Seducing the Old Flame (5 page)

She moaned.
 
A shuddering
whimper that heightened his desire to make her beg.

That’s what he wanted.

Tabby begging for sexual release.
 
From him.

He swept his hands down her sides.
 
Up again until he brushed the plump curves of
her breasts and decided he needed a full touch.

Rising to his elbows, he watched her for a moment before
resuming his quest.

“Does this mean yes?” she asked.
 
Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths.

From desire or from the need for him to agree?
 
He’d like to believe both.

“On one condition,” he surprised himself by saying.
 
It wasn’t as if he could hide his enormous erection.
 
Then again, she’d known he wanted her from
the moment he opened his apartment door.

“Oh?”
 
Her warm fingers
partially curled around his upper arms and rubbed up and down in a suggestive
motion.

“For one weekend you have to be mine.
 
Totally.
 
Completely.
 
And without
question.”

“What?”
 
Her fingers
stopped their stroking and she eyed him with suspicion.

“I’m serious.
 
You have to
do as I say.”

The more he said the more he liked the idea forming in his
head.
 
She’d always taken control of
their sexual relationship, refusing to let him have the upper hand.
 
Because he’d loved her, he’d given in,
thinking she’d eventually trust him enough to let go, to let him fully take the
lead.
 
She never had and any illusions
he’d harbored of love were long gone.

This time they'd play by a different set of rules.
 
His rules.

Her eyes widened.
 
“As in,
be your sex slave?”

He hadn’t quite thought it out that far, but, yeah, sex slave
worked for him.

“Right down to calling me ‘Master’.”

Excitement dampened Tabitha’s panties even as a shimmer of fear
constricted her throat.

She’d never let a man dominate her.
 
Not even Jason.

Oh, she’d let men believe they had control, but in truth they
never had.
 
Jason had been the only one
to ever question her.
 
None of the others
seemed to even notice.
 
Or hadn’t cared
enough to ask if they had.

Jason resented that she wouldn’t completely let go with
him.
 
He’d never said as much but she’d known.
 
His eyes gave him away.

He wanted to dominate her and that knowledge led her to do
things that had ended their relationship.
 
She hadn’t believed her ears when she implied he could tie her up.

Could she handle relinquishing control to Jason?

She’d have to.

Jason would know if she held back.

He’d always been able to look deeper than what she let the world
see.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”
 
His eyes narrowed.

Had she shocked him?
 
Surely,
he’d known she’d agree?

But then he didn’t know that her sister’s shrink boyfriend told
her that all future happiness depended on her spending a weekend in Jason’s bed.

“Yes.”
 
Now came the hard
part.
 
“But I have a condition of my
own.”

“Figures.”
 
He laughed,
reminding her how much she’d missed the sound.
 
How much she’d missed him.
 
“What
is it?
 
I have to wear handcuffs and
shackles all weekend while you call me master?”

“No, but I love how you think.
 
The idea of you at my mercy does appeal.”
 
Her hands tightened their grip on his
arms.
 
“This is going to sound like an odd
request, but I’m asking anyway.
 
Believe
it or not, I’ve never been with a man without a condom.
 
Not a single time.
 
My ultimate fantasy is to be flesh-to-flesh with
you.”

His whole body stiffened.
 
“What?”

“No barriers between us, Jason.”
 
She caressed his arms.
 
“That’s my
only condition.”

“What if you get pregnant?”
 
His tone suggested the possibility would be akin to Armageddon.

Which stung.
 
One of their
biggest arguments had been on her lack of wanting to be tied down.
 
Ever.
 
A husband and kids tied down a person.
 
Now, she wasn’t sure she felt so strongly.
 
Funny how time changed one’s life outlook and
dreams.

“We’ll stop before that is a possibility, but I want to feel
you, really feel you.”
 
Why she’d added
the condition of her own, she wasn’t quite sure, perhaps so it felt more like a
compromise than an unconditional surrender, but she liked it.
 
She had always wondered what it would be
like.
 
It was only appropriate that Jason
be the first since sex with him would liberate her future.

“I’ve never had unprotected sex.
 
Not ever.
 
I just had a normal pap
and STD screening two months ago.”
 
She
hadn’t had a lover since a long time prior to then, but she wasn’t telling Jason
that.
 
“I’m clean, if that’s what
concerns you.”

“You have no idea about my sex life over the past two
years.
 
How do you know I’m clean?”

She smiled.
 
Yeah right.

“I know you, Jason.
 
You’ve never been with a woman without a condom.
 
I’m willing to stake my life on it.
 
People don’t change that much.”
 
She blew a soft caress against his skin.
 
“Don’t you wonder what it feels like to slide
inside a woman and feel her wet heat close around you?
 
To feel
me
around you?”

His arms wobbled.

“To feel me without a rubber to dull my response to you?
 
Just one time is fine.
 
But my fantasy is to be with a man without
barriers.
 
To be with
you
, nothing between us.”

She hadn’t known that was her fantasy, but from the moment the
words had slipped from her mouth, she’d known they were true.
 
She’d swear he gulped.

The serious look on his face said that although he shouldn’t be
considering her temptation, he was.

She’d give Jason his sexual dreams and in exchange she’d get sexual
healing.

“No condom.
 
One
time.
 
My choosing.”
 
He took a deep breath and added, “Slave.”

She squeezed his taut arm muscles.
 
He’d agreed.

“Yes, Master,” she purred, excitement buzzing.
 
“Anything you say, Master.”

Why did the prospect of being with Jason without a condom excite
her in ways that had nothing to do with maintaining a semblance of control?

The tension in his shoulders eased, and Tabitha began stroking
her hands back and forth over his arms again.

“Where would you like me to begin, Master?”

“By shutting your mouth and kissing me.”

Sexual play.
 
This was a
game she excelled in.

“With my mouth shut, Master?” she teased, angling her head
toward him.

“Tell you what, you kiss me any way you like, slave girl.”

“Master?”

“Hmm?”
 
Millimeters
separated their lips.

“I want to be on top.”

He regarded her for long seconds.
 
She expected him to refuse as on top she’d be
in command, but in a quick rollover, he reversed their positions, putting her
with a leg on each side of his hips.
 
“Now, kiss me.”

Blessed man.

She kissed.
 
Deep and
thorough.

“You’re beautiful,” he said when her mouth lifted.

“Thank you, Master.”
 
She
wiggled into a half-sitting position straddling his groin.
 
Leaning forward, she let her long curls
curtain his face and brushed the strands over his skin in a light, tickling
motion.
 
“I find you most handsome, too.”

Groaning, he twisted his hands in her hair and tugged her to
him.
 
“Kiss me again, Tabbycat.”

“Yes.”
 
She did until she
was breathless from desire, lifting her mouth inches from his, she asked, “Now
what would you like, Master?”

His heated gaze traveled over her.
 
Tingles of awareness prickled in his
wake.
 
“Take off your shirt.”

“Yes, Master.”
 
She slid her fingers under the hem of her
leopard patterned knit shirt and pulled it over her head.
 
Even before she tossed it to the floor, she
heard his gasp of appreciation.
 
Good.
 
She was glad she wore her
matching leopard skin bra and thong.
 
Jason
always had appreciated her predilection for sexy undies.
 
Of course, when she’d worn none at all out in
public, the secret knowledge had driven him wild.

God, she missed him.

Dropping a hand to both sides of his head, she bent forward,
knowing his gaze dropped to where her breasts hung just out of his mouth’s
reach.
 
“What now, Master?”

Neck straining, he buried his face in the valley she presented
him with, nuzzling his stubby whiskers back and forth in an erotically arousing
way.
 
Tabitha bit her lower lip to keep
from begging him to take her in his mouth.

“Do you like that, slave girl?”

“Yes, Master.”
 
She bit
her lower lip.
 
“Very much.”

“Do you want more?”

“Please.”

“Please what, Tabbycat?”

“Taste me.
 
Give me more.”

“Greedy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I want it all.”

He chuckled, brushed his stubbled chin across the deep valley of
her breasts.
 
“All of what?”

Tabitha arched her back, pressing her damp womanhood hard
against him, burying his face more fully between her aching breasts.
 
“All of you.”

In response, his tongue darted out to trace over the exposed
curves above the animal print silk.
 
She
squirmed over him, riding him through their clothes as he licked and
nipped.
 
When he pushed the bra material
aside and his mouth closed around one straining tip, Tabitha cried with the
pleasure racking through her body.

“Jason.”

He suckled harder and her grinding motion against his groin
picked up pace.
 
A zillion electrical
impulses blazed to life inside her body.
 
Her head fell back.

“Jaa-son!”

“You’re supposed to call me Master,” he whispered in her ear
when she collapsed against him, relishing the sweet spasms rocking through her
body.

“Y-es, Ma-as-ter.”
 
She
snuggled into the crook of his arms and breathed in his manly scent while
waiting to return to earth.
 
No one
lifted her to the heights Jason did.

She’d forgotten how intensely he affected her.

She found that thought a bit frightening.

She didn’t want her feelings for Jason resurrected.
 
All she wanted was the sexual healing John
and Jenny convinced her she needed.

Liar.
 
Liar.
 
Pants on fire.

She sucked in her lower lip,
buried the voice in her head taunting that she wanted more, and sat up because
the voice was right about one thing.

Her pants were on fire and Jason had just the equipment to put
out the flames he’d so effectively lit.

“I want your shirt off.”

“Help yourself.”

She intended to.

She slid her fingers over his sculpted abs and tugged.
 
Jason rose and assisted her efforts.

Tabitha had seen beautiful men before.
 
Lots of them.
 
But she’d never seen a man, real or on screen, that compared to the
glory Jason revealed.