Seducing the Old Flame (6 page)

There was more just awaiting her discovery.
 
She wriggled lower and reached for his
zipper.

“Uh-uh-uh.”
 
His hand
covered hers.
 
“You didn’t ask for
permission, slave.”

Impatient to see what his jeans hid, not that she didn’t vividly
remember exactly what lay beneath the soft denim, she dipped her head in a mock
bow.
 
“Master, may I please have the
pleasure of unveiling you?”

His toffee eyes darkened and his grip on her hand loosened.
 
“You may.
 
But take great care as you’ll be dealing with my most precious family
jewels.”

“Yes, Master.
 
Great
care.”
 
One tooth at a time she lowered
his zipper, hoping to find nothing but man beneath.
 
White briefs greeted her.
 
Some things never changed.

She shucked his worn jeans from his lean hips, slid them down
muscular thighs, and tugged the pants free.
 
With gentle fingers she removed his briefs and knelt above him to revel
in the treasure she’d uncovered.

Dark sprigs of hair adorned his strong legs, nested around him,
and darted up to scatter over his thick chest.
 
Not too much hair.
 
Just enough to
remind her of the wicked sensation of his chest smashed against hers, of how
those hairs created extra friction against her body.

But who needed memories when the real thing lay within her
reach?

She dipped her already sensitive breasts to brush against his
chest.
 
Over and over she moved back and
forth, letting the wiry texture to wind the spring of sexual tension coiling
within her.

“Tabby, stand up.”

“What?”

“No questions allowed.
 
Remember?”

No, she was busy remembering other, more exciting things.
 
No, not remembering.
 
Experiencing.

Sucking a breath meant to calm, she climbed off him and stood at
the edge of the bed.
 
Jason propped
himself on his elbows.
 
She couldn’t help
but admire his naked form.

From head to toe, Jason was all man.
 
So perfect he almost appeared too scrumptious
to be real.
 
If anything the years only
added to the definition of his body.
 
His
toned construction worker physique rivaled that of any Hollywood star.

“Take off your pants, Tabby.
 
Now.”
 
The last came out harsh.

Smiling, she dipped her head in another bow.
 
“Yes, my Master.”
 
She kicked off her heels and her pants fell
to the floor.
 
“What now, Master?”

The tiny triangle of silk covering the apex of her thighs seemed
to have captivated him.
 
His gaze grew
hungrier and hungrier while he looked.
 
His erection strained higher and higher.
 
She longed to touch, to impale herself.

“Turn around.
 
Slowly,” he
ordered.

“Yes, Master.”
 
She did as
he asked, making a three-hundred-and-sixty degree rotation.

“Thongs.”
 
The one word
came out as great praise, as if she unveiled the cure to all the afflictions of
mankind.

He sat up and ran his hands down her bare hips.
 
Cupping her bottom, he pulled her to him,
bent and placed a kiss on the tiny triangle.
 
“You have the sweetest ass.”

She didn’t speak, just threaded her fingers into his silky black
hair, and gently gyrated her hips.
 
His
work-roughened fingers slid inside her panties.

A moan escaped her lips, but she waited for him to give further
instructions.

“Take off your bra.”

She reached around, unhooked the clasp, and gave it a
fling.
 
Leopard skin disappeared
somewhere across the room.

With his free hand he cupped a breast, molding and caressing
while his other hand flicked back and forth, making magic between her
legs.
 
Just as moisture covered his
fingers, she grabbed hold of his shoulders and cried out his name.

“That’s right.
 
Jason,” he
said.
 
“Take off your panties and drop to
all fours.
 
Now.”

Tabitha smiled seductively at Jason and crawled onto the
bed.
 
On all fours.

Jason couldn't believe he'd just ordered Tabitha Sterling to
drop or that she was complying so readily.

When had she ever obeyed a command from him?
 
From any man?

"Me-yow."
 
She
arched a finely plucked brow and twitched her nicely shaped bottom.

He'd planned to take her immediately, to ease the burning need
within him.
 
But staring into her
wickedly green eyes, he changed his mind.

When he entered her, he wanted to see her expression, to see her
face when they connected, completely for the first time with nothing between
them.

But maybe he should save that for later.
 
This first time he wasn’t likely to last long
enough.

It had been too damn long.

Still, her twitching bottom was doing crazy things to his
nervous system.
 
Like short circuiting
it.
 
He crooked his finger at her.

"Come here."

"Come?
 
Make
me."
 
She taunted but crawled toward
him.

"I intend to.
 
Again."
 
The thought of
feeling her explode around him could almost have persuaded him to change his
mind on how he would take her this first time, but watching her would be worth
the wait.

She perched next to him and Jason bent and kissed her
mouth.
 
"I've changed my mind."

"What?"
 
Her
head shot up and she glared with accusing eyes.
 
"You can't change your mind.
 
Not now.
 
Not when you have me
dripping with need."

He pulled her to him.
 
"Not about this weekend.
 
We're just going to save what I had in mind for later."

With a quick twist, he had her beneath him, grabbed a condom
from his nightstand, and with his knee pushed her thighs apart.

Her eyes widened in question.

“One time.
 
My choice,” he
reminded, donning the rubber.
 
“This
isn’t it.”

“Oh.”
 
Her lower lip pouted.

"Tell me, Tabby, what else do you want?"
 
He trailed kisses over her throat, nipped her
breasts, then blew over the straining peaks.
 
She squirmed beneath him, her hips bucking up, trying to get closer to
him.

"You.
 
Now."
 
Her words came out breathless, but her eyes glittered with innate
feminine power as she stretched like the feline she was and kissed him.
 
A do me now kind of kiss.

Her hand slipped around, cupped his buttock, kneaded, massaged,
pinched.
 
"Ouch."

"Hurts so good," she mouthed, shifting against him to
where he poised against her dampness.

She smiled as saucy as ever, but her eyes betrayed her.
 
As did the trembling of her lower lip.

"Master," she added.

Jason captured her hands, clasped them into his own, and met her
gaze.
 
Slowly, he thrust his hips
forward.

Sliding into a woman had never felt so good.

Tabby was perfect around him, as if she were made for him to
fill.

"Jason."
 
His
name trilled like a purr.
 
Her fingers
clenched with his.
 
Her eyes large and
full of desire.

Damn, he didn't want to lose control.

Not with just one push inside her, but it wouldn't take much to
send him over the edge.
 
It had been so
long.

Since Tabby.

Since any woman.

Restless beneath him, she gyrated her hips, her hot slick body
clenched around him, only the condom separating their bodies.

She wanted him flesh-to-flesh.

He had always wondered what it would feel like to be with a
woman, with Tabby, with no barriers.
 
This
weekend he’d know.

Would sex ever be the same again?

No woman compared to sex with Tabby anyway, maybe it was fitting
that she was the woman he would drop all barriers with.

Sex between them had always been good.
 
The best.

"It feels good."
 
She echoed his thoughts.
 
"So
very, very good."

"Yes."
 
He held
still for another moment, knowing that once he started pumping in and out, he'd
lose himself.

But patience wasn't something Tabby had ever been accused of
having.
 
She thrust against his pelvis,
pulling him deeper inside.

"Please make me come again," she begged.

Sweat beaded on his brow as he counted to ten.
 
He wouldn't disappoint her.

Not now.

Not ever.

Tabitha couldn't help but wonder what Jason was waiting
for.
 
He'd finally slipped inside her
only to stay stock-still.
 
Why?

Noting the moisture on his forehead and realizing he battled to
keep control, to keep from pounding her hard and exploding inside her, she
tilted her hips forward.

She didn't want his control.
 
She wanted him.

Enough was enough.

"Love me, Jason.
 
Now."

Jaw clenched, his hips began moving, stroking in and out.
 
Heaven.
 
Was it knowing they’d be flesh-to-flesh soon, or just the feel of hot
moist flesh wrapped around his satiny steel that had her insides twisting
inside out?
 
She wasn't sure and after
the first strokes, she no longer cared.

Not about anything but Jason and the magic he spun within her.

Heat, turbulent and intense, swirled through the pit of her
stomach, snaking its fingers out to curl her toes, to contract her fingers into
Jason's hand.

His rhythm began slow and rhythmic, building in tempo and
intensity with his hip thrusts, building until a crescendo threatened to burst
within Tabitha.

Faster.
 
Harder.
 
Deeper.

She met him thrust for thrust, demanding he give her his all.

More.
 
More.
 
Still more.

She needed Jason so deep she ached.

With each pummel of his body into hers, the ache grew
increasingly urgent, until she shook with her need.

"Jason," she cried, freeing her hands to grasp his
shoulders.
 
She wrapped her legs around
his waist to take him deeper.

"Yes, Tabby?"
 
The question tore from between clenched teeth.

For once, words failed her.

No matter, she kissed him instead.
 
Letting her mouth tell him all the exciting
things he was doing to her body.
 
Letting
him interpret her response however he pleased.

Because he pleased her.

Body stiffening, Jason crossed the edge of no return and
electricity zig-zagged through Tabitha.
 
His thrusts became rampant, out-of-control.
 
Wild.
 
So deep she felt him bumping her belly. .

She dragged breath into her burning lungs and still couldn't get
enough oxygen.
 
Couldn't ease the
dizziness overtaking her.

Pleasure, sticky and sweet,
curled inside her like a thin ribbon of smoke rising, spreading, expanding.

Her orgasm hit seconds before Jason pummeled her, crying out her
name in a loud bellow before collapsing.

She pressed her lips to his
sweaty cheek.

She'd forgotten how marvelous
sex with Jason had been.

Then again, no sex had ever
been quite like this.

Not even between the two of
them.

Wow.
 
Just…oh, wow.

“Hungry?” Jason asked a few
minutes later.

Tabitha groaned.
 
He had to be kidding.
 
She never wanted to move again, much less
eat.