Naturally Naughty - Leslie Kelly [43]
“Oh, so we’re back to that, are we?”
“What?”
“This game of up the ante again. Trying to shock and tempt me some more.”
Heat rose in her cheeks. “I don’t know what you mean.”
A slow smile spread across his lips. “Sure you do. The way you’re running your fingers over that thing, like you don’t know I’m watching, as if you don’t think I’m picturing you touching yourself like that.” His voice lowered. “Turning it on and moving it over every sensitive inch of your body.”
Taking in a shaky breath, she pulled the vibrator out of the pouch. “Are you?”
“You know damn well I am.”
She clipped it onto her middle finger.
He continued. “Just like you knew how I’d react to you naked in the shower. The forgotten towel. The vibrating finger comment.”
“I really didn’t know you were there when I said that,” she murmured. Turning the vibrator on, she ran it across her shoulder to her collarbone, then her throat. Lower, over the curves of her breasts. Goose bumps rose on her skin. Beneath the towel, she felt her nipples grow even harder, until they scraped almost painfully against the cotton fabric.
Heat, stark and intense, flashed in Jack’s eyes as he watched her. He silently dared her on, and she answered his challenge. Running the tiny device down the edge of the towel, she followed the seam down to her stomach. Lower. Until her hand rested on her lap and the vibrator kissed the inside of her thigh. Its hum was the only sound in the room, other than the faint rasp of Jack’s labored breathing. And her own.
Pausing, she curled her lips into a sultry smile, warning him that she wasn’t going to stop. Not unless he stopped her.
He didn’t move a muscle.
Kate slid her hand beneath the towel.
“Mmm.” She moaned as she scraped her fingertip across the curls between her legs.
“Enough.” He dropped the ice pack and caught her wrist in his hand, clenching it tightly.
“I’ve barely started.” She knew he could hear both the challenge and the promise in her voice.
He shook his head. “You’ve done what you set out to do, Kate. Hell, you did that the minute I saw you next door earlier.” He let go of her wrist and took a step back. “You want me to want you. You want me crazy with wanting you.”
Well, yeah!
“Mission accomplished.”
He didn’t try to do anything about it. He’d admitted it, but made no move to kiss her, to touch her.
“You’ve won. I concede. Now you need to stop.”
His lips said stop. His eyes begged her to proceed. She moved her fingertip, letting her lips fall open in a pleasureful sigh as the vibrator skimmed across her throbbing clitoris. She knew he was going crazy, imagining what she was doing, but not really able to tell because of the discreet draping of the towel over her hand. “You’re sure you want me…to stop?”
He closed his eyes. “Yes.”
Liar. With a quick glance down, she saw that his body was still raring to go.
“The timing’s bad on this, Kate,” he said. “Really bad.”
Obviously his mind was not raring to go.
“Bad timing. Right. There’s a good reason for me not to give myself the orgasm I’m dying for,” Kate said. “This has nothing to do with you, anyway.”
“It has everything to do with me.” He stepped closer, putting both his hands flat on the counter on each side of her hips. Leaning in until his face was inches from hers, he admitted, “I want to take you right here and now, fast and hard and furious, just like you’re begging for…like it was that first night.” His gaze dropped to her lips, to the towel, which had loosened again and barely clung to her body. As if he couldn’t resist, his hands moved closer, until they touched her thighs. His fingers were cold from the ice pack, but it wasn’t cold that made her gasp. It was the heat of his touch.
“Then I want