Janelle Denison - Too Wilde to Tame

Pushing those unsettling thoughts aside, she slid her arms around his neck and sifted her fingers though his hair. Lifting her mouth to his, she kissed him, and he was quick to respond. She savored the heat of his lips on hers, the slow, lazy sweep of his tongue as their connection deepened, and the feel of his hands sliding along her shoulders. Hands that were big and strong yet achingly gentle as they glided down her back and then drew her close against a body that was hot and hard and already aroused.

Desperately craving the distraction of something intensely physical to forget about what had happened earlier, she attempted to move things along at a faster, more urgent pace. Except Cameron wasn't giving in to any of her aggressive moves, and she couldn't contain the soft sound of frustration that rumbled up from her chest.

"Slow down, sweetheart," he whispered against her lips, though she could hear a hint of laughter in his tone. "We've got all night, and there's more where that kiss came from."

She pulled back, just enough to slide her hand between their bodies and cup his thickened shaft in her palm. "I want more," she said huskily as she stroked the heated length of him. "A whole lot more."

He groaned, circled her wrist with his fingers, and pulled her hand away. She couldn't help but feel confused and even a little bit rejected by his actions, though she wasn't about to let her hurt show. Instead, she rebounded with a flippant and sassy response.

"What's the matter, sugar?" she drawled as she tossed back her hair. "Not quite up to it?"

A roguish grin slid across his lips, giving her the distinct feeling that he saw right through her act. "Oh, I'm plenty up for it. But we're doing things my way tonight. Do you have a problem with that?"

She almost bristled at his commanding tone until she recalled the sexual promises he'd made to her just a few evenings ago-of how he wanted to take things real slow this time, along with the very thorough way he planned to worship her entire body until she came for him.

That thought alone was enough to make her body quicken with anticipation, lust, and carnal need.

What he was asking for would put him in complete control of her pleasure. It would make him the dominating one and force her to bend to his will, and that was something she rarely did for any man. But he was offering her an invitation she couldn't resist, and just because he was the one calling the shots didn't mean she couldn't find some way to be sure she seduced him in return.

"Take me to your bedroom, Mia."

She didn't hesitate. Slipping her hand into his, she led him down the darkened hallway to her bedroom. Rather than turning on the bright overhead light, she instead switched on the small lamp on the nightstand next to her bed, which cast a soft glow in the room that was far more subtle and romantic. Then she turned to Cameron and waited anxiously for his next request.

"I want you to do something for me. It's a fantasy of mine when it comes to you. One of them anyway," he added with a half-grin as he fingered the chain belt riding low on her hips.

She had no idea what he had in mind, but she'd come this far and she wasn't going to back out now. Besides, she was too intrigued, and she certainly wasn't modest when it came to what felt good to her sexually-no matter if it was his fantasy or her own. "I'll do anything you want."

"Good." He turned away from her and walked across the room. "First, I want you to pretend I'm not here in your bedroom."

It was a bizarre request, but she agreed. "All right."

She had a big, comfortable, cushioned chair in the corner by the window she sometimes curled up on to do her stained-glass drawings or read a book, and he positioned it right at the foot of her bed. Then he sat down, legs spread wide, and his body sprawled lazily.

He continued his instructions. "I want you to get ready for bed like you normally do, as if I wasn't here, then lay down on your bed where I can watch you touch yourself."

She wasn't a prude by any means, but she'd never done anything so intimate with a man watching . And to do so with Cameron, she knew she'd be exposing a private part of herself-not only physically, but the hidden secrets to her body and her ultimate satisfaction as well.

She couldn't deny that the thought thrilled her, because it gave her the opportunity to tempt and tease Cameron in the process. And that was something she always enjoyed. As far as she was concerned, it would be a night of mutual gratification.

Slowly, she rounded the bed to where Cameron was sitting and leaned her backside against the mattress behind her. Tipping her head to the side, she let her gaze drift up from his thighs, along the bulge in his jeans, and all the way up to his face. The man was so gorgeously male, so devastatingly sexual, he literally took her breath away.

She licked her lips. "So… you want me to masturbate in front of you?"

"Yeah, I do," he replied huskily and without an ounce of shame. "Watching you pleasure yourself will show me how and where you liked to be touched, what turns you on, and what it takes to make you come." The smile that curved his mouth brimmed with sinful promise. "And then, when you're good and ready, I'm gonna make you do just that."

A smoldering heat surged through her and settled low. Lord, the man had a way with words!

"Mmmm, nice fantasy." She propped her booted foot on the chair, right between his wide-spread legs. Brazenly, she pressed the toe against the fly of his jeans. "Will you help me take my boots off first? They're tight, and it takes a few good tugs to pull them off."

He sat up and stroked his fingers along the four-inch spiked heel. "Ahhh, talk about fantasies."

She raised a brow in surprise. "What? My boots do it for you?"

"In a major way," he admitted as his hand skimmed up her leather-clad calf, almost reverently. "All this soft, supple leather, the snug way it molds to your shapely legs, and then there's these sexy, lace-up ties that put all kinds of wicked thoughts in my head."

He lifted his gaze back to hers, and the lust radiating from him was almost tangible. "If I didn't have other plans for you tonight, I'd insist you keep these boots on."

The vivid images that leapt into her head were downright erotic… and exciting enough to make her want to fulfill that fantasy of his someday. "I'll have to remember that."

He helped her remove her boots, first unlacing them, then caressing her exposed skin as he gradually bared her leg. One good tug had them slipping off her foot, which he massaged before giving her other foot the same treatment.

What should have been a simple and quick task, he turned into a sensual, luxurious undertaking that relaxed her entire body. Once he was done, he reclined back in his chair. He didn't say a word. He didn't have to. She knew the next part of the show was all hers, and she intended to give him a performance he'd remember long after their affair was over.

But first, she needed a little eye candy of her own. "Will you take your shirt off for me, so I have something to fantasize about, too?" To her, there was something so incredibly sexy about a shirtless man. Especially this shirtless man, with his athletically honed body, a nice, muscular chest, washboard abs, and firm biceps.

Giving into her request, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. "The floor's all yours, sweetheart," he murmured.

She could have stripped naked right in front of Cameron, but she didn't want to give him everything all at once. Rather, she decided to stick to the 'less was more' theory and build the awareness and anticipation between them with teasing, provocative glimpses that would have him panting for more.

So she undipped her gold chain belt and set it on her dresser. Her halter-style dress didn't allow room for a bra, and with her back facing Cameron, she unfastened the neckline and let the outfit drop to the floor, leaving her wearing a skimpy beige G-string that was feminine and lacy in the front and nearly nonexistent in the back. She shimmied that off, too, and grinned to herself when she heard him groan low and deep in his throat.