a low, husky
tone.

“I’m giving you a pedicure, my lady. Just lay back and
relax.”

First he removed the polish from her toes, explaining as he
worked. “As a young lad, I realized my fascination with feet. One of my many
odd jobs was in a nail salon. I worked as a pedicurist.”

Delicately, he caressed her foot with lavender-scented
massage lotion from toes to ball to arch to heel and back up again and again.
Moisture formed in her folds and her pussy clenched with each tender circular
motion of his thumbs. Temair forced her hands to remain folded in her lap as
she watched Evan administer loving care to her foot. His expression was
priceless. His eyes seemed glazed with lust and he swallowed a lot as if it
took extreme effort to control his actions. Inwardly she smiled, knowing this
was a schooled man in the art of foot and leg loving and she was his apt pupil.

When he finally finished the massage, he lowered that foot
to his knee and picked up the other foot. With the same gentle care, he gifted
it with a phenomenal massage that had her hot and horny, but somehow she
managed to control herself and not jump his bones, which was exactly what she
wanted to do. He had her relaxed and sexually tense at the same time. God, his
hands were truly magnificent when it came to a foot massage. He touched all the
right spots that kept her body humming for sex.

With the task of the massage complete, he selected a color
from the box. After a quick application of alcohol to remove any cream from the
massage lotion, he blew on her toes. Chills shot straight up her inner thigh
and speared her pussy with need. Damn, this was the hottest pedicure she’d ever
gotten. She knotted her hands tightly in a ball and focused on his skilled
fingers as they performed the perfect play. He inserted hot-pink foam toe
spacers, then shook and opened the deep-red polish.