Into the Fire - Leslie Kelly [57]
"Erotic pleasures, when explored by two people who truly care about each other, can add a great deal to a sensual relationship. The key is trust, and a willingness to go just a bit further."
Exactly what Lacey had been thinking. She trusted. She was willing.
"Ladies, if you know he cares about you, if you know he'd never hurt you, how far would you go? Gentle restraints? Unusual locations for lovemaking—where there's perhaps the risk of exposure?" She paused. "Special little toys?"
Lacey sucked in a deep breath, remembering Nate's comment about sex toys. She'd never even seen one. Nor would she know what to do with one if she did!
He could show me.
A whimper escaped her lips. She shifted, allowing the robe to slip off her shoulder until it barely covered the puckered nipple of one breast.
"Gentlemen, what do you find most erotic about a woman? Is it the way she moves? The way she whispers or screams out her pleasure? Is it the wicked joy in her eyes as she lets you take her somewhere you've never gone before? The trust she places in you when she allows you to indulge her every sensual desire?"
Lacey breathed deeply, affected by the sensory input surrounding her—the heady wine, the slick silk, the flickering candlelight—and the mental images the radio deejay evoked. Her hand moved over the robe, lightly brushing the curve of her breast before dropping to her thigh.
"What's your erotic fantasy?" the deejay continued. "Ladies, if he wants to play, wants you as his concubine for the night, will you let him make you his love slave?"
"Yes," Lacey whispered, unable to help herself.
"And you men, if your woman touches herself," the deejay continued, "indulging in the joys of her own body, do you shake in anticipation?"
Lacey unclenched the hand on her leg, brushing her fingers high on her inner thigh.
"Oh, God, yes."
She hadn't spoken. Nate's deep, male voice had uttered the hoarse words.
Lacey didn't move, didn't start with surprise. She'd known he'd come back soon, known he'd find her waiting.
He stood a few feet away, watching her. At the sight of the powerful erection beneath his silk boxers, she sighed with pleasure. "Do you listen to this show?"
Not answering, he walked over and turned the radio off, then gave her his full attention.
"You don't listen to 'Night Whispers'?"
He shook his head slowly. "I'd much rather hear you say the words, Lacey."
She played coy, her hand still resting in her lap, her robe still dangling precariously off her shoulder. "Which words would those be?"
He didn't move. Just stared at her from above. Lacey lowered her voice, remembering the seductiveness of the deejay's whisper. "What's your erotic fantasy, Nate?" She watched him draw in a deep breath. "What do you find most sensual about a woman?"
This time he answered, his eyes glittering in the candlelight. "The curve of your lips. The way your hair falls over your cheek. The way you whimper when I kiss the back of your knee."
It was her turn to breathe deeply.
"The way your eyes grow wide and you gasp when I'm deep inside you."
Lacey had never before realized the seductive power of whispered fantasies. She did now.
"The way you taste."
She had to close her eyes briefly. But she wasn't to be outdone. Remembering more of the deejay's words, she said, "How far would you go?" She knew her voice held a note of challenge. "If she touches herself, do you shake in anticipation?"
He stepped closer, lowering his eyes to gaze at her lap, where her fingers rested lightly on her thigh. His mouth opened, and she saw the effort it took for him to draw in a choppy breath. "I can't imagine anything I'd rather see right now," he finally replied.
The heat in his stare made her want to go on. The tenderness in his smile gave her the courage to do exactly that.
She parted her thighs a bit more, hearing him groan in response as he looked his fill. Uncertain