Chasing Temptation (Chasing Love 2)
“This is part of the game, darlin’. If you don’t want to play, you know the word to say.”
She took a deep breath to regain her focus. She had to keep her eye on the prize. Sebastian’s approval.
She nodded and reached with both hands now to caress her breasts. Still unsure, she kept her touch soft.
“Remember, I told you to think of me.” He lifted his chin at her ministrations. “Do you think that’s how I’d touch you?”
“No,” she whispered. He would be intense. He’d consume her. Just thinking of his big strong hands—how he’d grip her, how he’d take her—made her own touch roughen.
Would he bite? The idea shot a jolt of pleasure through her. She pinched her nipples, imagining it was his teeth—
“Now spread your legs wide.”
She paused to process his request, but he didn’t allow her to overthink it.
“Your legs. Spread. Them.”
She did. And eyes close, she waited for his instruction. Part of her wanted to look at him. The other part was happy her eyes were closed. It allowed her to be more bold. Focus on his voice. His presence.
The anticipation built, but he stayed quiet. Was he looking at her? Was he bored already? The time that passed could have been seconds or minutes, but it felt like forever.
She wanted him so much, her body begging for the orgasm he’d denied her earlier, and now her nerves and lack of experience swirled, her insecurity rising, and just when she was about to open her eyes and make sure he was still in the car, he broke the silence.
“Reach between those pretty thighs and rub your clit.”
Relief raced through her. She lifted one hand, wondering if she could really do this but eager to prove she could—
“Slowly,” he said. “Sometimes waiting is the hardest part. But you’re in my world now.”
That’s when it hit her. All the things he’d spoken of earlier, what he could do to her body, the one thing he hadn’t promised was the one thing she feared the most: distance.
He could keep her on edge. Not touch her. Not speak to her. And that was where the torture came in. He was gauging how much she really could let go and trust him.
“I told you to do something. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
She swallowed hard and did as told. The edge in his voice made her want to drink down every rough syllable. How could his voice—his commands—alone make her feel this aching need?
Pushing her panties aside, she used the moisture Bass had coaxed from her earlier to slide her fingers along the sensitive bundle of nerves. She’d never touched herself in front of someone before. But he was different. This was what she wanted to learn, and he was providing.
She’d only rubbed three slow circles and already was on the brink of coming.
“Good girl,” he rasped. His approval sent shivers up her body. If only it was his hands on her. “Now sink your fingers inside. Just like I did earlier.”
“Yes,” she said and instantly obeyed. Her skin was hot, her lungs stretching from lack of air. She was close…but the tremors slowly fizzled as she slid her fingers inside and realized it wasn’t the same as what Sebastian made her feel.
“Don’t you want to come, darlin’?” he asked.
“Yes, but I…” She shifted her hips, still keeping her eyes closed she frowned. “I can’t reach.”
She was at the edge of bliss, but she couldn’t get there. Not without him.
She let out a frustrated huff. “It’s not the same without you.” Her words came out soft and almost pained. “I need you…”
The car went from a smooth glide to bumpy in seconds. She opened her eyes to find he’d pulled onto a desolate gravel road off the highway and parked. She couldn’t say a word before he got out of the car, stalked around the front, and threw her door open.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked.
Bass unclasped her seatbelt, grabbed her ankle, and spun her so that her legs dangled outside the car. With the gravel crunching beneath his boots, he stepped between her thighs.