Playing With Pleasure (12 page)

Her shameless body begged for the latter, and she reasoned that it wasn’t as though he were asking to tie her up or strip off her clothes and bare everything she’d kept hidden at the club. This was fun and flirty. And
safe.
Just how she liked it.

Before she changed her mind, she folded her hands in her lap and closed her eyes. She heard him open the box, then he was standing in front of her again, her knees pressing into his hard, tight abdomen.

“Open your mouth,” he said seductively.

What should have been an innocent request took on a very naughty connotation in Paige’s mind as she visualized parting her lips for something more salty than sweet. Something hot and hard and entirely, aggressively male. Shoving those naughty thoughts out of her head, she obeyed his order. As soon as the treat touched her tongue, she bit into the dessert and chewed. The delicious taste of buttery pastry, almond cream, and raspberry preserves filled her mouth.

“That was amazing.” She released a delighted sigh as she licked a smear of jam from the corner of her lips.

“Mmm, I agree,” he said, leading her to believe he’d eaten the other half. “And we still have four more to go. Ready for the next one?”

She nodded and opened her mouth like a baby bird waiting to be fed. The next treat was a tangy lemon bar, and as she took a bite, she felt a few crumbs and the powdered sugar that they dusted on top of the pastry fall onto her chin and her chest. Eyes still closed, she automatically tried to catch the scraps but missed them all.

He chuckled, the deep, male sound making her pulse kick up a notch. “See? I told you. It’s already getting messy.” He gently pushed her hand back down to her side. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean up everything later. Here’s your next taste.”

Another bite filled her mouth with rich, caramel pecan cheesecake, and this time he deliberately slid his sticky fingers along her jaw, leaving a trail of the filling down the side of her neck.

She was startled by the unexpected sensual act, and her breath caught in her throat.

“Ooops,” he murmured unapologetically. “These desserts are messier than I remember. Try this one,” he said, touching another treat to her lips before she could call him on his fib.

He popped a tiny banana cream pie into her mouth and swiped the custard across her bottom lip with his thumb, adding another layer of gooey sweetness to the rest he’d already painted on her skin.

She finally blinked her eyes open, unable to stop the carefree laughter from bubbling out of her—which felt so good after how serious things had been between them all evening. “Stop getting me all sticky.”

He sucked the creamy remnants of the pie from his fingers, his gaze darkening as he stared at her mouth. “I like you sticky. The stickier, the better.” He dipped his hand into the white box. “I saved the best dessert for last. Your favorite.”

She nearly moaned in anticipation as he pulled out a plump, red strawberry dipped in dark chocolate. But this wasn’t just your ordinary berry—no, these were injected with amaretto for extra decadence. With his prompting, she sank her teeth into the ripe, succulent fruit and sweet chocolate, and there was no way to stop the excess juices from dribbling down her chin and splashing onto her chest—especially when she knew Sawyer had purposely given the alcohol-infused strawberry an extra squeeze.

She gasped and instinctively raised her hands to her chin to catch the drops of juice, but he was quicker. He dropped the other half of the fruit back into the box, caught her wrists, and pulled her hands away. His eyes traveled down to the scoop neckline of her dress and the beads of red liquid slowly rolling toward the upper swells of her breasts.

“Look at you. Such a dirty, messy girl,” he murmured huskily as his thumbs stroked along the wildly racing pulse in her wrists. “I need to clean you up.”

He lowered his head, licked across her chest, and dipped his soft, wet tongue into her cleavage to lap away the strawberry essence that had trickled between her breasts. Desire shot straight to her core, making her ache to feel that talented tongue of his slip and slide elsewhere. Without her permission, a whimper fell from her lips.

“So goddamn sweet,” he rasped as his mouth moved back over her heaving chest and up to her throat. “I want more.”

Oh God, so did she. So much more
. She could feel herself falling headlong into temptation, her body’s desires overwhelming any common sense she might have used to resist him, which was quickly dwindling.

He released both of her wrists and slid a hand into her hair and around to the back of her head. His fingers tightened in the long strands, eliciting a sting of pain along her scalp as he used his hold to pull her head back, giving him complete access to her throat. His hot lips touched down again, and she moaned softly as his mouth skimmed along her jawline, and he leisurely licked away the cheesecake he’d smeared there earlier.

He sucked her skin, scraped his teeth against her throat, and bit into a taut tendon throbbing at the base of her neck before soothing the pinch of pain with his tongue. Her nipples peaked against her bra as if he’d nibbled on them instead. Her back arched brazenly in an attempt to get closer to him, and her fingers gripped the edge of the counter, her breathing so erratic it was making her dizzy.

He continued the stimulating assault on her senses, until she was boneless and trembling. And when he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth to clean up the banana custard with his tongue, she felt that tug all the way down to her pussy. She squeezed her legs together, dying for more pressure, more friction to ease the building need gathering between.

He groaned like a dying man as he rubbed his stubbled cheek against her softer skin, his heated breath tickling her ear. “Paige…I want to taste you deep inside.” His hands clutched forcefully in her hair, his harsh voice both desperate and determined. “I’ve already had my mouth between your legs and my tongue in your pussy. Let me kiss your
mouth
.”

The staggering arousal in her belly coiled tighter, and his dirty, straightforward demand obliterated the rule she’d set in place back at The Players Club. Right here, right now, she wanted his kiss just as much. Especially if it came with that dangerous edge of dominance she knew he was keeping a tight rein on. That was the man she wanted the most. The one who gave pleasure and took it in equal measures. The one who made her body come alive in ways it never had before.

She knew kissing Sawyer now would be different than any other they’d shared before, and she wanted it,
craved it
. “Yes.” She stared into his hungry, hooded eyes and
begged
for it. “Please kiss my mouth.”

A
deep, dark
growl rumbled up from Sawyer’s chest as he framed her face in his hands, holding her captive as he crushed his lips against hers and shoved them apart for the ravenous sweep of his tongue. He kissed her deeply, aggressively, his mouth devouring and consuming hers, again and again. He kissed her as if she’d given him permission to satisfy all those forbidden urges he’d kept hidden from her a year and a half ago. It was a hot, possessive, highly addicting kiss that set fire to her skin and had her grabbing his T-shirt in her fists to pull him closer.

Then even that wasn’t enough, and she was sliding her hands beneath his shirt and pushing the material up to his chest, wanting it gone so she could touch his hard body.

He tore his mouth from hers, breathing hard as he allowed her to pull the shirt over his head and toss it to the floor. Once it was off, she expected him to resume kissing her, but instead, he shoved the hem of her dress high enough to reveal her damp panties.

His eyes glittered with lust and male satisfaction. “Spread your legs,” he ordered in a gravelly voice.

She didn’t even hesitate to widen her knees as he slid his hands around to her back and cupped her ass in his palms. With a rough yank, he pulled her to the edge of the counter, until her thighs bracketed his waist and his muscular stomach pushed against the drenched panel of her underwear. The slight contact of his abdomen to her sex was like a tantalizing tease, doing nothing for the fierce throb between her legs, even when she rolled her hips against him seeking a harder, firmer, more direct friction to her clit.

She whimpered in frustration as she wrapped her arms around his neck and tried gyrating against him one more time, only to be disappointed again. “Sawyer, I need—”

“I
know
what you fucking need,” he said, sounding equally tormented by her wet heat rubbing against his bare skin. “Put your legs tight around my waist, and I’ll give it to you.”

She did as he asked, locking her ankles together at the base of his spine. She expected him to align her against his rigid shaft for the pressure she sought, but instead, he gripped her backside tighter in his arms and lifted her off the counter, then carried her just like that into the living room. She was too aroused to care, and when they reached his wide couch, he tipped her back onto the cushions and settled his body alongside hers, with his thigh nudged between her legs, which also kept her pinned in place beside him.

It wasn’t the position she’d been hoping for, where he was firmly seated between her thighs and his stiff erection nestled against her sex. She lifted a brow and gave him a sassy grin. “Maybe you don’t know what I need, after all.”

He chuckled, not at all provoked by the challenge in her voice. “Let me enjoy and savor this moment. I’ll make sure you get that orgasm before we’re through.”

He kissed her again, this time a slow, tantalizing make-out session. The lazy, sensuous strokes of his tongue made her wetter, hotter, but at least her hands were free, and she was able to run them along his muscled back and over his amazingly toned chest to the swirl of hair around his navel. She wanted to follow that trail lower and wrap her fingers around his thick, straining cock and feel him pulse in her hand.

He was so virile and male, so hot, and everything about him was a work of art. She slid her fingers through his short, soft hair and skimmed her palms along his cheeks, his jaw, relearning every angle of his gorgeous face. Her body gradually softened, relaxed, even as desire swirled and increased in her belly. She made a low, restless sound in the back of her throat that told him she was ready for more, but Sawyer never changed his leisurely, drugging pace.

He kissed her until her lips felt swollen. Until she felt his hunger for her in the way he worshipped her mouth with his own. Until she was arching her back in an attempt to rub her full breasts against his chest, even though she was still fully clothed.

It was all too much, and not nearly enough.

In his own sweet time, he lifted his head and stared down at her, and even in the dim lighting in the living room, she could see the unmistakable need for her burning in his gaze. But while she lacked patience and wanted him
now
, she was quickly learning that he was a master at control and wouldn’t be rushed. Now that he’d introduced her to the dominant man he was in private, she knew he’d do things his way—when he wanted and how he wanted.

The thought of being at his mercy sent an undeniable surge of heady excitement through her.

He raised his hand and began unfastening the buttons down the front of her dress, his expression direct and unyielding. “If you get to see and touch my naked chest, then I get to do the same.”

She had no will to refuse him, and with each button he released, her breathing deepened and her breasts grew tight with anticipation. Once the sides were open, he reached up with both hands and pulled the top of her dress, along with her bra straps, down her arms to her elbows, until her voluptuous breasts were freed from the lacy cups of her bra.

“Fuck me,” he breathed in genuine awe as he propped himself up beside her with his arm. “You have such great tits. I’ve fantasized about fucking them and feeling your soft breasts cushioning my cock. Thinking about it gets me off every damn time.”

A hot flush traveled from her chest to her face. His confession was like a dirty, sexy, thrilling secret, and the erotic image of his thick shaft pumping between her breasts turned her on, too.

His jaw clenched, as if it took effort not to touch her bared flesh. “Push your breasts together and lift them up for me, so I can give them the attention they deserve.”

Her arms, still trapped by her dress and bra strap, had just enough room to cup the heavy mounds of flesh and present them like an offering. He licked his lips, and she waited, much too eagerly, for him to take them into his mouth.

But he wasn’t done pushing her past limits she’d never crossed before. “Now, pinch your nipples and make them hard and tight so I can suck on them.”

Another order he expected her to obey, and she did. As he watched, she rolled the sensitive peaks between her fingers and plucked them softly.

“
Harder
, sweetheart,” he demanded roughly, clearly not satisfied with her paltry efforts. He tangled his free hand in her hair and used it to pull her head back so she was staring up at him and couldn’t glance away from the uncompromising look on his face. “Make them
sting
. Make them beg for my mouth. Do it, or I will bite them so fucking hard and show you exactly how good it can hurt.”