Seductive Reasoning (20 page)

Seth threaded his fingers into her
hair.

Yes. Finally. Yes.

Kate moved lower, knelt at his feet
and slid her mouth over the length of him. He felt like silk wrapped around
steel. The pulse of his life-blood drummed against her lips.

She tasted him with her tongue from
the base of his penis to the tip. Her lips nipped at the head, her tongue
teased around the edges. She’d never put her mouth on a man’s sex before, and
she hoped she was doing it right.

The bathroom had begun to cool, but
her blood ran hotter than ever. When she took him fully into her mouth, need,
desire and tenderness swept through her body.

Seth. Oh God, Seth.

Wet, hot, incredible.

Thoughts of the wager and her
business flew from her brain as sensation after sensation overwhelmed her. She
slipped her hands over his buttocks in a gentle, coaxing motion and pulled him
closer to her mouth. She wanted him closer. She had to have him closer.

The shower door rattled as Seth
grabbed the handle in a death grip. Kate felt every muscle in his body tense.
Now. Yes. Now. She caressed his blatant arousal until his breathing grew
harsher, his penis harder.

“Stop, Kate,” he moaned. “If you
don’t I’ll--“

At the sound of his urgent plea,
Kate removed her mouth from his body and stood up.

She saw Seth look down at his
crotch. His penis glistened from her mouth and throbbed against his stomach.
What had she done?

Shame rushed through her. Kate felt
like one of those women who viciously enjoyed teasing a man then coyly refused
to follow through with her carnal promises. She lowered her chin. “I’m sorry. I
did this all wrong.”

Seth placed his fingers beneath her
chin and lifted her face up to his. “You did nothing wrong. Why would you think
that?”

She stared into his eyes. Sincerity
and concern burned in their depths. How could that be? She glanced down at his erect
penis then back at his face. “No woman should do that”--she gestured with her
hand toward his penis--“to a man then deny him sexual satisfaction.”

“I asked you to stop and you did. Remember?”

“Yes, but I should have--“

“No buts.” He grasped her hand and
kissed the back of it. “Let’s go watch the storm.”

When Seth stepped into the den
dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, Kate sat in the window seat wearing a casual,
sleeveless dress that fell to her ankles. Her legs were curved to the side and
made the dress hug the underside of her sweet butt. The dress had a scoop neck
that denied him a generous view of her breasts. Disappointment swept through
him. A few minutes ago, she’d stood naked before him in the shower, pleasuring
him with her lips and tongue. Then he’d asked her to stop. Instead of ignoring
his request, she’d complied, then actually believed she’d done something wrong.
A sudden rush of pride filled him. She was more woman than she realized and it
had nothing to do with sexuality. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and hold
her close while the storm raged outside his home. Thinking about the storm
reminded him of something. “Kate?”

She turned her head and looked at
him.

“Remember our first meeting at the
studio?” he asked.

A smile as intimate as a kiss
trembled over her mouth. “Yes. We talked about making love during a storm,
about enjoying the flashes of lightning and the hard drive of the rain. I asked
you if you’d ever climaxed at the height of the storm. We were interrupted, and
you never answered me.” Her voice was soft as a caress.

Seth felt his erection push against
his jeans. He walked to her side, reached out and brushed the back of his hand
over her cheek.

She gazed up at him, her clear eyes
bright with longing.

Seth skimmed his index finger over
her lower lip. “I’m ready to answer your question now if you’re ready for the
answer.”

Kate nodded. He took her hand and
helped her from the window seat. Her feet were bare and padded softly on the
wood floor. Gently, he placed his hands on either side of her face, the tender
feel of her skin spread into his own.

He leaned down and kissed the pulse
in the side of her neck then laved her skin with his tongue. He heard her sigh
of pleasure and smiled against her neck. “The answer is no, I’ve never made love
during a storm.” He licked the shell of her ear and he soft gasp pleased him. “And
it’s high time I did.”

Seth moved his hands to the back of
her dress, grasped the zipper and pulled. With little effort, the dress pooled
around her feet. She stood next to him, gloriously sexy in a white lacy bra and
panties. Needing to see her womanly curves exposed once again, he unhooked the
front clasp on her bra and pushed the straps from her shoulders. Her ivory
breasts were laid bare before him, the nipples pouting and rosy.

In a moment, he’d pushed her
panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and nudged them to the side
with her foot. Her hips flared in a gentle curve and the nest of hair between
her legs beckoned him to touch, to taste and explore the sweetness that lay
hidden from his gaze.

Sweet Lord, why have I denied
myself so long?

Seth heaved a deep breath. He had
never seen a more beautiful woman. She was perfect and he knew instinctively
that they would make a nice, tight fit together. Her body was made for his. She
stood there offering herself to him, giving him free uninhibited access to all
those soft, generous curves. All he had to do was reach out and take.

He refused to fight it anymore. In
fact, he didn’t want to fight it. He needed this. He needed her, now, tonight,
in his arms and in his bed. Damn the money. All he wanted was Kate.

Without taking his eyes from her
face, he quickly undid the buttons on his shirt, took it off and dropped it on
the floor. He wrapped his hands around her breasts, leaned forward and kissed
the nipples. He heard her breath shudder on a ragged sigh. His arousal pushed
harder against the denim of his jeans.

He started to remove his jeans but
changed his mind. He looked at her and smiled. “You take them off.”

Her feminine hands worked at the
button of his jeans, unzipped his fly. She shoved her hands under the waistband
of his underwear and slid them around to the base of his spine. Slowly, she
dipped her hands downward until her palms glided over his buttocks, kneading,
stroking, and insisting.

With a push, she shoved his jeans
over his hips and down his legs. She looked down and gave him a naughty grin.

His penis throbbed between his
legs. He laid his hands on her hips and pulled her slowly toward him. Kate
stood on tiptoes, opened her mouth, and slid her tongue over his lips.

Thunder boomed.

Seth wrapped his arms around Kate,
lifted her against his body, and slammed his mouth over hers. Wind pounded with
insistent fists against the sides of the house and the windows. His hands
roamed up and down her back. His palms clasped her fanny and pulled her into
his erection where his penis rubbed against her soft belly. Lightning cracked
followed by a rolling crash of thunder.

His mouth ate at hers in an almost
ferocious greed, a hot, nimble mating of tongues and lips. He tasted the wine
they’d drunk on their picnic on her lips, mixed with the sweet, chocolaty taste
of the brownies she’d nibbled.

Seth wanted--no,
needed
--to
know every inch of her intimately. He had to put his mouth and tongue on her
breasts, her abdomen, and, sweet God, between her silky thighs.

He had passed the point of no
return, but he didn’t care. He would rather tear out his own heart than turn
away from her.

Seth tore his mouth from her sweet,
delectable lips and worked on her neck. He had never met a woman who had a
sweeter neck. Her skin tantalized, teased, and heated. Her scent spread a
swathe of hunger through his senses and seized the breath in his lungs. He
wanted to lick the taste of vanilla from her skin, let it coat his mouth,
absorb into his bloodstream, and fog his brain. Seth gulped a lungful of air
while a red haze of passion blurred his vision.

Oh, God. Yes.

A moan slipped from her throat. She
writhed against him begging him to take her in soft, breathy pleas. He let his
hands roam freely over her body, arousing, soothing, and exploiting places that
turned her pleas to whimpers.

Seth smiled. This was only the
beginning.

He slid one arm under her knees,
one around her waist and lifted her up in his arms. Kate’s arms wrapped around
his neck, her head rested on his shoulders. Her breath whispered over his skin
before she covered his neck with open-mouthed kisses.

Her bottom pushed against his
erection, making it throb with exquisite sensual pain. Seth carried her quickly
to the bedroom afraid that he would take her in the hallway. He gripped the
edge of the bedspread covering his bed and yanked it back. Gently, he laid her
on the bed.

With her arms still secured about
his neck, she pulled him down to her for a kiss. His mouth assaulted hers, his
lips devoured. He pulled back breathless with need. Light shone through the
window where streaks of rain trickled over the pane, painting lines on the
floor and the bed. Kate lay in shadow. “Move over into the light,” Seth
insisted. “I need to see you.”

Kate slipped over until the light
bathed her body in silver. A brief flash of lightning allowed him to see her
face and eyes clearly. Her beauty, the loving look in her eyes, stole his
breath. Seth straddled her, lifted her legs, and wrapped them around his waist.
Kate pumped her hips upward urging him to enter her. “Not yet.”

Gently, he stretched out on top of
her and propped his arms on either side of her head. She gazed back at him with
all the beauty and sensuality of a woman waiting for her man to join with her.

Seth kissed her eyebrows first,
then her eyelids, her cheeks, and the hollow of her cheeks. She moved her head,
asking him to take her mouth, but he avoided her silent plea and brushed his
lips over her jaw and onto her neck. He sucked the lobe of her ear into his
mouth, then kissed the soft, sweet spot below. She sighed, turning her head to
offer him more.

He smiled to himself and took her
chin between his lips. She raised her mouth to his, and he pulled back
slightly.

“Seth, please. Kiss me.”

“In a minute.” He licked the
corners of her mouth, then slicked over her lips. He sucked first her upper lip
then her lower into his mouth before pushing his tongue past their soft
barrier. Kate moaned; her arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer. He
tasted her; he sated himself in the feel of her mouth, the sweet wetness of the
interior. He kissed her until he felt the gentle nudge of her feminine softness
against his hard erection.

He lightened the kiss until he drew
away from her. With one hand, he held a breast and brought the soft globe to
his mouth. He opened his mouth wide and suckled her hard at first, then he
soothed with his tongue. He laved until her nipples pushed against his tongue
before he gave equal attention to her other breast. By the time he was
finished, Kate writhed on the bed eager for him to take her. But he wasn’t done
yet.

Seth reluctantly left her breasts
and kissed his way over the smooth skin of her stomach and abdomen. He swirled
his tongue in her navel, then moved lower. And lower still, until he came to
the edge of her mound. Purposely, he skirted the sweet temptation and pressed
open-mouthed kisses on the inside of her thighs. The musky, aroused scent of
her drove him wild.

He licked his way down her legs and
nipped gently at the back of her knees. She whimpered and cried at the soft
nips of his mouth. Slowly, he kissed his way down her legs, over the curve of
her calves, laving, tasting, and licking with his tongue. He kissed her instep.
Her toes curled against the sensual feel of his mouth. She gasped with the
needy feminine sound of a woman on the edge.

Seth lifted his head and looked at
the soft mound between her legs. Finally, he was going to give her what they
both wanted. He pushed himself up, slid his arms under her legs, and draped
them over his shoulders. Her womanhood opened to him, swollen and aroused like
petals unfolding.

The plump pearl between the folds
looked tight and needy. Seth pressed his thumb on the slick nub once, twice
before he lowered his mouth and licked her from bottom to top. Her taste made
heat swirl hotter and faster into his groin.

Seth heard her quick gasp of air. A
whimper shimmered out of her throat. Kate thrashed her head from side to side
on the pillow, her lips moving in quiet supplication. She opened her legs wider
and drew her knees higher, offering herself to him.

Her sweet offer tore through him
and clenched around his heart. Seth nipped her with his mouth, suckled her with
his tongue, and kissed her between her legs until her moans turned to pleas. He
wanted to feel her pulse again, the sweet tremor prodding his lips and tongue.

He drove his tongue inside her
until her body bowed up from the mattress and the flutter of her climax rose slow
and soft like a spring breeze. Her whimpers of pleasure touched his heart and
echoed through his soul.

He’d fallen in love with Kate.

She’d made him let go of his
inhibitions and expose the soft underbelly of his vulnerability--something he’d
never allowed himself to do with any other woman.

The sounds of her satisfaction
increased, each one topping the other. In a heartbeat, the gentle cresting wave
swelled, the force of it grew harder and harder, until the contractions
undulated against his lips, and squeezed his tongue.

Before her orgasm reached its peak,
Seth grabbed a condom from his nightstand, ripped the package open with his
teeth, and sheathed himself. His muscles quivered with need. Sweat coated his
body as he looked into Kate’s eyes, the bright green almost swallowed whole by
the dilation of her pupils. He took her mouth in one last desperate kiss,
sweeping his tongue inside her mouth even as he plunged to the hilt inside her.