Hollywood Temptation

This man was watching her every move. It gave her more confidence. Let her be more playful. “You did say you like white lingerie, didn’t you?” She moved forward, putting her hands on the lounger and crawling slowly back toward him.

He tried to sit up, but she lifted her hand to halt him.

“I’ve always wanted to make love under the stars.” She looked up at the dark sky, studded with silver stars. “The climate in Scotland didn’t allow for that. But now I’m in LA…” She swung her legs around, putting one of her sandals in his lap. “Let’s make a start.”

His reactions were instant. The black vest was flung off in a second, followed closely by the placket shirt. He started to unwind the straps on her calf, at the same time caressing her skin with his delicate touch. “I’ve wanted to do this all night,” he growled.

She loved the feeling of power over this gorgeous man. “Well, I was always told that good things come to those who wait. Ooooh.” She took a sharp breath.

He’d moved swiftly, his tongue trailing along her calf to kiss the inner edge of her thigh. “I’m tired of waiting.” He worked his kisses up, lifting his hand to stroke her through the thin material of her thong.

And he had a magic touch. Her back was arching at every stroke, the sensations driving her mad. His bristles scratched at her delicate skin. But it didn’t hurt. It made her want to beg for more.

There was a tug, a tear, and her thong was gone. Replaced in seconds by his tongue. Her legs parted naturally, one of her hands reaching down to grasp the back of his head, pulling him closer with the rhythm of her body.

His other hand reached up and started to caress her nipple, gently tugging and squeezing it in time with the rest of his actions.

He raised his head from between her thighs and raised his hand to release the front clasp on her bra. He turned her on more than she could have imagined.

“Don’t you dare stop.” She tilted her pelvis toward him again, pulling his head back down between her thighs.

This had to be every girls’ dream. Lying under the perfect stars, the air brushing across her nipples, and his tongue flicking dangerously, applying gentle pressure to her aching clitoris.

She arched her back, momentum building inside her. “Oh, Colt, there. Just there. Don’t stop, baby. Please don’t stop.” She was pulling him even closer, not wanting to let him up for breath. The need inside her was so great, so immediate. She pulsed, responding to his every flick of the tongue. Then it hit her. Wave after delicious wave. Never-ending, unadulterated pleasure. All for her.

No man had ever made her come so quickly. No man had ever made her gasp for more. She wasn’t done with him yet.

And the feeling seemed entirely mutual, because Colt was crouching above her, hands on either side of her head.

Her heart was thumping, the aftereffects of the orgasm not yet diminished. This time she wasn’t in charge. He was.

“Are you ready for some more, Selena?”

His kisses started at the side of her neck, then quickly made their way down to her breasts. Her hardened nipple was in his mouth in an instant, her back arching to push it in even more. His magic tongue went to work, flicking and teasing, then withdrawing and letting the cool night air peak her nipple once again. Could this man bring her to orgasm again solely by licking her nipples? The momentum was already beginning to build inside her. Right now, it was entirely possible.

But it wasn’t what she wanted. Her pelvic floor was beginning to spasm. Aching to be filled. She wanted to feel him inside her.

She reached down and slid her hand inside his trousers. The hardness of his erection filled her palm. She wasn’t the only one aching to be touched. His large erection pulsed beneath her fingers and she knew where she wanted to feel him next. “I feel as if I should return the favor, but right now, if you don’t get inside me, I think I’m gonna scream.”

His dark eyes gleamed with pleasure. “Oh, I’m going to make you scream. I’m really going to make you scream, baby.”

She loosened the zipper on his pants and slid them down, sliding her palms over his firm behind. She pulled him closer, feeling his hardness edge against her. “Please, Colt, don’t make me wait. I’ve never wanted anything so much.”

He let out a groan of pleasure and reached into his pocket of the discarded pants and she heard a faint rustle. With protection in place, he poised above her, the moonlight reflecting off his gorgeous face. “Ready?”

“Oh yeah, I’m ready.”

He eased his way in, giving her a few seconds to stretch to accommodate him and then she spread her legs farther, wrapping them around his waist to bring him more deeply inside.

“Harder,” she demanded. “I want it harder.”

He moved rhythmically, pounding, giving her the friction she ached for. Her hands slid down his torso, then flinched as she felt a difference in skin tone and texture on one side of his rib cage.

Colt’s face was fixed, concentrating intensely. In the pale moonlight she could see the scar tissue. The healed skin. Now she understood. The words he’d said before all came flooding back.

You’ve no idea what lies beneath these clothes. Good tailoring hides a multitude of sins.

She muffled the cry of sympathy in her throat. What had happened to Colt? How much pain had those injuries caused? A plastic surgeon with scars. It was like some kind of horrible injustice.

But there was no sign that Colt had noticed her reaction, or her attempts to hide it. He was too busy concentrating on her. The waves were starting again. Building with a ferocity and intensity that made her lose all sense of self. She cried out. Crying his name over and over as she tightened her legs even more, pulling him deeper and reveling in every stroke.

And then a scream, at a pitch even shocking to her, as her body shuddered to a halt and he tensed above her. He must have come in perfect unison with her, but she’d been so lost in her own sensations she’d missed it. Now his damp skin was next to hers, heat emanating from his body as he sagged against her.

He lifted his head, he was still cocooned inside her, his warm breath on her cheek. She didn’t want him to move. She didn’t want him to move for a second. “So, do you think I know you a little better now?”

His heart beat against her rib cage, mirroring the beats of her own. “I think we’ve made a start.”

Her hand traced the puckered skin around his ribs. “What happened here?”

She sensed his hesitation. Felt him taking a deep breath. “I was burned—it was years ago.” He was trying to shrug it off. To give a few words of explanation and leave it at that. But even in this dark light, she could see it was so much more important than he was saying.

“How young were you exactly?”

“A teenager.” His words were short. Not inviting any further conversation.

“That must have been horrible.” Her brain was going frantically, trying to decide while they were in this delicate position whether she should press him anymore or not. But she couldn’t help herself. “What happened?”

He waited for a second. “There was a fire in a warehouse. I was helping get one of my friends out. Part of the roof collapsed and burned me as I pulled him out.”

“Wow.” There were a hundred other questions around this. A thousand other things she wanted to know. Things started to slot into place in her brain. “Is this why you got into plastics?”

He nodded slowly. “I wanted to work in burns. But it turned out I didn’t have the natural talent for it. Skin grafts weren’t my fo

rte—faces were. I had to learn to accept what my skills and competencies were.”

She traced her finger over the puckered skin. “And you’ve never wanted to have a graft yourself?”

He bristled. “You think I should?”

She shifted beneath him, placing her hands on his buttocks to stop him from leaving her. “No. I don’t think you should. That’s what you meant the other day when you said I’d no idea what lay beneath your clothes. Wasn’t it?”

He gave a brief nod.

“You gave me a lecture, Colt. About accepting my own size, my own body.” She gently pushed him away from her, seeing the grimace on his face as he exited her body. She changed her position from lying on the lounger to kneeling on the ground between his legs. She pressed her lips next to his damaged skin, placing gentle kisses on it. “Well, right back at you, Mr. Travers. Because from where I’m sitting, you look pretty perfect to me.”

Her fingers traced little swirls across his skin. She smiled at him, loving the way the cool wind caressed her skin and the way it responded. There was something so decadent about being naked outside, and even though there was no one around, there was still the possibility of discovery and it was sending more illicit thrills through her. She’d never been this free and easy before and it only felt right because she was with Colt. She didn’t care that he might still be her boss. It didn’t matter that she’d only known him a few weeks. She knew exactly what she wanted to do next. She wanted to love him the way he’d loved her.

She started kissing lower, her hands stroking him, relieving him of the condom before she glanced up at him again. Her words were low. “I want to get to know you better. But the most important thing I need to know right now is your recovery time.”

“Recovery time?” The tone in his voice let her know he knew what she was thinking. She took him in her hand as he hardened once again.

“I don’t think I need any recovery time. I think a naked beautiful woman between my legs is all the recovery I need.”

“Perfect answer,” she said as she took him deep in her mouth.