Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [75]
Her voice came breathy. “What?”
“The idea of it being forbidden. It’s just something society taught you, but it’s not real, it doesn’t mean anything. And if you want it, you should have it. I want you to have it.”
“Why?”
He slid his knee between her thighs, pressing warm against her cunt through the jogging pants. His large bulge pressed hot and hard at her side, giving her the urge to turn toward it, to take that between her legs. “I want to give you the ultimate pleasure, something most women just fantasize about but will never have.”
“Oh.” Her voice came too light, barely there. As always, she wondered how he managed to make such things sound almost normal. And was she truly considering this—two men, at once? She had to catch her breath as the thought—and the images in her head—struck her anew. Stung with harsh temptation, she swallowed nervously. “And you want to do this . . . tonight?”
“Yes.” Spoken plain and simple and quietly commanding—classic Braden. He clearly knew it worked on her, made it easier for her to acquiesce and give in to her baser desires.
She bit her lip, peering up at him, still agonizingly aware of the stiff erection at her hip. “I know this shouldn’t matter, because in a few days I’ll probably never see you again, but . . . wouldn’t you think of me differently afterward? Because when this is over, I want you to . . . remember me fondly.”
His eyes softened, peering down on her. “There’s no other way I could remember you, snowflake. Sweet. Sexy. Exciting. Brave. Nothing bad. I promise.” He ended with a deep, tender kiss, his tongue twining with hers and making her pussy cream further.
She found herself lifting her hands lightly to his face, her fingers grazing the dark stubble there. Her breath came short. “What if . . . what if we were to . . . to start this . . . and I suddenly realize I just can’t do it?”
Only a few inches separated their faces. “Then you take my hand, look into my eyes, and tell me you just can’t do it. And we’ll stop.”
“Really?”
“Of course.” He sounded a little surprised. “Laura, you may think I’ve made you do things you never would have otherwise. But I’ve never really made you do anything. And I never would—not if you truly didn’t want to.”
She nodded softly, instantly. It was true. She might like to think he almost forced her at times into the wild things they shared, but he never really had. He just knew exactly how to persuade her. And she feared he was frighteningly close to persuading her again right now.
“You trust me, don’t you?” he whispered, his dark eyes connecting deeply with hers.
She nodded automatically.
“Then you’ll do this for me.”
She almost nodded again, but this time caught herself. “I’m . . . I’m still not completely sure. Part of me wants to, madly, shockingly, but . . . part of me just . . .”
“Just what?”
She drew in another long, deep breath. “Part of me worries how I’ll feel afterward. Part of me isn’t sure I can be that wild, even for you, Braden.”
Now it was he who let out a labored sigh. “I can tell you how you’ll feel afterward, honey. Well-pleasured. Phenomenally well-pleasured. That’s all.”
“You’re so sure I won’t have any regrets?”
He cast only the slightest of smiles. “This is your Vegas, Laura.”
She tilted her head against the throw pillow, confused. “Huh?”
“What happens on the mountain stays on the mountain. It doesn’t change your life or change who you are. It’s just about pleasure.”
She’d never believed that Vegas saying. Everything you did affected who you were. And Laura knew that if she gave into this temptation, this desire that burned deeper inside her with each passing moment, it would change her. She just wasn’t certain if it would be a change for the better or the worse.
And yet, Braden had taught her so much about pleasure. He’d never asked her to do anything that didn’t turn out to be an experience to savor. He’d shown her greater delights than she’d known she was capable of. Maybe