Page 77 of Player For Hire

He followed the high stretch of periwinkle fabric as it hugged my hip and nestled between my cheeks. He made a little twirling gesture and I swallowed down the nerves as I turned, allowing him to see just how much flesh I was showing back there.

I wasn’t exactly a thong girl, but it made me feel sexy and I knew he’d like it.

I’d never been the girl to dress for a man. I didn’t even know the first thing about doing it, to be honest, but with him, it was easy.

Well, I’d dressed for him with a little help from Iona, but still, everything with him felt huge and overwhelming—yet safe at the same time.

Was it only because of the lessons and how he knew how to pull out those things inside of me that I’d never known were hiding? Or were they just for him all along?

Overthinking it all fell away as he leaned forward and pressed kisses along my spine and over the curve of my ass.

He peeled the thong down until it fell to my ankles. “Step out, Naomi.”

I looked over my shoulder at him as he eased my legs open and drew his knees together until I had no choice but to straddle him. He eased me back along his body. I could feel how hard he was already, and I squirmed against his thickness.

Lightly, he trailed his fingers along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh and deliberately avoided my center. Instead, he made lazy tracks over my belly and ribs before he cupped my breasts. “Relax against me.”

Was this a lesson? I thought this was just us. But maybe the lines were blurring.

He eased my hair over my other shoulder and kissed the skin he’d revealed. “I knew you’d be beautiful in candlelight, but not this beautiful.” His hands went back to my breasts as he lightly cupped me, then he stroked his thumbs over each nipple.

I couldn’t help but grind against him with each almost touch. So soft they were little more than whispers of sensation.

He was leisurely.

Patient in a way I couldn’t fathom as he explored every inch of me. Breasts, shoulders, neck, belly, legs…everything but where I needed him most.

The heavy, syrupy music washed over me until I was nearly crazy with need. He tugged at my earlobe with his teeth.

I tugged his hands up to my breasts to cover them. “You’re driving me crazy. Aren’t you crazy?”

“Can’t you feel how hard I am?”

“Yes, but…”

“But I know it’s going to be so good when I do get inside you. Do you have any idea how good it feels when your pussy tightens around me?”

“No.”

His touch roughened a little on my breasts as he plucked at my nipples through the satin. “Warm, soft, so wet and hot at the same time. There’s nothing like it. Only thing that compares is that treacherous mouth of yours.” He slid one hand up to my neck and held me still against him. “When you took me so goddamn deep into your throat in the elevator…” He groaned against my ear. “I can feel your pulse speeding up. Do you like this?”

I swallowed against his palm on my neck. His fingers were firm, but not too tight as his thumb brushed lightly along the underside of my jaw.

I’d read about this in books. How could I not with all the super sexy books I’d read with Iona? Knowing the reality of it was far different.

His other hand slid down over my belly and finally, he slipped between my thighs. “Oh, so fucking wet.”

Of course I was wet. He’d been teasing me for ages.

“Tonight isn’t about lessons, but I’m tempted to see if you want one.”

I stilled. “It’s about us tonight,” I said thickly. But I couldn’t help wanting to know what he was thinking. I ached to ask him where he was headed.

“How about a short one?” He nipped at my shoulder. “Maybe we’ll just call this extra credit. If you want to.” His hand eased on my neck as he slowly stroked me until I was quaking. “It takes trust, even at the first level of breath play.”

“And you’ll stop if it’s too much?”

He stilled between my thighs.