A Touch of Temptation(42)
She didn’t care.
She leaned against the wall, tugged her robe open and pushed it back over her shoulders.
Her PJs were nothing to write a Victoria’s Secret catalog about, but at least the spaghetti strap top and the shorts were satin, in a cute shade of peach with little bows. They were not dull or boring, as Diego had said.
Her shorts exposed her legs which, thanks to Carla, she had gotten waxed for the party. Her toenails, painted the same sexy pink as the vibrator, gleamed against the cream leather couch.
The grooved velvet handle offered a sturdy grip as she held the vibrating head of it against her smooth calf. It tickled her skin and a giggle escaped her.
Laughing, she dragged the vibrating head upward from her calf. The thump-thump of her heart as she heard movement in the main cabin gobbled up the calming whir of the device.
She stalled as she reached her knee and pulled it back down. Up and down she moved it, covering a little more ground on the way up every time.
A tingle started sweeping up the base of her neck, across her face, spreading all over her skin. A shocking wetness dampened her panties. Even her palm felt slippery on the handle.
Her mouth dried up.
Because her clammy palm had nothing to do with what the device in her hand was doing to her body and everything to do with the thundering presence of the man looming at the entrance to the cabin, looking down at her from behind.
She could feel his gaze on her, daring her to raise her head and meet his gaze.
She could feel his hardened breathing in the way oxygen was swiftly depleted around her.
She could feel his arousal in the way her body reacted to his presence, in the way it was feeding off the desire he was emanating, even if she couldn’t hear it or see it.
Her heart hammered. Her legs shook. Every muscle in her body trembled with an almost feverish chill. It was a good thing she had sat on the couch or she would have melted into a puddle of longing at his feet.
Bending her head, she moved the vibrating tip up past her knee this time. Her already sensitized skin vibrated with a thrumming awareness.
She reached the halfway point up her thigh.
He didn’t interrupt her.
She let her boneless right leg collapse to the side, opening up her inner thigh to her hand. Her breathing quickened, the scent of arousal filling the scant air in the cabin.
He didn’t make a sound.
The vibrating head reached the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Heat crept along every inch of her skin as she moved the head a little more. Heat pooled at her sex.
He didn’t move in his stance.
Her boldness had a shelf life of a few minutes at best, and it was fast running out. Sitting there, open in front of him, even with her shorts covering her aching flesh, she felt the most erotic thrill begin in her lower belly.
Over the past few seconds this had morphed into a battle of wills. He was calling her bluff, daring her to continue. And she was damned if she’d give in. She wanted his hands on her body, his fingers on her aching flesh, and she would settle for nothing less.
Refusing to look up, she moved her wrist another inch, up under the hem of her shorts. It was nowhere near where she wanted it.
She threw her head back, closed her eyes and imagined it to be his long fingers crawling up her thigh, propelling her toward ecstasy. A moan began inching its way up all the way from her lower back and she let it out.
The sound was erotic, thrilling to her own ears.
Rough hands seized the vibrator from her boneless fingers. Her eyes fell open, her body whimpering with unfulfilled desire.
His golden gaze glittering dark with fire, he loomed over her, color bleeding into his cheeks.
The desire uncoiling in his gaze was enough to scare her back into her shell—where it was safe, where she didn’t risk anything.
No.
A muscle jumped in his jaw as he flipped off the vibrator and threw it across the cabin. It landed with a thud.
She pulled herself to a kneeling position. The robe slid from her arms. “You better have a good reason for throwing that away.”
Tension smoldered around them, tightening every muscle in her into a quivering mass of anticipation.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His accent was thickened, his words rolling over each other.
She ran a hand over her throat. His gaze followed the movement hungrily. “With the blast from the past episode we’ve just had, I figured it would be forever before you wanted to touch me again, so I was taking matters—”
He pulled her flush against him, until her breasts were crushed against the solid musculature of his chest. It was heaven. It was hell. It was everything she wanted with crystal-clear clarity.
“Do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes.” She dragged his hand to her chest, her heart racing. Her breasts cried out for his touch. “Here.” She dragged it down to her stomach. “And here.” She pulled it farther down to the juncture of her thighs. “Everywhere. Nothing but your touch will erase this pain—”