SweetestSeduction (5 page)

“You okay?”

She thought about telling him no, knew he’d respect her
choice. That made it easier to nod, all the encouragement he needed to turn the
device on again. Even though she was ready for it, she jolted again. The horses
plodded forward, unaware of the drama unfolding. Her breathing picked up and
she licked her lips, liking the way his eyes darted down to watch her tongue.
She did it again deliberately and he grinned.

All the way back he played with the settings, watching her
reactions closely. Occasionally he’d turn it off completely and she’d convince
herself that it was for the best, that she didn’t want any more until they were
alone and he could do something to give her the release she was beginning to
crave. Then he’d turn it back on, select a new setting, and she’d be catapulted
back to the edge, but never over.

“Please, Keith.” It came out a low moan and she hoped nobody
else heard her.

“Soon, sweetheart. I promise.”

They could see the stables now and he turned it off again.
She almost wept in frustration, vowing to turn the tables on him before the
night was through.

Somehow she managed to thank their guide, make sure that
Keith gave a tip and get back to the car, though it was mostly a blur. She
collapsed into her seat and moved her hands to her sex.

“Hey, now,” Keith said, grabbing her hand with his. She
narrowed her eyes at him, sure she heard laughter in his voice, though his face
was serious.

“We’ll be home soon. Then I’ll take care of it, I promise.”

A car door opened a couple of spaces over, reminding her
that being in a vehicle didn’t mean she couldn’t be seen.
Damn.
Keith
started the car and she leaned her head back against the seat and closed her
eyes, trying to calm down.

And jolted again when the bullet started up.

Her eyes flew open and her hands tried to do…something, but
Keith’s large palm cupped her, not letting her press against him.

“Oh, baby, you are so fucking hot. I want to watch that look
on your face all night long.”

He changed the setting, not letting her get used to one
rhythm. She ground her head against the headrest, lifting her hips, but his
hand moved with her, giving no resistance.

“Damn it, Keith. Please.”

“No, not when I can’t watch,” he said, but he gave her a
squeeze that was almost enough.

In desperation, she reached over to him, sliding her hand
over his thigh until she found the hard bulge in his jeans.

“Shit! Val, you’re going to make me get in an accident. I
promise, that’s not going to help you get off.”

“When did you get so mean?” she asked, petulant.

He took his hand from her and grabbed first one of her
wrists, then the other, resting both against her thigh. He’d had to let go of
the remote though, so at least she was assured of the same setting. Now, if she
could just…

Letting go of the steering wheel long enough to grab the
remote, he turned it off. Again. Oh, she was so going to have to kill him.

“Okay, maybe that worked too well. Sorry.”

He didn’t sound very sorry and she gave him her best
murderous glare as he exited the freeway, heading back to his house. It
absolutely was not fair to get her this worked up when she couldn’t do anything
about it. Do anything about him. She wanted to touch him, taste him, feel him.
She wanted his hands on her, not some damn vibrator.

Again he let her go, but this time he moved his hand up to
cup her neck, massaging her tight shoulders as he drove a little faster than he
probably should. Gradually she relaxed again, almost dozing with the feel of
his hand warm on her neck and the music soft in the background.

She reminded herself to enjoy the night, to take what she
could get and be ready to live off the memories for a long time. She didn’t
doubt for a second that it would take a while to get over him, to be able to
move on to someone else. More than one drunken night with her best friend had
been spent analyzing why she didn’t get attracted to guys more often. Or why
they weren’t attracted to her. They’d never found an answer, only headaches the
next morning.

Now her friend was married and they rarely had girls’ night
out anymore. The last time, she hadn’t even mentioned her growing attraction to
her favorite client.

Part of her was excited, looking forward to the night ahead,
but the other part was already looking to the future without her semi-regular
dose of Keith. Would it be worth it? To trade the many days of pleasant
platonic contact for one night of passion? She hoped so, because there was
little choice in the matter now.

Oh, she could still say no, she had no doubt about that. But
she’d spend the rest of her life kicking herself in the ass, that much was also
clear.

The car came to a stop and she opened her eyes, not even
having realized they’d closed. She was glad he’d kept his hand off the
remote—she might have had to kill him if he’d buzzed her again. He seemed to
have figured that out on his own though, which gave a good indication of his
ability to pay attention.

This time when he got out of the car, she waited, letting
him come around to open the door for her. She’d never actually done that
before, had no idea why she did now. Maybe because she was suddenly too tired
to figure out how to behave, how to act. She was going to stop worrying about
what he was trying to do, what he was thinking and planning, and how she should
be reacting. She was going to be herself, and if he wasn’t okay with that, so
be it.

He reached down and she accepted his hand, letting him pull
her up out of the car. Her thighs ached, though how much was from the riding
and how much was from the vibrator she didn’t even bother to guess.

She followed him into the house, standing where he placed
her while he locked the door and turned on a light. He came back to her and put
his hands on her shoulders, watching her closely.

“You okay, baby?”

“Sure.”

“Why so quiet all of a sudden?”

“I don’t know, just ready, I guess. Trying not to think too
far ahead.”

One of his hands came up to her cheek, his thumb brushing
her lips. “I don’t see anything wrong with thinking ahead. Except right now I
can hardly think past this minute.”

“What are you thinking, this minute?” Her words were barely
a whisper as her lips brushed his thumb.

“I’m thinking how much I want to taste you again. I’m
wondering how wet you are. I want to feel every inch of your body under my
hands.”

“So why are we still standing here?”

“Because I can’t stop staring at you. You’re so beautiful.”

The awe in his voice confused her. She didn’t believe him,
but she didn’t think he was lying to her either. Perhaps right now, in this
minute, he did find her beautiful. It was good enough for her. He didn’t move
though. Maybe it was time for her to make some moves. She may not have a lot of
experience, but right now she felt powerful.

She brought one hand up to rest on his heart, gauge his
reaction. Her other hand went to his arousal, thick and firm behind his jeans.
He drew in a sharp breath and she smiled around his thumb. He eased it between
her lips and she sucked it in, hard. Heat flared in his eyes as she gripped him
with her fingers while biting gently with her teeth.

“Oh, fuck, baby. Tell me you’re ready.”

“I don’t know, Keith. Ready for what?” she teased, her hand
gliding up and down his length before reaching up to undo the button.

“Uh.” He pulled his thumb back and bent at the waist,
putting his shoulder into her stomach and lifting.

Shocked, she gave a small shriek as he carried her into the
bedroom. She slapped his ass but he just grunted and tossed her onto the bed.
Bouncing, she braced her hands on the mattress and looked at him. He was
breathing hard, his hands tearing his jeans open and sliding them down. Where
was the cool, sexy flirt from this morning? The in-control hard-ass from the
afternoon?

He yanked his sweatshirt over his head while kicking off his
shoes. The buttons on his shirt came undone a lot faster than they’d been
closed up this morning and she licked her lips at the sight of that hard chest
again. He shoved his boxers off and she stared at his long, hard cock, jutting
out at her, begging for her attention. She swallowed the saliva pooling in her
mouth as he came closer.

His hands turned their attention to her, starting with her
shoes. She let him take them off before scooting back out of his reach. His low
growl gave her goose bumps. She rose to her knees at the head of the bed as he
stood at the foot, face hard with desire. She pulled the sweatshirt off then paused
with her hands on the hem of her shirt, waiting for his response. He didn’t
disappoint.

“Take it off,” he said, putting one knee on the end of the
bed.

Val’s mouth quirked into a small smile at his words, but
instead of doing as he’d said, she slowly pulled her bottom lip through her
teeth. He tensed, ready to move forward but she drew the shirt up her body,
baring herself an inch at a time before finally bringing it over her head.

“The bra,” he said, shifting to bring his other leg up. She
cupped her breasts as they watched each other, kneeling on opposite ends of the
bed. Instead of moving her hands around to the back to work the clasp, she slid
them down her rib cage and rested them at the button to her jeans.

He was fascinated by the combination of nervous eyes and
seductive intent. Forcing himself not to leap at her, he swallowed hard and let
her drive him crazy. As long as he could do the same, he thought, letting his
wicked grin be all the warning she got. In his hand was the remote he’d palmed
from his jeans, which he was sure she hadn’t seen. He thumbed the dial and she
gasped.

Chapter Six

Now that they were in a quiet room Keith could just make out
the buzzing sound coming from inside her. Her breathing picked up, her breasts
rising and falling in an invitation he found hard to resist. Her eyes closed
for a minute as her whole body, other than those sharp breaths, froze around
the sensations. He waited, wanting her to finish what she started, wanting her
to seduce him, even as he drove her up.

Her eyes opened and she glanced down to where he slowly
stroked himself. Determination lit her eyes and she resumed movement. The
button popped open and she peeled the sides back enough to reveal her dark-blue
panties. One slim hand moved in, cupping herself inside the jeans, pressing up
into the vibrator. Her head fell back with a moan and he moved forward before
catching himself.

“The bra,” he said again, hoping he didn’t sound too harsh.
She gave another one of those pleased smirks and moved to push her jeans down
off her hips instead. He changed the speed on the remote and moved another step
forward. The buzzing sound increased as her jeans went down. Rolling his thumb
over the head of his cock to capture the moisture there, he reached out and
brought it to her sweet lips. Her eyes rounded in surprise and she gave a
little gasp, but then darted her tongue out to lick him.

They both groaned and she moved a little closer and sucked
his thumb into her mouth. He set the remote down within reach and slid his hand
up her leg, over her hip and around to her back to work on the bra clasp. She
took over the task of handling his erection and he paused as she squeezed him.
They both moved a step closer, a handspan apart now. Pulling his thumb out
slowly, her teeth grazing him as she let him go, he moved in for a kiss.

She waited for him, not moving closer, letting him find her
lips with his. He paid her back by teasing, moving his lips over hers without
joining them. When she finally leaned forward to press into him, he let her.
Her tongue met his and he sucked it in, hard. Had anything ever tasted as sweet
as his Val?

He moved his hand between them, cupping it over hers,
finding her panties drenched. He laced his fingers through hers and brought
them both up so that they could slip inside the satin. Their joined fingers
slid through her wetness, then back up to play with her clit. He used both of
their fingers to circle and press until her hips were moving unconsciously,
then he slowly tugged the vibe, still turned on, from her body. Her muscles
clenched, holding it inside, until she moaned and released it.

“The bra,” he said again and this time she listened while he
turned the vibe off and tossed it and the remote away. She pulled her fingers
free of his, trailing them up his bare chest. He barely caressed her clit as
she finally pulled the straps down her arms and removed the bra from between
them.

“The jeans.” His hands came up between them to cup the small
handful of her breasts. “So beautiful,” he whispered. Her nipples stood out,
dark puckers begging for his attention. Leaning in, he took a tip in his mouth,
sucking it between teeth and tongue. Her moan was the sweetest sound. She gave
up trying to shove her jeans down and moved her hands to his back. He pressed
into the feel of her caress, opening his mouth to take more of her.

More, he needed more. After so long, his fantasies were
becoming reality but the reality was already a thousand times better than his
dreams. He picked her up and laid her down on the bed. She held him to her and
he wanted to roar in triumph. Letting go of her despite her clutching hands and
soft moans, he pulled her jeans off and moved back to cover her. They both
sighed as his body pressed onto hers. She dragged his head down to hers for another
kiss, her breasts pressing eagerly into his chest.

She tasted so good, but there was so much more of her he
needed to experience. He nibbled his way along her jaw, over to her ear,
sucking the lobe into his teeth. She arched up into him and he smiled. A gentle
bite had her crying out. Releasing her with a lick, he moved back down,
exploring her neck, then lower. He wanted more of her breasts and they were
waiting for him.