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So I did. I have no idea how much time she had spent attached to the cross, but for the next ten minutes, I watched, fascinated, as he took her right to the edge and then back again, over and over and over again.
He held the wand between her legs, focused intently on her face, her breathing, the way she fought at the restraints. Only when her chest was heaving did he pull back, chuckling softly when she cried out in protest. Then he’d run his hand over her body in soothing strokes, playing with her breasts, rubbing his thumb over her nipples, trailing his fingers over her skin. When she’d calmed down, he’d put the wand back between her legs, holding it lightly against her clit.
It was amazing to me how focused he was on her, like she was the only person in existence and his only goal was to give her pleasure. For her part, it was the same, as though her entire universe was reduced to a single point – him. Her eyes were laser focused on him, his voice was all she heard, as he murmured soothing words in her ear, encouraging her, telling her she was such a good girl.
I’m not sure at what point he knew she’d had enough, but I heard him say, “Enough, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she sobbed. He kissed her, tangling their tongues in a long, luxurious kiss, linked his fingers through hers and dialed the wand up to its highest setting. The moment he pressed it between her legs, she went rigid, throwing her head back, neck muscles straining. Then she let out a low, guttural moan, increasing in sound and intensity as the orgasm moved through her system, making her whole body tremble and jerk.
Scorching heat pooled in my belly, flooded my own system, and I had to squeeze my thighs together and fold my arms across my suddenly taut nipples. This was the hottest thing I had ever seen. The way he controlled her so adeptly, the way she trusted him so completely, and then…this. She rode the wave of her first orgasm, but he wasn’t done yet, burying his face in her neck and pushing the wand harder against her clit. Off she went again. And again. And holy fuck, one more time before she was spent, slumping forward, her forehead on his chest, her muscles lax. He undid the restraints around her wrists, Greg the ones around her ankles. Her lover caught her when she collapsed against him, scooping her in his arms and sitting down on a couch against the walls.
I thought she’d gone to sleep, or passed out, because she was so still. But then she let out a breathy laugh, squirming against his touch when he ran the tips of his fingers down her side. “Holy Jesus, Ed, the things you do to me.”
CHAPTER11
Wolfe
Iwas entranced. Utterly, deeply entranced. There was no escaping the fact that little Esme was totally turned on and trying to hide it. But her face was flushed, her lips parted, eyes wide, and the heat was rolling off her in waves. Washing over me, making my dick twitch, so that it was all I could do not to drag her into a nearby alcove and kiss her senseless.
All day, I’d been trying to get my head around how Esme made me feel. I didn’t feel any clearer on that now than I had this morning in the town square. Basically, she confused the fuck out of me. Sweet, innocent and funny, for sure. But also daring and game for anything, it seemed. It was a heady combination for me that knotted me up inside, made me feel things I didn’t want to feel, didn’tknowhow to feel. When I’d left her at the bar with Thelma, I’d made myself a promise. Give her this one night, then drop her home and never think about her again. It was in both of our best interests. A noble deed, actually, because there was no way a girl like Esme should have anything to do with a guy like me.
“You want to go back upstairs?”
She dragged her gaze away from the couple on the bench and when she turned to me, her pupils were dilated, her face still flushed, and heat swirled in her eyes. “Sure.”
I guided her in front of me up the corridor, scrubbing my hand over my face, suddenly exhausted. Desire for Esme was a fire in my blood, and I wasn’t sure I had the strength to tamp it down.
It didn’t help matters that as soon as we were up on the main floor, she knocked back the last of her drink, dumped it on a side table and said, “I feel like dancing.” With her fingers linked through mine, she dragged me behind her, into the press of bodies on the dance floor.
The music had a deeply primal bass beat, designed to set the mood, to be sensual. Really not what I needed right now, as Esme turned to face me, rested her hands lightly on my shoulders and started to move.
I tried to hold her away as much as I could, with my hands on her hips, keeping her at a distance. But she was having none of that, sliding her hands up to the back of my neck, her fingers toying with the hair at my nape. Pressing her body against me. “Put your arms around me, Wolfe.”
Fuck, I was a goner. It took all my strength not to drop my hands down to her ass when I slipped my arms around her, holding her as close as I dared. We swayed in time to the music, our bodies moving with a natural synchronicity that gave me an inkling of what it would be like to fuck her. Mind-blowing.
The best thing for me to do would be to pull away, turn around and head straight for the door. To drive off into the night, as far from Esmeralda White as I could possibly get. But wild horses couldn’t have dragged me away from her right now.
Her eyes were dark and fathomless in the pulsing purple light when she looked up at me. Fascinating. Mesmerizing. Fucking enthralling. I was lost in them.
“Kiss me.”
I didn’t even think about all the reasons this was a bad idea. I was lowering my head to hers, grazing my lips across hers, before my mind had even registered what I was doing.
She sighed against my lips. Any arguments I’d marshalled fornotkissing Esme were gone, completely forgotten, not even a shred of a memory.
The feel of Esme melting against me, opening her lips for me hungrily, was more than I could handle. I kissed her back just as hungrily, letting our tongues tangle, letting my hands slide down to her ass, letting myself surrender.
She let out a breathy moan when I pulled her closer still, and she could feel my hard cock pressing against her. The sound skittered over my skin, making its way upwards, where it finally registered in my brain.
I broke the kiss abruptly, raising my head and staring down at her. She took a moment to register we weren’t kissing anymore, and her eyelids fluttered open, looking at me, all slumberous and confused. Her lips were puffy from my kiss, and they formed an O of surprise when I barked out, “I need a drink,” and pulled her from the dance floor.
By the time I had her on a stool back at the bar, my blood had settled a little and I could put the mask back on, smile at her and make her another cocktail. I could feel her watching me closely as I moved around the bar, but I didn’t look at her, afraid of what I might see there.
Finally, placing the cocktail in front of her, I had to look at her, because it would be weird if I didn’t. I couldn’t hold back the feeling of relief that washed through me. The heat had died from her eyes, her lips were less swollen, the flush to her cheeks had abated. “What’s this?” She asked, sliding the glass closer across the marble surface, smiling politely. Mask well and truly in place. Good.
“Watermelon martini.”
“Awesome. Thanks.”