Geomancist (Seven Forbidden Arts 5) - Page 51

“What are we doing?” she asked, both turned on and scared, both wanting this and knowing better.

“Shh,” he coaxed, his muscles rippling under her hands. “I’m just returning last night’s favor.”

“This is more than a massage.”

He flashed her his signature boyish grin. “To be fair, you did turn me on.”

Her heart thumped in her chest. “Not on purpose.”

“Maybe not, but then again, you turned me on right from the start.”

She looked at him with surprise. “I thought you hated me.”

“I hated the idea of losing the bar. I could never hate you.”

Even so. “This isn’t a good idea. No good can come from this.”

“I disagree.” He cupped her cheek and rotated his hips. “I bet I can make you feel very good.”

Juan’s reaction when Eric had touched her filtered into her memory. What was she thinking? She couldn’t put Sean in that kind of danger just so that she could forget about reality for a few blissful minutes.

“I’m not going to sleep with you, Sean.”

“You don’t have to, lass.” He sat up, bringing their bodies together. “Just lie back for me.”

“Why?”

“I won’t make love to you if it’s not what you want.” He nudged her shoulder. “Just do this for me.”

She leaned back, catching her weight on her arms, not giving in to his request but not disobeying either. Laying with her legs apart and draped over his thighs was too exposing. Too vulnerable. When she tried to clamp her knees together, his hands fastened on her thighs.

“Don’t move. I’ll pretend these pretty thighs are spread for me.”

She didn’t know what to say to that.

He dipped his hands under the hem of her T-shirt and flattened them over her ribs. A shiver contracted her skin.

“You like this,” he said, studying her face. “Let’s see what else my kitten likes.”

He didn’t take his time to do a slow exploration, not that they had much time. He went straight for his prize, her breasts, cupping the curves before testing their weight in his palms. At the contact, her nipples instantly hardened. An aching need built between her legs.

He brushed his thumbs over the hard tips of her breasts. “You like this, too.”

Biting her lip, she contained a moan.

He pulled one hand from under her T-shirt, wrapped his fingers around her neck, and pushed her down until her back hit the mattress. “Relax for me, lass. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want.”

It was difficult to relax when her whole body was thrumming, begging for release. She jerked when he pressed a thumb on her clit through the fabric of her cotton shorts. The touch came as a complete surprise. She wasn’t prepared for the intensity.

He rotated the pad of his finger, drawing slow circles that drove her need higher. “My kitten likes this even more.”

It had been too long since she’d used her vibrator, never mind been with a man. She was too close. If he carried on, she was going to come embarrassingly quickly, telling him exactly how needy she was.

She cupped his hand to move it away. “Sean.”

He pushed the heel of his palm on her clit. “Show me how to please you.”

The pleasure arched her back. Instead of pushing him away, she closed her eyes and guided his movements. “Harder.”

He obliged, and then he stopped. Confused, she opened her eyes, and immediately regretted it. He was studying the center of her legs intently, his face drawn with concentration and his eyes dark with heat as he outlined the shape of her sex through the layers of her clothes. A flush warmed her cheeks. A man she hardly knew was getting intimately acquainted with her body. Light like a feather, he traced her slit with his thumb. He wasn’t penetrating her, but the simple possibility burned her up inside. He took his time exploring her folds, looking at her as if he wanted to commit the picture to memory.

When the gentle teasing got too much, he flattened four fingers and rubbed her clit. Her breathing turned erratic. His touch was simultaneously tender and wicked. He knew exactly what it was doing to her, and she loved his self-assurance.

He got onto his knees without breaking the contact and lowered himself over her, trapping his hand between their bodies. Pressing his lips against her ear, he said in a low voice, “I want to hear you purr, kitten.”

When he lifted his ass to create space between them and gripped the elastic of her shorts, she gasped. Before she could utter a word, he yanked her shorts over her hips and down her thighs, bringing her underwear with it. She was naked from the waist down with her legs trapped in her clothes. This was a dangerous game. The weight of the collar around her neck—the mention of which they’d consciously ignored up to now—reminded her of what they stood to lose. They were gambling with their lives.

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