Hypnotic Seduction (The Seduction Series) (28 page)

“What?” She frowned over her shoulder while he straddled her hips and continued to rub her back. Was he crazy? She was as close as she’d ever been.

“You heard me. There will be no orgasms for Hannah Oliver tonight. If you have one, you get five demerits. And, for each one after that, you get ten.”

“Oooh, I’m shaking in my birthday suit.” She smiled and heaved a soft sigh, reveling in his fingers kneading the tension out of her shoulders, his hot erection pressed to her backside.

“You should be. If you rack up more than twenty demerits, you get that spanking you were begging for on Friday night.”

As if this considerate, patient man could ever hurt her. Rough or gentle, the thought of his big hands on her bottom titillated her, and pulsating heat throbbed between her legs.

“Now, flip over and let me work on the front of you.”

Oh, yes, please
!

After she rolled onto her back, he stared into her eyes. “I don’t want to hear another peep from you except to tell me what you like. Do some of your hypnosis relaxation exercises.”

He kissed her, and she lost all sense of time. His hands and fingers waged a sensual assault on her body, touching her everywhere at once. Caressing. Stroking. Squeezing. His mouth followed his hands’ path. Licking. Sucking. Nipping.

She
panted
as if she’d run a mile and explored each well-defined muscle in his back and haunches, kissing his neck and shoulders. His soapy taste reminded her he hadn’t rinsed off completely.

As his fingers plucked at her nipples and probed the aching depth between her thighs, liquid fire coursed through her veins, and her eyelids drifted shut.

She had to be out of her ever-loving mind to be doing this with him. How would she ever get out of this bed with her heart in one piece? Suddenly, she no longer cared about anything but being physically one with him. “Please, Jordan. I want you inside me. It doesn’t matter if I come. Really.”

“No, it doesn’t. But I’m not ready to move on yet.” He placed her palm over the back of his hand and slid his fingers between her legs. “Show me what feels good.”

Tentatively, she held his wrist, guiding his arm, essentially stroking herself with his talented fingers. The faster his hand moved, the higher her tension rose. He sucked her nipples and gradually slid his hand away, replacing it with hers, leaving her frantically rocking against her own fingers.

She lifted her lashes to find him watching her please herself, and her stomach lurched. She should’ve been mortified to have him see her in such a sexual frenzy, but she was so close she couldn’t stop. The unmistakable hunger on his face said he didn’t want her to quit, and the intense lust in his eyes simply aroused her more.

He nudged her legs further apart and whispered, “That’s it. Open a little wider for me.”

Goosebumps skittered over her body at the thought of him studying her most private place. Except she was so excited, she couldn’t refuse him. Letting her thighs spread, she arched her back and closed her eyes again, stroking herself faster and faster. As he kissed her breasts and stomach and then nibbled his way down to her thighs, she felt as if she were floating. A ripple of pleasure spread through her. All at once, he pushed her fingers aside and something firm and moist took their place.

“
Ohmigosh
.” What was he doing? Her eyes sprang open, and she dropped her gaze to his dark head nestled between her legs. His tongue flicked repeatedly at her and ragged breaths hitched in her chest. It felt amazing. Incredibly naughty but absolutely stupendous.

“Kevin would never—”

“I surmised as much,” he murmured and swirled his tongue in enticing circles, holding her bucking hips.

“Oh, yes!” She gasped. “I really like....this.”

“Mmmm, I thought you might.” He chuckled into her screaming flesh. “Just relax and enjoy. And don’t forget—you’re not allowed to come.”

Was he nuts? Now that he’d gotten her this close, she’d suffer through ten spankings for just one mind-blowing orgasm.

In only moments, she thought she’d faint from the delicious pleasure of his tongue’s eager lapping. The throbbing inside her reached an agonizing level, and her hips rocked out of control. “Please don’t stop.”

Lifting his head, he raised his eyebrows. “
Uh-uhh-
ahhh
. What about those demerits?”

Okay, so he’d been right. But he didn’t need to torture her to make his point. “If you don’t finish this, I might have to punch you right in your smug face.”

“Didn’t you just say a moment ago that it doesn’t matter if you get to the finish line?” He laughed.

She urged his mouth back between her legs. A few laps of his tongue later, her whole body tingled and a glorious hot flush spread through her. She stiffened and trembled at the exquisite sensation, shrieking, “Oh,
yessss
!”

She clamped her palm over her mouth, mortified by the banshee’s cry that blurted out of her. “I’m sorry.”

He pulled her hand away. “No, baby, let it all out. Every decibel. Nothing turns me on more than hearing you lose control.”

Control? He’d stolen that the moment he touched her. It was more wonderful than she’d ever dreamed. The moment the delightful tremors quaking through her calmed, his tongue flicked faster and drove her shuddering body right over the edge again. “Oh-my-goodness.” She gasped. “It’s even better.”

“Uh-
ohhhh
, that makes fifteen,” he warned. Wiping his mouth, he moved over her limp body. His lips nibbled hers, tasting of her musky essence. “See, sweetheart?” He smiled down at her. “You just needed to relax.”

Oh, dear, Lord, she was falling deeper in love with him by the minute, and all he cared about was validating his well-deserved reputation as a stud. She wanted
him
to feel like this, too. To want her as much as she wanted him. She wanted to make
him
lose control.

Pushing him onto his back, she showered his muscled body with kisses, starting at his face and working her way down his chest and abdomen, all the while caressing his length.

She’d heard somewhere that well-endowed men didn’t get as stiff as their lesser counterparts, however, Jordan’s velvet-smooth hard-on felt as if it
were reinforced
with a steel rod.

As he watched her drag her tongue down his full length, his pupils dilated until they looked like two black holes ringed by sapphire coronas. The desire and awe-struck adoration in his gaze yanked on her heartstrings. If she made the night unforgettable for him, maybe he’d never let her go.

No
. She couldn’t let herself get caught up in fantasies of forever. She needed to keep it light and
casual,
or she’d scare him off. She
slid
her lips over him.

Air sucked between his teeth. “Baby, do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

“Not a clue.” She lifted her head, forcing a grin. “But I’m having a real good time. Just like you wanted me to.” She gently closed her fist around his thick erection and slid her palm up and down in time with his labored breaths and groans. “Offhand, from the sound of you, I’d say you are, too.”

A millisecond later, he flipped her onto her back and crawled over the top of her. “What you’re hearing is the sound of a man who’s ready for some serious head-banging sex.”

She wound her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear, “I can’t wait.”

“Just remember, if you come again tonight, I’ll have to give you that spanking.”

“Promises, promises.”

~*~

She was incredible. Jordan’s chest tightened while he stared down at Hannah’s flushed face and rolled on a condom. His hands shook as if it were his first time having sex. Once she’d relaxed, she’d become as responsive as her eager kisses promised. He’d never ached to be inside a woman this much before.

“You look so beautiful,” he whispered, easing
himself
between her legs and slowly sliding just the tip of himself into her tight, slick sheath.

Her eyes widening, she squirmed beneath him, raising her hips to deepen his penetration. He pressed his invasion another inch or so until she gasped softly.

“Are you okay?”

“Better than okay.” She trembled in his arms.

He waited a moment for her body to stretch to accommodate him. When at last he fully embedded himself in her, she tugged on his haunches, trying to pull him even deeper. “
More
,” she pleaded

“I’m sorry,
sweetheart,
I’ve given you all I have.” He chuckled, pumping his hips gently in several short strokes before indulging himself in full-length thrusts. Undulating slowly, sliding in and out of her, he squeezed his eyes shut. Damn, she felt great. He wasn’t sure how long he could last—something that had never been an issue for him. He usually had to worry about making his partner sore.

As he rocked inside her, she wiggled beneath him and clawed at his back, exciting him even further. They moved together as one and gazed into each other’s eyes, making an intimate connection that was more than just physical—as if they were two halves of a greater whole.

Where was the consuming guilt that plagued him whenever he lost the battle to control his desire? For the first time in his life, he didn’t feel ashamed or dirty for indulging his libido that, without fail, forced him to surrender to his body’s insistent demand for release. For once, he didn’t fight the savage desire or try to control it. Never before had sex felt so perfect and right.

He wrapped her legs snug around his waist, pumping his hips faster and plunging deeper with each stroke, stunned at the incredible ecstasy and the feeling of reverence in their union.

“Oh, Hannah, sweetheart—” He groaned. “I know I could lose my job being with you this way, but it feels so right.” The sound of her whimpers and moans fanned his desire, sending him to the brink of his control. “Please, tell me you’re almost there, too.”

Her nails answered, digging into his back. Her passage convulsed around him. “Oh, yes. I’m coming right—
ohhhhh
!
Don’t stop.
Pleeeease
, again.”

“I’ll try, baby.” The extreme pressure in his groin felt like the Hoover Dam holding back the Colorado River. For the first time in his life, he found it nearly impossible to wait. Mentally counting backwards by fives to distract himself from his mounting need, he thrust into her at different angles, searching for the perfect stroke to send her over the top again.

Eventually, the phenomenal friction became too much for him. His floodgate burst, and he
was swept
away by a wave of hot pleasure coursing through him in his longest, most intense orgasm ever. He gritted his teeth and murmured, “I’m sorry.”

Seconds later, she shivered beneath him, and her body’s renewed spasms squeezed him. He collapsed on top of her, panting.

“Thank you,” she whispered, stroking his back. “That was unbelievable. I’ll never forget how patient you were and what you did for me tonight.”

Lifting his head, he pried his eyelids open and smiled down at her in awe. Hannah had
thanked
him, even after he’d come so quickly.

Sure, his bed partners always told him what a magnificent lover he was and raved about his stamina and talent for satisfying them. But regardless of whether the benefit was mutual, he’d always been the one showing his appreciation with gifts and flowers. Not one of his lovers had ever expressed her thanks for the effort he put into pleasing her. Until now.

Hannah’s unreserved gratitude touched him to his core.

“Thank
you
, sweetheart.” He rolled off her and tucked her into the crook of his shoulder. “I’m just sorry I couldn’t last longer for—”

“Longer? I thought you said the Love Machine cartoon was an exaggeration.”

“I believe I said
mostly
.”

“I fail to see where it was exaggerated. If I knew sex could be that spectacular, I would’ve dumped Kevin before he ever had a chance to cheat on me.”

“It’s not always like that.” He held her closer and brushed her forehead with his lips.

Sex had never been so good for him before. And after tomorrow, it probably never would be again. He’d never felt so much a part of a woman. She made him whole in a way Marcy never had. Hannah made him feel clean and good. For once, sex hadn’t merely been about relieving the insistent throbbing in his groin. It had been about mutual pleasure and making love.

But damn it, he was not going to let himself fall for her. He’d had enough heartache and disappointment for one lifetime.

Regardless, he couldn’t wait until his body recovered enough to take her again, and astonishingly enough, he didn’t feel even a hint of guilt. “Go to sleep.” He stroked her hair. “I have a feeling it won’t be long before I’ll be waking you.”

“Okay,” she yawned. “But I don’t know what makes you so sure I won’t wake you first. Remember,”—she sighed and snuggled into his chest—“you still owe me a spanking.”

He pressed a kiss to each of her lashes and squeezed her tighter. It was a good thing they’d agreed to keep their fling short and sweet. The feelings she stirred in him were dangerous. This night with Hannah would most likely turn out to be like a severe sprain. No amount of rubbing would sooth his aching for her.

~*~

As the limo sped toward her apartment from Trenton-Mercer Airport the next evening, Hannah snuggled against the steady rise and fall of Jordan’s chest, envying his ability to snooze. Despite only closing her eyes for a total of five hours the night before, her mind was too busy replaying every moment of their lovemaking to fall asleep now.

Jordan had been twice as tender the second time they’d made love in the middle of the night. Then at eight o’clock, she’d woken to the smell of coffee,
bacon,
and his minty breath as he kissed her.

While feeding each other breakfast in bed, he decided the syrup would taste better on her nipples and toes than on the pancakes. By the time they finished licking the sweet maple sugar from each other’s bodies, both they and the sheets were a sticky mess.