Seductive Reasoning

by Cheryl Gorman

  How much more of this could she take without him touching her, taking her? Not much. She had to feel him inside her.

  “Kate, I can’t do this.”

  Oh, yes you can. She feathered her lips over his jaw to his ear. She sucked the lobe into her mouth. Desire crashed through her. “You don’t have to do anything.”

  “I can’t. Not again. Please, Kate.”

  She moved her hand down his chest and glided over his abdomen. With her fingers, she worked the towel loose. The terry cloth shielding him from the lower half of her body fell away.

  Skin to skin. She drank in the sight of him, the hard, proud thrust of his erection between his legs. Arousal pulsed like fire into her core. If he moved a little closer, he could bury himself inside her. God knows she wanted him to more than she wanted to breathe.

  If he did, she would win.

  He would lose. End of story.

  Isn’t that what she wanted?

  Kate wrapped her fingers gently around his erection and rubbed her thumb over the tip. She felt a pearl of fluid seep onto her finger.

  “Stop that. You have to stop,” he protested.

  Thunder pounded. Closer this time. She slanted her mouth over his, smothered his lips, and dipped her tongue into his mouth. She tasted him fully, thoroughly, her tongue pumping in and out, as she longed for him to do with his body. His tongue slid over hers, a slow, silky seduction. Satisfaction burst dazzling and hot in her chest. She lifted her mouth, but their lips were still touching. “I don’t believe you really want me to stop.”

  “I do, Kate. I--”

  At that moment, she moved her sex over the tip of his penis and let it stroke between the soft folds. “Still want me to stop?”

  Please, don’t say yes. She never wanted him to stop. Not in a million years.

  “You have to.”

  She lifted her gaze and looked deeply into his eyes for the answer her heart sought. When she found it, her lips curved into what she hoped were a sexy, siren smile. She slicked the tip of her tongue over her mouth. “I take that as a no.”

  Before he could answer her, she dipped her head and trailed kisses down his neck and over his chest while her hands kneaded the muscles in his back and blood roared in her ears. The scent and feel of his hard, muscled body made her shiver with want.

  Finally, she felt him relax. Her mouth performed wicked, erotic things to his nipples before she moved lower over his abdomen. She felt him suck in his stomach at the touch of her lips, her tongue. She used her teeth on him, nipping at his skin, teasing the indentation of his navel until she thought she would go mad.

  Seth threaded his fingers into her hair.

  Yes. Finally. Yes.

  Kate moved lower, knelt at his feet and slid her mouth over the length of him. He felt like silk wrapped around steel. The pulse of his life-blood drummed against her lips.

  She tasted him with her tongue from the base of his penis to the tip. Her lips nipped at the head, her tongue teased around the edges. She’d never put her mouth on a man’s sex before, and she hoped she was doing it right.

  The bathroom had begun to cool, but her blood ran hotter than ever. When she took him fully into her mouth, need, desire and tenderness swept through her body.

  Seth. Oh God, Seth.

  Wet, hot, incredible.

  Thoughts of the wager and her business flew from her brain as sensation after sensation overwhelmed her. She slipped her hands over his buttocks in a gentle, coaxing motion and pulled him closer to her mouth. She wanted him closer. She had to have him closer.

  The shower door rattled as Seth grabbed the handle in a death grip. Kate felt every muscle in his body tense. Now. Yes. Now. She caressed his blatant arousal until his breathing grew harsher, his penis harder.

  “Stop, Kate,” he moaned. “If you don’t I’ll--“

  At the sound of his urgent plea, Kate removed her mouth from his body and stood up.

  She saw Seth look down at his crotch. His penis glistened from her mouth and throbbed against his stomach. What had she done?

  Shame rushed through her. Kate felt like one of those women who viciously enjoyed teasing a man then coyly refused to follow through with her carnal promises. She lowered her chin. “I’m sorry. I did this all wrong.”

  Seth placed his fingers beneath her chin and lifted her face up to his. “You did nothing wrong. Why would you think that?”

  She stared into his eyes. Sincerity and concern burned in their depths. How could that be? She glanced down at his erect penis then back at his face. “No woman should do that”--she gestured with her hand toward his penis--“to a man then deny him sexual satisfaction.”

  “I asked you to stop and you did. Remember?”

  “Yes, but I should have--“

  “No buts.” He grasped her hand and kissed the back of it. “Let’s go watch the storm.”

  When Seth stepped into the den dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, Kate sat in the window seat wearing a casual, sleeveless dress that fell to her ankles. Her legs were curved to the side and made the dress hug the underside of her sweet butt. The dress had a scoop neck that denied him a generous view of her breasts. Disappointment swept through him. A few minutes ago, she’d stood naked before him in the shower, pleasuring him with her lips and tongue. Then he’d asked her to stop. Instead of ignoring his request, she’d complied, then actually believed she’d done something wrong. A sudden rush of pride filled him. She was more woman than she realized and it had nothing to do with sexuality. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and hold her close while the storm raged outside his home. Thinking about the storm reminded him of something. “Kate?”

  She turned her head and looked at him.

  “Remember our first meeting at the studio?” he asked.

  A smile as intimate as a kiss trembled over her mouth. “Yes. We talked about making love during a storm, about enjoying the flashes of lightning and the hard drive of the rain. I asked you if you’d ever climaxed at the height of the storm. We were interrupted, and you never answered me.” Her voice was soft as a caress.

  Seth felt his erection push against his jeans. He walked to her side, reached out and brushed the back of his hand over her cheek.

  She gazed up at him, her clear eyes bright with longing.

  Seth skimmed his index finger over her lower lip. “I’m ready to answer your question now if you’re ready for the answer.”

  Kate nodded. He took her hand and helped her from the window seat. Her feet were bare and padded softly on the wood floor. Gently, he placed his hands on either side of her face, the tender feel of her skin spread into his own.

  He leaned down and kissed the pulse in the side of her neck then laved her skin with his tongue. He heard her sigh of pleasure and smiled against her neck. “The answer is no, I’ve never made love during a storm.” He licked the shell of her ear and he soft gasp pleased him. “And it’s high time I did.”

  Seth moved his hands to the back of her dress, grasped the zipper and pulled. With little effort, the dress pooled around her feet. She stood next to him, gloriously sexy in a white lacy bra and panties. Needing to see her womanly curves exposed once again, he unhooked the front clasp on her bra and pushed the straps from her shoulders. Her ivory breasts were laid bare before him, the nipples pouting and rosy.

  In a moment, he’d pushed her panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and nudged them to the side with her foot. Her hips flared in a gentle curve and the nest of hair between her legs beckoned him to touch, to taste and explore the sweetness that lay hidden from his gaze.

  Sweet Lord, why have I denied myself so long?

  Seth heaved a deep breath. He had never seen a more beautiful woman. She was perfect and he knew instinctively that they would make a nice, tight fit together. Her body was made for his. She stood there offering herself to him, giving him free uninhibited access to all those soft, generous curves. All he had to do was reach out and take.

  He refused to f
ight it anymore. In fact, he didn’t want to fight it. He needed this. He needed her, now, tonight, in his arms and in his bed. Damn the money. All he wanted was Kate.

  Without taking his eyes from her face, he quickly undid the buttons on his shirt, took it off and dropped it on the floor. He wrapped his hands around her breasts, leaned forward and kissed the nipples. He heard her breath shudder on a ragged sigh. His arousal pushed harder against the denim of his jeans.

  He started to remove his jeans but changed his mind. He looked at her and smiled. “You take them off.”

  Her feminine hands worked at the button of his jeans, unzipped his fly. She shoved her hands under the waistband of his underwear and slid them around to the base of his spine. Slowly, she dipped her hands downward until her palms glided over his buttocks, kneading, stroking, and insisting.

  With a push, she shoved his jeans over his hips and down his legs. She looked down and gave him a naughty grin.

  His penis throbbed between his legs. He laid his hands on her hips and pulled her slowly toward him. Kate stood on tiptoes, opened her mouth, and slid her tongue over his lips.

  Thunder boomed.

  Seth wrapped his arms around Kate, lifted her against his body, and slammed his mouth over hers. Wind pounded with insistent fists against the sides of the house and the windows. His hands roamed up and down her back. His palms clasped her fanny and pulled her into his erection where his penis rubbed against her soft belly. Lightning cracked followed by a rolling crash of thunder.

  His mouth ate at hers in an almost ferocious greed, a hot, nimble mating of tongues and lips. He tasted the wine they’d drunk on their picnic on her lips, mixed with the sweet, chocolaty taste of the brownies she’d nibbled.

  Seth wanted--no, needed--to know every inch of her intimately. He had to put his mouth and tongue on her breasts, her abdomen, and, sweet God, between her silky thighs.

  He had passed the point of no return, but he didn’t care. He would rather tear out his own heart than turn away from her.

  Seth tore his mouth from her sweet, delectable lips and worked on her neck. He had never met a woman who had a sweeter neck. Her skin tantalized, teased, and heated. Her scent spread a swathe of hunger through his senses and seized the breath in his lungs. He wanted to lick the taste of vanilla from her skin, let it coat his mouth, absorb into his bloodstream, and fog his brain. Seth gulped a lungful of air while a red haze of passion blurred his vision.

  Oh, God. Yes.

  A moan slipped from her throat. She writhed against him begging him to take her in soft, breathy pleas. He let his hands roam freely over her body, arousing, soothing, and exploiting places that turned her pleas to whimpers.

  Seth smiled. This was only the beginning.

  He slid one arm under her knees, one around her waist and lifted her up in his arms. Kate’s arms wrapped around his neck, her head rested on his shoulders. Her breath whispered over his skin before she covered his neck with open-mouthed kisses.

  Her bottom pushed against his erection, making it throb with exquisite sensual pain. Seth carried her quickly to the bedroom afraid that he would take her in the hallway. He gripped the edge of the bedspread covering his bed and yanked it back. Gently, he laid her on the bed.

  With her arms still secured about his neck, she pulled him down to her for a kiss. His mouth assaulted hers, his lips devoured. He pulled back breathless with need. Light shone through the window where streaks of rain trickled over the pane, painting lines on the floor and the bed. Kate lay in shadow. “Move over into the light,” Seth insisted. “I need to see you.”

  Kate slipped over until the light bathed her body in silver. A brief flash of lightning allowed him to see her face and eyes clearly. Her beauty, the loving look in her eyes, stole his breath. Seth straddled her, lifted her legs, and wrapped them around his waist. Kate pumped her hips upward urging him to enter her. “Not yet.”

  Gently, he stretched out on top of her and propped his arms on either side of her head. She gazed back at him with all the beauty and sensuality of a woman waiting for her man to join with her.

  Seth kissed her eyebrows first, then her eyelids, her cheeks, and the hollow of her cheeks. She moved her head, asking him to take her mouth, but he avoided her silent plea and brushed his lips over her jaw and onto her neck. He sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth, then kissed the soft, sweet spot below. She sighed, turning her head to offer him more.

  He smiled to himself and took her chin between his lips. She raised her mouth to his, and he pulled back slightly.

  “Seth, please. Kiss me.”

  “In a minute.” He licked the corners of her mouth, then slicked over her lips. He sucked first her upper lip then her lower into his mouth before pushing his tongue past their soft barrier. Kate moaned; her arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer. He tasted her; he sated himself in the feel of her mouth, the sweet wetness of the interior. He kissed her until he felt the gentle nudge of her feminine softness against his hard erection.

  He lightened the kiss until he drew away from her. With one hand, he held a breast and brought the soft globe to his mouth. He opened his mouth wide and suckled her hard at first, then he soothed with his tongue. He laved until her nipples pushed against his tongue before he gave equal attention to her other breast. By the time he was finished, Kate writhed on the bed eager for him to take her. But he wasn’t done yet.

  Seth reluctantly left her breasts and kissed his way over the smooth skin of her stomach and abdomen. He swirled his tongue in her navel, then moved lower. And lower still, until he came to the edge of her mound. Purposely, he skirted the sweet temptation and pressed open-mouthed kisses on the inside of her thighs. The musky, aroused scent of her drove him wild.

  He licked his way down her legs and nipped gently at the back of her knees. She whimpered and cried at the soft nips of his mouth. Slowly, he kissed his way down her legs, over the curve of her calves, laving, tasting, and licking with his tongue. He kissed her instep. Her toes curled against the sensual feel of his mouth. She gasped with the needy feminine sound of a woman on the edge.

  Seth lifted his head and looked at the soft mound between her legs. Finally, he was going to give her what they both wanted. He pushed himself up, slid his arms under her legs, and draped them over his shoulders. Her womanhood opened to him, swollen and aroused like petals unfolding.

  The plump pearl between the folds looked tight and needy. Seth pressed his thumb on the slick nub once, twice before he lowered his mouth and licked her from bottom to top. Her taste made heat swirl hotter and faster into his groin.

  Seth heard her quick gasp of air. A whimper shimmered out of her throat. Kate thrashed her head from side to side on the pillow, her lips moving in quiet supplication. She opened her legs wider and drew her knees higher, offering herself to him.

  Her sweet offer tore through him and clenched around his heart. Seth nipped her with his mouth, suckled her with his tongue, and kissed her between her legs until her moans turned to pleas. He wanted to feel her pulse again, the sweet tremor prodding his lips and tongue.

  He drove his tongue inside her until her body bowed up from the mattress and the flutter of her climax rose slow and soft like a spring breeze. Her whimpers of pleasure touched his heart and echoed through his soul.

  He’d fallen in love with Kate.

  She’d made him let go of his inhibitions and expose the soft underbelly of his vulnerability--something he’d never allowed himself to do with any other woman.

  The sounds of her satisfaction increased, each one topping the other. In a heartbeat, the gentle cresting wave swelled, the force of it grew harder and harder, until the contractions undulated against his lips, and squeezed his tongue.

  Before her orgasm reached its peak, Seth grabbed a condom from his nightstand, ripped the package open with his teeth, and sheathed himself. His muscles quivered with need. Sweat coated his body as he looked into Kate’s eyes, the bright green almost swallowed whole
by the dilation of her pupils. He took her mouth in one last desperate kiss, sweeping his tongue inside her mouth even as he plunged to the hilt inside her.

  A cry of pleasure tore from her throat and drove his need for her higher and higher still. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, squeezing while her hips pumped hard and fast. Her hands clutched frantically at his buttocks, trying to pull him farther inside her. The sound of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh and their nearly violent and helpless groans of ecstasy filled the room and roared in Seth’s ears.

  How the hell could he have denied himself Kate’s body over the past few days? He pushed himself inside and pumped again. He drove himself until her body gripped him, tight and wet. Pleasure blinded him. He shoved even deeper inside her until the tip of his penis pushed against her womb.

  His climax seared him. This woman, this loving, free-spirited woman, had touched him in a profound way. Not just with her luscious body but with her spirit, her soul. She gave him her all.

  Freely.

  She trusted him.

  Chapter Eleven

  Seth kissed the side of Kate’s neck and breathed in the scent of tempting vanilla and sex. “I feel like I’ve died.”

  Kate chuckled beneath him, their bodies still joined. “If this is heaven, I never want to leave the bed.”

  He rubbed his hand over her bottom. “I’m still coming inside you. I can feel it. Incredible.”

  “I think I’ve gone blind.”

  Seth laughed and moved his hips forward one more time before he pulled out of her. He rolled to his side and discarded the condom, then pulled her back into his arms. She snuggled in like a satisfied cat, her hand resting on his chest, her head a gentle weight on his shoulder.