Tease Me (One Night with Sole Regret #7)(22)
Author: Olivia Cunning

He dropped her off at the bottom of the tour bus steps. “Put your leather back on,” he murmured into her ear. Just thinking about her in those tight leather pants had him all hot and bothered and the effect had little to do with the sultry night air.

“I think—”

“Unless you’d rather wait half an hour for a cab.” He didn’t want her to argue. And he wasn’t going to allow her to ride on a motorcycle in a skirt. He’d seen what the road could do to bare flesh, and he refused to risk damaging her perfect skin—no matter how unlikely they were to meet the pavement in the few miles between the venue and their hotel.

“I wasn’t refusing,” she said. “I was going to say I think I’ll need your help.”

She took his hand and led him up the bus steps.

“You seemed to be having fun on stage tonight,” she said as she walked backward toward the empty bedroom, her eyes never leaving his.

“I was,” he said. “You put me in a good mood.”

“I do?”

He nodded. “I usually try to hide the way you make me feel from the guys, but—” He shrugged. “I’m to the point where I don’t care what they think about us.” After all, the next time they saw her, he planned to have put a huge fucking diamond on her finger, and then they’d know for sure that he was pretty serious about Madison.

“Are you ready to put me in a good mood?” she asked, the suggestiveness in her tone making his cock twitch with interest.

“You aren’t already?”

“I’m feeling pretty good, but I could be feeling a whole lot better.”

He kicked the bedroom door closed behind him, bathing them in darkness. Her hand pushing down on his shoulder was the only cue he needed. He dropped to his knees before her and pushed her skirt up. He found her swollen mound by feel, working her heated flesh with his mouth.

“Oh, Adam,” she moaned. “I need you so bad.”

He grinned to himself, pressing his tongue into her cleft. If she thought she needed him now, he couldn’t even guess how much she’d need him by the next night. He unfastened her skirt as she clung to his hair with both hands and ground her pussy into his face.

If he could kick his drug habit with the might of his willpower, teasing this woman incessantly while not giving in to his own needs should be as easy as strumming an A chord.

Yeah, right.

He tipped her back onto the bed and pulled her boots off. He had planned to dress her in her leather pants immediately, but he had to have a little taste of her first. She was already so worked up that he’d have to take great care to not let her come. Madison opened her legs wide as he settled his knees on the floor at the end of the bed. When he gripped her ass in both hands and pulled her pussy to his mouth, she cried out and her back arched off the mattress.

He twirled his tongue in her opening, collecting the musky taste of her sex in his mouth. His cock pulsed with excitement at the promise of being enveloped in her slick heat.

He pulled away and took a deep breath. Fuck, how was he supposed to keep her teetering on the edge if he wanted to fly beyond it with so little prompting? Her heel dug into his back and pulled him into her. He groaned, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks as he found her clit with his mouth and flicked it with his tongue until she was writhing with pleasure.

He pulled away again, panting hard through his nose as he tried to regain his will to refrain from what he really wanted to do—fuck her as hard as she liked it.

“Adam,” she moaned as she sat up to grab the back of his head. When he resisted her pull, she released her grip on him and reached between her thighs, rubbing her clit with rapid strokes that would quickly give her the release she craved. He captured her wrists and trapped her hands on either side of her hips.

“If you come tonight, I’m not taking you to the sex club tomorrow,” he said.

“What?” Her voice was breathy with excitement, and the sound of it took hold of his balls and tugged.

He lowered his head and lapped at her drenched pussy. “No coming,” he said, turning his attention back to her clit.

“Oh God,” she moaned, her hips rocking in time with the motion of his tongue. “I have to.”

“Not if you want to see what I have in store for you tomorrow.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” she complained.

He chuckled. “It does to me.” He knew what a challenge it could be to push her out of her comfort zone. She would have to be at her tipping point before they arrived at the club the next night, or she’d never agree to what he proposed.

“Put your pants on,” he said, rising to his feet and backing toward the door, because he knew if he stayed to help her, his so-called willpower would last about twenty seconds and then his own pants would be on the floor.

“And if I refuse?” she asked, exasperation strong in her voice.

“I’ll go to the hotel without you and text you pictures of me jacking off.”

He turned on the ceiling light, and his breath caught at the sight of her looking all disheveled and aroused in her cutsie plaid shirt and nothing else.

“You wouldn’t!”

“Are you sure about that?” ’Cause he was about to start jacking off any moment. Lord, the things he put himself through to take this woman on creative sexual adventures and offer her new heights of excitement.

While staring at him, she slid one hand down her belly and used two fingers to part her folds. “You shouldn’t turn me on if you don’t plan to get me off.”

“I do plan to get you off,” he assured her and leaned over to gently tug her hand from her pussy. He drew it over her head and pinned it to the mattress before kissing her deep and long. His hips seemed to have a mind of their own as they gyrated, rubbing the aching length of his erection against her. Even through his clothes, he could feel her heat beckoning him, promising him nirvana.

He tugged his mouth from hers slowly and stepped away before he lost complete control.

“Get dressed,” he said, his voice gruff.

She nibbled on the tip of a finger, watching him closely. He was as turned on as she was, and she damned well knew it. “I think I need a spanking first,” she said. “I’m having all sorts of naughty thoughts.”

“You aren’t the only one.”

He grabbed her leather pants off the dresser and tossed them at her. Her pink lace panties tumbled through the air as well. She must have hidden them so no one would see them when she’d so boldly left them behind earlier.