“I’ve always been good with my hands,” he said playfully, lightening the mood. “Now I know I can handle more than pigskin.”
Yes, she was learning that his skills went much further than those nimble fingers catching a football. Finishing off her wine, she held the glass out to him. “Since you’re not going to drink your wine, could I have it, please?” She smiled. “Then you can put those talented hands to good use and start on the massage you owe me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, and switched her empty glass of wine for his full one. Finding the bottle of oil among all the other pedicure paraphernalia, he poured a large dollop into his palm, rubbed his hands together, then massaged the warmed lotion onto her right foot.
Chloe moaned blissfully as Gabe’s thumbs pressed against her arch and worked his way to her heel, then ankle, deftly massaging the oil into her skin and easing taut tendons and muscles. The arousing fragrance of heated cinnamon reached her nose, curling around her senses and coaxing feminine nerve endings to life. After making sure her polish was dry, he carefully removed the foam separator from her toes and slid his fingers between each digit, evoking erotic impressions unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
“Now I get to taste,” he said, his eyes gleaming devilishly as he brought her foot up to his mouth and lapped his tongue along her sole, slick from the aromatic, flavored oil.
She gasped in surprise, and her knee jerked back in an automatic response to the rippling sensation that shook her entire body. “Hey, that tickles.”
A gust of low laughter rumbled against her foot and heightened her awareness of him even more. “Nice to know I can torture you a bit, too.”
His lips and tongue did just that, making her alternately laugh and groan. “Ahh…I can’t take any more…”
His dark blue eyes, filled with wicked intent, peeked up at her. “Yeah, you can.” Ignoring her protest, he held tight to her leg, with one hand cradling her foot and the other cupping the fullest part of her calf as his mouth skimmed its way toward her toes.
She squirmed restlessly on the sofa, certain he meant to draw her toes into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth and suck on them. The provocative thought had her breathing hard.
Instead, he stopped short of her toes and gently, sensuously, sank his teeth into the pad of her foot, which sent bolts of electrical currents all the way up to the tips of her breasts. Her nipples peaked against silk, aching for the feel of his mouth tugging there, too.
After a few more well-placed love bites that had her alternately laughing and cursing him, he finally gave in to her pleas and moved on to knead his way up her leg.
She took another swallow of wine and sighed as his long oil-coated fingers rubbed the muscles in her calf then stroked over her knee to her thigh. His hands were indeed magic, and she went utterly boneless under his skillful ministrations and the relaxing effects of the wine.
Finished with one leg, he started on the other. Setting aside her empty glass, she closed her eyes, sank into the couch cushions, and enjoyed every nuance of his sensuous pampering, the heat of the cinnamon oil on her supple skin, and the silent tingling awareness building in her body and between them.
Until she heard the soft buzzing sound of her vibrator. Her eyes blinked open, and she found Gabe holding the twitching phallus, examining it, intrigued by the shape and size. And judging by the enormous erection straining the fly of his jeans, he was a whole lot turned on by the possibilities inherent in the sex toy.
A combination of excitement and startling uncertainty mingled within her. She wondered how far he’d go with her vibrator…and knew she’d given him carte blanche to use it wherever and however he wished. She’d done it to taunt and tease him, of course, but now the very real possibility existed that he’d call her bluff and use it on more than easing the tense muscles in her calf and thighs.
But that’s where he started, anyway, rolling the gadget against taut tendons, dabbling behind her knees, coasting over the muscles in her inner thighs…and she had to admit the pulsating pressure against her flesh felt incredible. And incredibly arousing. Liquefying her body from the inside out. Making her tremble. Generating a sizzling heat and dizzying need so great her blood roared in her ears and her nerve endings felt vibrantly alive and poised on the crest of a greater pleasure.
Biting her lower lip, she sought Gabe’s eyes. His hooded gaze burned with equal intensity as he moved off the coffee table and settled closer, between her legs, using the width of his chest to keep her knees spread and her open to him. Slowly, he lifted the vibrator and caressed the outer swell of her breasts, then grazed the flickering tip across her rigid nipples, the fleeting touch as erotic as a wicked, illicit kiss.
Lower, he explored, his bold, masculine features etched with uncompromising purpose and a darker hunger that made her shiver. He drew the vibrator down to her quivering belly, making her silk chemise dance and shimmer against her skin. With his free hand he bunched the soft material in his fist, drawing the hem up until her panties were revealed. Her knees automatically clenched the sides of his chest, but he merely leaned in closer, dominating her movements. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply of her scent, his nostrils flaring at the combined essence of cinnamon and the damp evidence of her desire.
Oh God. The vibrator touched down once again at the elastic edge of her panties, leaving no doubt in her mind where his final destination would be. She trembled, the first stages of a mindless, shuddering orgasm pulling at her, willing to let the exquisite pleasure happen in all its glory and decadence. She could feel herself coming undone inside, unraveling physically as well as emotionally. Wanting, needing, craving everything she knew he could give her.
Somewhere along the way she’d lost control of the situation and he’d gained the upper hand, and the realization shook her up. Just as the pulsing shaft grazed her mound, she grabbed his wrist, stopping his descent.
He glanced up at her, his jaw tight with restraint and his gaze hot and earthy and unapologetically sexual. “You don’t like the way it feels?” he asked, his voice low and rough.
How to explain how exposed and vulnerable she felt at the moment? “It feels too good,” she managed. It was as honest an answer as she’d allow.
“That’s not supposed to be a bad thing,” he teased, his mouth tipping up in a beguiling grin. Letting go of the fabric in his fist, he splayed his hand on her smooth, bare stomach, adding a tantalizing pressure that stirred deeper desires. “Go all the way with the fantasy you started,” he dared.
Could she surrender to this naughty fantasy in front of him? Heat scored her cheeks and doubts got the best of her good-girl sensibilities. “Gabe…”
He interrupted her before she could fully object. “After all you’ve put me through these past two nights, don’t turn shy and modest on me now, sweetheart,” he chided gently. “Let me watch you come like this. Just give me that tonight. Please.”
The soft, reverent way he said the word please melted away her reserve. And if she were completely honest with herself, she wanted the orgasm he promised, was wet with wanting, and already buzzing from the anticipation of experiencing the kind of all-consuming release he’d given her last night. But this time she’d tumble over the edge in a very wanton, shameless way.
Before she lost the nerve, she released her hold on his wrist and whispered, “Go ahead.”
She expected him to pull off her panties and strip her bare, but he left her covered, which proved to be even more titillating and thrilling as the knob of the quivering phallus glided over damp silk, lightly stroking, slowly tracing the swollen, delicate folds of her sex. She gasped and shuddered from the feverish imprint on her sensitive flesh and the hot, possessive look in Gabe’s eyes as they searched hers.
Fearful that he’d see all the way to her soul and discover the depth of her feelings for him, she closed her eyes and let her head loll against the back of the sofa. She focused on the hedonistic pleasure radiating through her body instead of t
he selfless man who was giving, without asking for any satisfaction of his own in return.
But the need she harbored for him was inescapable, and even with her eyes squeezed tight he was intricately woven into the fantasy unfolding in her mind. Then fantasy melded into reality when she felt his lips skim the inside of her thigh, his hot, moist breath wafting across her skin, and finally his tongue lapping her up like a piece of cinnamon candy.
She couldn’t contain the untamed groans that slipped from her throat. Another feathery sensation shimmered across the tiny knot of nerves and flesh between her legs, followed by the deeper, rhythmic stroke of the vibrator, his mouth, his tongue. Her mind reeled, and the combined sensations catapulted her into the most intense climax she’d ever had.
Voluptuous tremors rippled through her limbs, and she cried out hoarsely as her fingers clenched the couch cushions on either side of her hips in an attempt to hold on to something. Her back arched as she came in an overwhelming rush of passion and desire, her entire body trembling, shuddering…flying apart in the most glorious way.
It seemed like hours passed before she could breathe normally again and bring herself to open her eyes and finally look at Gabe. He was still kneeling on the floor, watching her, a look of pure male satisfaction on his face when she knew he had to be in excruciating pain with his own arousal still raging.
“You’re incredible,” he said, his voice deep and husky and filled with an abundance of honesty and emotion. “Absolutely amazing.”
A portion of her heart melted, a dangerous thing when she couldn’t afford emotional involvement with this man. Not a second time around.
She managed a smile and opted for humor. “And you certainly know how to give a good…pedicure.”
He laughed, the sound rough with shared amusement. “At least I’m good for something.”
“Oh, you’re plenty good, Gabe MacKenzie.” And almost more than she could handle.
“I’m glad you think so,” he said, winking at her.
He stood, straightening up slowly, his burgeoning erection now eye level for her. She wondered what he intended, but he merely held out his open palm to her, and she placed her hand in his trustingly so that he could pull her up. Her unsteady legs wobbled and their bodies brushed, but he didn’t take advantage of their close proximity.
Gently, he pushed a stray strand of hair away from her cheek, the tender gesture at odds with the sexy grin that slashed across his features. “Same time tomorrow evening?”
“Yeah, and another fantasy to fulfill.” She ran her index finger slowly, seductively, down the middle of his chest. “And this time, you might just get lucky.”
“Hmm, imagine that,” he murmured.
And he did…all night long.
Chapter Four
A soft, distant voice invited Gabe to enter, and as soon as he stepped into Chloe’s condo the next night and took in his surroundings, he knew he’d walked into a very provocative kind of seduction. After two nights of nonconsummated foreplay that had left him permanently hard and aching, he couldn’t help but wonder what Chloe had in store for him tonight—fulfillment, or more sexual frustration.
The entryway and living room were dim, lit only by a dozen strategically placed candles that filled his every breath with the distinctive scent of vanilla underscored with arousing cinnamon. The flickering flames cast shadows in the room and along the walls, adding to the stimulating and very alluring atmosphere.
Hand still on the doorknob and his pulse registering the slow thrum of awareness flowing through his veins, he glanced around for Chloe but couldn’t find her anywhere in the living room, though he knew it had been her who’d invited him inside. As he gave the ambiance another quick glance, the significance of this particular fantasy hit him, making him realize that the cloak of darkness was most likely Chloe’s way of protecting her feelings and keeping her distance. The veil of obscurity was like a shield, keeping him from seeing all the emotions her expressive eyes couldn’t conceal.
After everything that had occurred between them last night he suspected she was feeling a bit threatened emotionally and needing the reins of their affair back in her hands. He’d give her complete control over his body, his heart, his soul even, if that’s what she demanded. But he refused to let her hide from him in any way whatsoever. She might need the darkness to feel safe, to believe she was protected from his ultimate intentions, but he only needed to feel her passionate, candid response to him to know the truth…that she cared for him more than she was willing to admit.
And it was that admission he sought. He had tonight and tomorrow to convince her that he needed her in his life and to make her realize that there had always been something more between them than just friendship, and now sex. Two more nights to gain her forgiveness and the love he’d forsaken six years ago, and he hoped like hell that she’d give him both.
“Lock the door, Gabe.”
Chloe’s soft, sultry voice wrapped around him, but he couldn’t pinpoint the origin. He did as she requested, squinting his eyes as he waited for his pupils to adjust to the shadowy darkness. His nerves were on alert, anticipating how this latest scenario of hers would unfold.
“Are we playing hide-and-seek tonight, sweetheart?” he asked, his tone low and sexual. “Because if we are, I have to warn you that I play for keeps.”
“You don’t have to find me,” she said somewhere to his left. “I’m right here.”
He caught a movement as she stepped out into the open and the candlelight illuminated her slender body and the tempting sway of her hips. He watched her approach, looking like an ethereal vision in a white, gauzy blouse so sheer he could see the outline of her bra underneath, and a pair of white hip-hugging shorts. The flames added golden highlights to the hair she’d left down, making the strands shimmer and dance with a life of their own.
His stomach clenched and his groin tightened with unquenched lust. She stopped in front of him and pressed her hand against his chest, right over his rapidly beating heart, which he was certain she could feel through his T-shirt. This close, the cinnamon fragrance was hotter now, the incandescent sheen on her skin leading him to believe that she’d rubbed that exotic, delicious oil all over her body.
A vixen smile curved her luscious mouth. “I want you, Gabe…if you’re daring enough to follow me into a night of decadent, forbidden pleasure.”
His eyes caught and held hers, and an equally wicked grin appeared on his lips. “You should know by now that I’ll dare anything when it comes to you.”
“Perfect,” she murmured, seemingly pleased by his promise. Gathering his shirt in her fist, she stepped back and pulled him until her spine flattened against the entryway wall and his body imprinted the length of hers from breasts to thighs. She lifted her mouth up to his, a breath away from a kiss, and whispered huskily, “Dare to be my lover. Dare to fulfill my wildest, most erotic fantasies. Dare to surrender all to the carnal side of pleasure.”
As if he’d say no to such a proposition. “Lead the way,” he said, letting her set the pace, the tone, the direction of this intriguing seduction.
She did…blowing his mind with a deep, silky, tongue-tangling kiss that skipped all coaxing preliminaries. Her mouth was soft and sweet, assertive and greedy, and he matched her unbridled aggression yet was acutely aware that this was her fantasy and she was the one in control of where and how far they would take this impetuous adventure of hers. So when she lifted his hand to the collar of her blouse, he didn’t hesitate to follow through on her silent order to undress her. Except his big fingers fumbled with the small, slippery buttons of her blouse, and he growled in frustration against her lips.
She pulled back, breaking their kiss. She was breathing hard, panting with need, and her eyes glowed with fire and passion. “Rip it off,” she told him.
He didn’t think anything she could say or do would shock him, but this request definitely gave him a jolt of surprise. And excited him beyond reason. And in that moment,
the meaning behind tonight’s fantasy crystalized and made complete sense. In the darkness she could be naughty, more outrageous, more sexually explicit. Without the lights on and his features obscured in shadows, she could imagine he was a faceless stranger.
But they weren’t strangers, and no amount of pretending could change just how intimate they’d been with each other thus far. She was attempting to keep things physical between them, but what she didn’t realize was that she was trusting him to be that faceless stranger, trusting him to fulfill her desires, yet keep the fantasy within the realms of reality.
His entire body remained tense, and her chin tipped up a fraction, taunting him. And then he knew. She was testing his resolve, wanting to see how far he was willing to go, if he’d play the part she’d asked, if he’d go all the way and take her. Hard and fast and without reserve. He had no boundaries with her, just so long as she was a willing participant, too.
Making his decision, he took a half step back, grasped each side of the flimsy material in his hands, and tore the blouse completely open with one firm tug. Those itty-bitty buttons popped, hitting his chest, the wall, the floor. She gasped as the thin fabric shredded beneath his hands, and he stared at a white bra so sheer she might as well have worn nothing at all.
He covered her lush breasts with his hands and bent his head, scattering warm, moist kisses along her cheek, her jaw, her throat, all the way down to the fullest part of her heaving breasts. Cinnamon flavor tingled on his tongue, and grew hotter with every taste of her skin, making him burn all the way down to his burgeoning erection. Dragging his open mouth across the generous swell of flesh, he tongued her stiff nipples and plucked at them with his teeth through the stretch-lace material.
She whimpered and thrust her hands in his hair, arching her back to accommodate him, his mouth. He continued paying homage to her breasts while his fingers skimmed down her belly to her shorts. He unbuttoned and unzipped them with ease, then slipped his flattened palms just inside and followed the waistband around to the small of her back. He shoved the shorts over her hips so that he could fill his hands with her silk-clad bottom and tilt her pelvis against his. He moved against her, grinding his rock-hard sex between her legs, his movements slow, lazy, and precise.
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