Temptation (Club X #1)(23)
Author: K.M. Scott

She jumped at the feel of my touch on her tender skin, and I heard her sharp intake of breath as I watched my fingertip trace a line up her leg under her dress. A gentle twitch of her skin and a soft sigh made my cock harden, and I worked to keep myself under control.

I moved my hand away, and Olivia straightened in the chair, gently squeezing her thighs together in a brief clench as she waited for me to make my next move. She was so responsive, unlike any woman I’d been with before. Each quiver, each quiet moan excited me more than I thought possible.

But I wanted more than just a response from her. I wanted her to go after what she desired.

Stepping in between her legs, I pressed the front of my thighs against the chair and leaned in to kiss her, stopping just before my lips brushed against hers to inhale the delicate scent of vanilla. Her mouth melded to mine, pressing eagerly in a kiss full of need. Slipping my tongue between her lips, I leisurely teased the tip of her tongue as if I was flicking my tongue over her clit. Soon…For now, her tongue would do nicely.

She tasted like peppermint, and as we kissed, the fresh flavor filled my mouth, making me want more than just the polite making out she offered. I cradled the back of her head and held her fast to me, my mouth plundering hers as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Stroking my thumb against the base of her neck, I heard her softly mew into my mouth as she scooted her ass forward on the chair toward my rock hard cock.

I pulled away suddenly, and she made a sound like a tiny moan filled with disappointment. The corners of her mouth turned down slightly as she turned her head to search for my touch. Crouching down, I pushed her dress up and pressed my lips to the tender skin of her inner thigh. Lightly flicking my tongue over it, I heard the sharp intake of her breath and felt the quiver of her skin against my lips as I inched my way up her leg.

Whispering, I said my first real words to her in this room. “Relax. Let yourself feel good, Olivia.”

Instantly, her body tensed and the gentle sound of her breathing stopped. I stood to watch her reaction, and after a long moment she let out a deep sigh but said nothing. Had she recognized my voice or was she just surprised by my speaking to her for the first time?

She was lovely sitting there, vulnerable but eager to shed her shy girl self and act on her true desires. Reaching out, I ran my hand over her hair and twirled a lock around my forefinger, stopping next to her ear with a gentle tug. She bit her lower lip and leaned toward my hand, a wince marring her beautiful face to let me know I was hurting her. Unraveling it slowly, I let it fall against her shoulder and leaned in to place a kiss on her cheek to ease the pain.

“I’m glad to see you came back tonight, Olivia.”

She had to recognize my voice that time. I waited for her to respond, but when she did, there was no sign she knew who the man seducing her was.

Her voice quiet, she said, “I couldn’t stay away if I wanted to. I don’t, though.”

I ran my fingertip across her cheek to her mouth and traced the outline of her lips. “I like that. What do you like, Olivia?”

She hesitated, unsure of her answer, and finally said, “You. I like you.”

I liked her answer so much I wanted to feel those lips that had spoken such sweet words on my lips. Pulling her into my arms, I kissed her hard, not wanting to restrain myself. She softened in my hold, kissing me with a passion I’d only imagined lay beneath that proper businesswoman I saw each day.

Breaking our kiss, I trailed my lips over the soft skin near her collarbone, planting tiny kisses as I moved my mouth toward the front of her dress. “I like your dress. Tell me, Olivia, would you take it off for me?”

“Yes.”

“What if I wanted to take it off? Would you let me?”

“Yes,” she said in a breathless voice before she repeated her answer. “Yes.”

Fuck, she was beautiful! So responsive to my touch, she made my cock ache with a mere word. I wanted her right there, my mouth lapping her pussy as she came over and over again, drenching my face with her juices. My cock sliding in and out of her needy cunt, filling her completely as her body gave in to the feelings I created in her.

I felt myself begin to lose control. Stepping back, I took a deep breath to calm my mind, needing to find some way to get back to that man I’d created so long ago. This was seduction, nothing more. That it would lead to sex was all the better, but that’s where it would end.

Where it had to end.

Olivia reached out for me, her hands searching for the one who’d so hastily abandoned her. She had no idea why I’d needed to back away. All she knew was that I wasn’t there with her anymore.

“Are you still here?” she whispered in a voice laced with sadness. “Did I do something wrong?”

I stood watching her as a frown settled into that gorgeous mouth, and I imagined her eyebrows knitting with concern that she’d made a mistake. A lick of regret seared my heart for a moment. Olivia wasn’t to blame for the way I was. She shouldn’t pay for my being fucked up.

Stepping forward, I answered her. “I’m here. You did nothing wrong, Olivia.”

The frown disappeared, replaced by a genuine smile that lit up the room, and she tentatively ran her fingertips down the front of my shirt. “What color is this?”

“Black.”

“Why don’t you want me to take my dress off anymore? Is something wrong?”

I slipped my fingers under the neckline of her dress and eased it off her shoulders to reveal a pink satin bra strap. Bending down, I placed a kiss on her collarbone as I slid the strap down, noticing a red mark where it had rubbed against her tender skin. “Did you buy this bra just for tonight, Olivia?”

Her cheeks flushed a darker pink color at my question, and she bit her lip as she nodded. God, she was exquisite in her bashfulness. I couldn’t remember being around a woman so shy yet so eager to shed her inhibitions. The combination was intoxicating and made me want her all the more.

Sliding my hand down her side, my thumb grazing her breast, I lifted the bottom of her dress and placed my palm on the top of her thigh just below her hip. A tiny whimper escaped her lips as I trailed a fingertip under her panties. “Tell me, Olivia. Are these pink too?”

I could have simply looked for myself, but I relished the idea of her admitting how she’d thought about this night enough to want to impress me with a new bra and panties. It had a charm unlike anything I’d experienced in so long that I wanted to make it more important than in reality it was.