Treat Me (One Night with Sole Regret 8)

He was close enough to touch her now and to feel the heat of her body through his clothes. But he kept his hands at his sides, knowing that as soon as their skin made contact, he’d be unable to control himself. Unfortunately, his condoms were all in his bedroom, so fucking her against the foyer wall was out of the question.

“You have trust issues? Since when?”

“I don’t trust anyone to treat Leah the way she deserves to be treated.”

Jacob smiled and forced himself not to drag her against him. He doubted he’d be able to keep his desire in check much longer. “You mean you’re overprotective of your friend.”

“I guess so. Especially after I’ve had a few drinks.”

“You didn’t drink and drive, did you?” He thought she had more sense than that.

“No, I stopped drinking early. Been sober for hours. Those two would not shut up.”

Jacob took a step closer. Her breasts brushed against his chest, and he tilted his face toward hers, inhaling her familiar yet unsettling scent—a hint of spice, a touch of sweet, and something exotic that tugged at his balls.

“Well?” she whispered, her breath tickling his throat.

“Well what?”

“Are you going to kiss me or do I have to take the initiative here?”

“You messed up my plan,” he said.

“Mmm.” That little sound did things to his tenacious grip on control. “Maybe we can make an adjustment to that plan,” she said.

“Or maybe you can strip off your clothes, climb into my bed, and pretend to have been waiting for me all along.”

“Mmm,” she murmured again. “But if I’d done that, I wouldn’t have been able to think of anything but how much I wanted you to join me, how it feels to have your strong, hot body against mine, your cock filling me. You probably would have discovered me with my fingers in my pussy, imagining they were yours.”

That was exactly how he’d hoped to find her.

“Amanda.” He lifted his hands, holding them a hair’s breadth from the skin of her arms. He fought the urge to grab her, throw her over his shoulder, and claim her as his. She shivered.

“I am a little tired,” she said with a—hopefully—feigned yawn. “Maybe I should just go on to bed without you.”

“Amanda.” He couldn’t seem to come up with anything more profound to say.

“I guess I won’t need this,” she said. Her shirt brushed his face as she lifted her arms and stripped it off. “Would you mind holding it for me?” She handed him her shirt, and he bunched it into a ball against his chest.

He wished there was more light so he could see her standing there in her bra, but the limited illumination was at her back, and he could only make out her silhouette.

“Won’t need these either.”

She unfastened her waistband, wiggled her hips, and then bent to collect her discarded shorts. He soon had them bundled up with her shirt against his chest.

“Or this.”

She released her bra and draped it over his shoulder. He should have turned on the light, he thought thickly.

“It’s chilly in here,” she said. “My nipples are hard.” She leaned close and whispered in his ear. “Or maybe it’s because I crave your mouth on them.”

Her bare breast brushed his arm, and he groaned. Damn, he wanted her. And he could take her; he knew she’d let him. But he was so enjoying her tease. He could only imagine what she’d do next, and he didn’t want to interrupt her little game.

“Do you think I should take my panties off as well?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to leave them on? Sometimes when I think of you, I slide my hand inside them and touch myself. I did it this afternoon on my back patio.”

“What?” It was more an aroused sigh than a word.

“Remember when I texted you that I couldn’t stop thinking about you?”

He nodded and licked his lips.

“I wasn’t just making conversation, Jacob. After you signed off, I took matters into my own hand right there in my longue chair.”

He sucked in an excited breath.

“I was soaking in the warm rays of the sun, thinking about how you fucked me against that window in your hotel in San Antonio. I could almost feel the cool glass against my back, and I kept thinking about that excited-nervous feeling pulsing through me as you took me. I was so worried about us being seen.”

Unable to resist, he nibbled on her jaw. “But you liked it, didn’t you? The thrill of wondering if you’d be caught?”

Her huffed breath brushed over his cheek. “Yes. I think that’s why I slid my hand down my shorts right then and there. I don’t think anyone can see me in my backyard, but I don’t know that for sure. I barely had to rub my clit at all. I was already so turned on thinking about you that I came almost immediately.”

“Wish I would have been there to catch you touching yourself.”

“I could show you what you missed, slide my hand into my panties. I’d know what I was doing, and you could imagine what I was doing, but you wouldn’t be able to see my fingertips rubbing over my clit, dipping into my slick pussy.”

Dear lord, the woman was driving him insane with words. Had she really masturbated in her backyard while thinking about him? He’d always been very visual when it came to sex, so why was her dirty talk making him so fucking hard for her?

“So do you think I should leave my panties on while you watch me touch myself?” she asked in his ear. “Sometimes imagination is sexier than reality.”

“Amanda.”

She slipped around him and walked slowly through the foyer toward the hall that led to his bedroom. He could make out her shape, but no details of her body as he trailed after her in the darkness, a slave to her whimsy.

When they reached his bedroom, he reached for the light switch, but she covered his hand to stop him from turning it on.

“Leave it off.”

“How will I see?”

She covered his lip with one finger. “I’ll let you see in a little while. Right now I want you to listen.”

“Amanda,” he said against her fingertip.

“No bright lights, no cameras, no video monitors this time, Jacob.” She kissed him briefly and stepped away. “Intimacy. That’s what I want from you tonight.”

Intimacy? Whenever he had sex in his bedroom, it was basically a stage performance. He couldn’t imagine why she wouldn’t want the whole setup. She’d enjoyed the live camera feed well enough the first time she’d experienced his routine.

“Amanda?”

“Shh, I’ll do the talking. You listen. And later, I’ll let you feel.”

He liked the sound of that feel part. She took her clothes from his arms and dropped them on the floor. He didn’t resist when she pulled his shirt off or when she unfastened his jeans. As she lowered them to the floor, her warm breath against his belly made his body jerk. What was she going to do while leaning over him like that? But she didn’t touch him, didn’t drop to her knees and suck his cock into her throat as he anticipated. Didn’t lick its head or cradle his nuts in her palm. Hell, besides the teasing sensation of her breath on his skin, he couldn’t feel her at all.

“It’s a good thing it’s dark in here,” she said. “I know I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off your hard chest or my mouth off your gorgeous cock if I could see you clearly.”

“Then we’d better turn on the light.”

“Mmm. Maybe just a taste,” she whispered before her hot mouth closed over the head of his cock.

Her lingering sucking kiss on his sensitive flesh made his belly tighten. His balls ached with heaviness. He moaned and reached for her, but she drew away.

“Sorry,” she said, her voice low and throaty. “I couldn’t help myself. I’ll behave.”