For the Love of Sin(37)
A couple of nights later, they lay in bed. Troy had spent an excruciating amount of time kissing her and undressing her. She tried to pull him closer, but he evaded her.
She sighed in frustration and pleasure. “You are an incredible tease,” she said.
“Nah, I just don’t like to rush. Too many nice places to stop on the way.” He lowered his mouth to her breast and swirled his tongue around and around her nipple.
Budding under his lavish attention, Senada couldn’t decide whether to close her eyes or look away. As if he had all the time in the world, he switched his mouth to her other breast and suckled gently. She threaded her fingers through his hair. “Oh, Troy.”
He gently twisted one beaded tip as he continued to mouth the other. “You’ve got such responsive breasts, Sin. I could do this for hours.”
Achy arousal stirred inside her. “You do it for hours, and I’ll die,” she muttered.
He chuckled. “Relax. I’ll take care of you.”
“You’re full of it, Pendleton. You don’t want me relaxed. You want me totally crazy. And you do your best to get me there.”
“If you weren’t so sexy, this wouldn’t be half as fun.”
“Flattery will get you—” She broke off when he gently bit her, sending her nerve endings into a frenzy.
“I have a question for you,” he said, continuing his caresses.
“Ask,” she said. Then please be quiet and make love to me.
His hand drifted down between her thighs. “Have you thought about getting together with your father again?”
She swallowed, and his fingers slid into the wet secrets of her femininity. “No.”
He pulled his hand back slightly. “No?”
She stifled a groan. “No about my father.”
“Oh.” He touched her intimately again. “Why not?”
“I don’t know.” Of its own accord, her body arched toward his. She licked her lips. “It was such a disaster.”
“Wasn’t really well-planned,” he said, kissing her lips. “Neutral territory might help too.”
“Maybe,” she murmured, feeling her mind and body separate. She wasn’t paying as much attention to what he was saying as she was to his voice and his hands.
“Would you meet with him again?”
“I don’t know. I—” He slipped one of his fingers inside her, and her arousal jumped up the scale.
“So you’re not totally against the idea,” he continued in a smooth, sensual voice.
“I—uh—” She tugged his head closer and tried to show him the depth of her desire with a long, wicked French kiss.
His quick, short breaths matched hers. He shook his head. “Right?”
Senada knew the time was right for them to make love, felt it. “Right,” she agreed.
“Good,” he said, and took her mouth again. Minutes later, she called out his name as he took her body, and she took his.
“This is very nice,” Senada said to Troy as the maître d’ seated them at a table with a crisp white tablecloth, sterling silver and crystal.
He tugged at his collar, drawing her attention to his tie. The last time she’d seen him wear a real tie was at Lisa and Brick’s wedding. “I’m glad you like it. Would you like some wine?” He hesitated. “Can you have wine?”
“A little every now and then. Yes, I believe I’d like some wine tonight.” She took a deep breath and caught the scents of fresh-cut flowers and lighted candle on the tabletop along with Continental cuisine.
She glanced at Troy and found his slight uneasiness endearing. “When you said you wanted to take me out for dinner, I didn’t expect this.”
He gave a wry grin. “The taco grill?”
“Well, perhaps,” she admitted, matching his grin with one of her own. “Or the new barbecue place.”
“You like it,” he said, more clarification than question.
“Yes. You surprised me.”
His grin faded. “More to come,” he muttered, and the waiter arrived at the table for their beverage order.
More to come. Senada felt a dart of apprehension. She wondered what he meant by that little comment. Why would Troy bring her to an exquisite restaurant thirty miles from town? What was with the suit and tie and slightly nervous manner?
More to come.
If she were a different woman, she might read something into this situation.
The waiter served the wine. Troy lifted his glass and cleared his throat. “I guess now’s a good time to tell you why I brought you here.”
Chapter Ten
A lump formed in Senada’s throat. He wasn’t really going to ask her to ma— She couldn’t even think it. “I know the reason. You brought me because the food is supposed to be wonderful.”