“What else makes you react that way?”
“It wouldn’t be fair to Max if I told you all of my secrets. It would be cheating and that’s not how you want to win.”
“No. It’s not.” He tugged at the towel that covered my behind. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go lower?”
I closed my eyes and stifled a moan. “I’m sure.”
“I would like to massage lower.”
“I’m aware of that.”
“You wouldn’t last if I did.”
That comment made me snap my eyes open. “Then do it.”
That towel was off of me in less than half of a second. In one instant it lay on me. In the other, it rose in the air and flew out to sea.
“Umm. . .I will need that towel eventually.” I squeezed my thighs together as a breeze skittered along my skin.
“I thought your ass was beautiful in that dress, I had no idea how amazing it would be without anything covering it.” He stood there for several seconds, not touching me or moving.
“Stop playing around and massage me.”
He rubbed his lips a little as if wondering if he really should. I wished I could read his mind. Surely he debated in his head about something.
“You’re not scared of a woman’s bottom are you?” I joked.
“No. I’m just scared of the woman who owns the bottom.”
“I won’t bite.”
“Do you promise?” His attention remained on my bare ass.
“Yes. I promise.”
He stepped to it with an intense look on his face. “Will you sign something stating that you will not unleash any violence, if I get too captivated with that sexy bottom and go too far?”
“No way.”
“Then let’s hope my brain remains in the game and my hormones don’t take over.” He seized my ass and it took my breath away. It was something about the way his fingers made contact with my skin, that electrocuted all of my senses. My sex clenched into wet knots, instant arousal pushed over the deep end. I turned away from him so he wouldn’t see the expression on my face. It would have given away too much and told him that more finger strokes to that area, would place him at the head of the game.
Bad idea. Bad fucking idea.
But I couldn’t tell him to stop, the area between my thighs begged me not to, and let’s face it, I’d spent three years ignoring my sex. Out in the middle of the ocean far away from land or prying eyes, I allowed myself a few delicious moments of bliss. Instead of keeping my guard up, I surrendered to heaven.
“Mmmhmm.” The sound fled from his lips in a deep guttural flow. He slipped his hands over the curve of my ass, dipping his fingertips lower than he should. And the evil hormonal part of me pled for him to continue.
“Can I touch you there?” Arousal laced his words.
I swallowed. “Where is there?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He squeezed and I arched my back up in response. He smacked my behind. “My wicked Dawn. I’m wondering right now, who’s taunting who?”
I have no idea.
“Maybe we should end this massage,” I whispered.
“Or maybe we should change this touching to something else. Now, please answer my question. Can I touch you there?”
I flushed with heat. “Why?”
“Because from my point of view, your bare cunt is wet and ready. I didn’t figure you for a Brazilian wax sort of woman. You can take a lot of pain there, can you?”
I opened my eyes. “I have no idea how to answer that question.”
“Which one?”
“The strange one that discussed pain.”
“I apologize then. All I can think about is pushing these legs apart.”
“You don’t get permission to do that.”
His hands left my body. I lifted up and turned over to see what was wrong, shielding my breast with my arm. “What?”
He rubbed his face with both of his hands. “The massage is over. I’ll give you your robe and then we can—”
“I was enjoying my massage.”
“Me too.” He formed his lips into an angry line.
“You’re pissed. Why?” I raised my eyebrows.
“I’m not mad.”
“Yes. You are. Your face is doing that crazy thing it does. Your eyes squint. Your mouth goes like this.” I poked my own lips out into a pout.
“I don’t do that.” He let his gaze travel down my body. “Put on your robe.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to jump on that table and push my dick inside of you. You see this.” He gestured to the bulge in his boy toy shorts.
Of course he has a big one because God is unfair.
“Put on your robe,” he said in a low voice.
The impatient part of me refused to take his orders no matter how logical they really were.
“I’m not one of your servants.” I sat all the way up, turned completely his way, and spread my legs so he could get a perfect view. “Ask me nicely.”
He held his chin and rubbed his thumb up and down on his lips. His attention had left me once I opened my legs, his gaze glued to my center. His breathing sounded louder than before as his chest rose up and down. “Your cunt, she’s very enchanting.”
I moistened just from those words. “She’s happy that you think so.”
“Can I show her how happy I am that she revealed herself to me?” He inched forward and placed his hands to the sides.
I focused on breathing in and out. It was such an easy task to do when I had on clothes and stood in front of him. Much harder to do, with my legs wide open and his hungry gaze focused on that area.
“Did you hear my question, Dawn? Can I show her how happy she made me?”
“How would you show her?”
“What did you tell me last night? Do you remember?”
“No. I remember saying a lot of things.” I chewed the side of my cheek.
He got on his knees and crawled my way. I turned into a queen in that moment. A goddess in my own right. For only a woman like that could make this man crawl like he was lower than nothing.
Or is that what he wants me to think?
“Get off your knees.” My words were shaky. The reality around me was slowly getting foggy. I was starting to forget why I’d said no to having sex with him in the first place. My body said just leave it alone and say yes, but my mind tugged and pushed at my skull.
“Can I kiss her just a tiny bit?”
I curled my toes for the third time that day.
“Dawn?”
“Yes.”
“Is that your answer?”
Panting, I shook my head. “What was the question again?”
He grinned and that evil little grin drew my senses out of the cloud of sensual confusion and placed me right back into the game. He inched closer. His face was barely three inches away from my hungry center. He blew a little. That cool breeze brushed over my softness and stirred me all in the right places, but my head was back to working again. Instead of drowning in the ecstasy of him, I relished in the fact that I’d forced an alpha male to his knees and that he still had not gotten his way.
I’ll have to watch him. He almost got me.