by Sara Fawkes
Dressed in a pair of jeans that hugged his physique in all the wrong places, this bad boy had trouble written all over him.
He presented her with a sexy, lopsided smile. “Hey,” he said, handing her a bottle of wine.
“Hey yourself.” Taking a small step back, she placed the bottle on a side table, waved her hand, and gestured for him to enter. “Come in.”
Without taking his eyes off her, he stepped inside. A shiver skipped down her spine at the sound of the deadbolt clicking in place.
Damn. He was so handsome. So perfect. Some deeper emotion stirred within. She moistened her lips and shrugged it off. It wasn’t like she was going to fall for him if he kissed her, touched her, or made sweet love to her all night long. She knew better than to fill her head with fancy notions of love. J. C. Penney’s weekend white sales were known to last longer than his relationships.
The predatory gleam in his eyes made her pulse rate kick up a notch. She began to warm in the most interesting places. She fanned her face and loosened the lapels of her robe, exposing the lace on her teddy. Was it getting hotter in here?
Schooling her expression, she banked her desires and asked, “How are you feeling? Any side effects yet?”
He shrugged, his eyes shifting downward to examine the rise and fall of her chest. A feminine thrill ran through her.
He cleared his throat and raked his bangs off his forehead. “So far, so good. I still have all my hair and I’m not drooling.” His gaze roamed her body. “At least not yet,” he said playfully.
She glanced at his crotch. Purely for research purposes, she told herself. “Anything going on down there?”
He grinned. “A few twitches. Nothing out of the ordinary.” His eyes sparkled with mischief and something else. If she had to guess, she’d say promise. “We’ll know more when we put him to the test.”
She shivered with a mix of excitement and nervousness as she toyed with the belt on her housecoat. She didn’t want to seem too eager, too anxious to start putting Little Jay to the test, but the promising look in his eyes prompted her into action. With renewed concentration, she plastered on an air of professionalism and fought to ignore the fine tremor of heat rippling through her.
She lowered her voice. “Perhaps we should get started. We have no idea how long this will take.”
Powerful muscles shifted as he took a step closer and angled his head. His heady male scent intoxicated her and fired her senses. “Yes, perhaps we should.”
Drawing a fueling breath, she inched open her housecoat, revealing a silky white chemise, lace panties, and matching garter.
A rich, decadent rumble of pleasure sounded low in his throat. Her body trembled in response. She watched his eyes darken with lust as his gaze caressed her.
Lust! In his eyes! When he looked at her!
Hot damn!
Her nipples swelled under his devouring eyes. She felt her cheeks flush from heat and desire.
His fingers bit into her hips as he pulled her hard against him. A fever rose in her when her breasts crushed into a wall of thick muscle.
His voice was husky, sensual. “How did you know?” His eyes reflected his every emotion, his every desire.
“Know what?” she rasped.
With excruciating gentleness, he skimmed her curves with his palms. “That white lace is my favorite.” The deep timbre of his voice covered her like warm butter.
She cleared her throat and drew in a steadying breath. “I once read that white lace will raise any man’s eyebrows.”
The turbulence in his eyes made her skin grow moist and tighten. He tangled his hands through her hair and urged her mouth closer.
“Yes, well, what we’re looking to raise is nowhere near my eyebrows.”
She resisted the urge to scream, Hallelujah!
JAY WATCHED THE graceful, erotic sway of her curvy backside as she made her way into the kitchen to pour the wine. Waves of long curls cascaded down her back and bounced with each sensual movement. He smiled. It pleased him that she’d worn her hair down, the way he liked it.
He stood there, staring at her retreating back until she rounded the corner and disappeared from his line of vision. He remained motionless, unable to form a coherent thought as her exotic signature scent perfumed the air. Well, almost motionless. There was still one part of him that involuntarily twitched.
He adjusted his jeans to alleviate some of the discomfort. Christ, he knew he should have taken the time to relieve his sexual tension. Another glimpse of her curvy body covered in white lace and he was likely to go off like a Roman candle. But he’d been in too much of a damn hurry to see her to consider such matters.
A slow burn worked its way through his veins and settled deep in his groin. He’d never reacted so physically to a woman before. He couldn’t understand it. Everything from her bewitching green cat eyes to her creamy flawless skin and deep silky voice aroused him.
It didn’t really make a difference to him what she wore, a shapeless lab coat or a baggy robe, she still looked as sexy as hell. But hot damn, when she’d revealed her lace-clad body, the sudden need to lose himself in her became so intense it was almost painful. It took all his restraint not to grab her, bend her over, and fuck her right then. He knew it was much too soon to lose control. He wanted to take it slow, to lay her body out like a banquet so he could feast on every delicious inch of her hot naked flesh.
Ignoring his physical discomfort, he stepped farther into her roomy apartment. It was warm, inviting, and comfortable. Soft rays spilled from a corner lamp and bathed her sofa in a sensual golden glow. He grinned. That’s where he wanted her. Right there. Sprawled across those plush cushions.
A raspberry candle burned near her open window. The flickering light cast shadows on the tan-colored wall while the sweet fragrance scented the air.
Raspberry. His favorite. “Mmmmm . . .” he murmured low in his throat.
He found her stereo and put on some mellow music. The kind that set the mood for seduction.
Her voice sounded from behind. When he spun around, his brain stalled. Fuck, did she know how sexy she looked when she nibbled on her lower lip like that? His nostrils flared as he drew in a ragged breath.
She stood before him, holding two glasses of wine. An erotic pink flush colored her neck.
With the crook of his finger he beckoned for her to come to him. “Come here, Laura.” His voice was soft, coaxing, urging her closer.
She took three measured steps forward and handed him his glass of wine. He took a long drink, placed it on the table beside him, and angled closer until her body was only a hairbreadth away from his. He inhaled her. She smelled so damn delicious. He gazed deep into her alluring eyes, his expression letting her know this would be good. For both of them.
Jay reached out and traced the delicate curve of her jaw as he brushed his thumb across her bottom lip. Her mouth was so soft and smooth, like spun silk. His fingers traveled lower to skim her neck. An erratic pulse drummed against his touch. For a brief moment his body tightened in anticipation as he envisioned himself caressing her flesh with his lips.
He dragged his hand lower. She drew a shuddery breath when he surfed his fingertips over the milky swell of her breasts. She shifted from one leg to another, her hips bumping against his groin.
He stifled a moan and eased open the thick cotton until he glimpsed her lacy chemise.
“I really like your robe.”
“Thanks.”
“Now take it off.”
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Excerpt from Seduced by the Gladiator copyright © 2013 by Lauren Hawkeye.
Excerpt from Pleasure Control copyright © 2006 by Cathryn Fox.
“Take Me.” Copyright © 2013 by Sara Fawkes.
“Teach Me.” Copyright © 2013 by Cathryn Fox.
“Tame Me.” Copyright © 2013 by Lauren Hawkeye.
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