“By all means. Let the games begin.”
Her eyes gleaming with heated mischief, she gently grasped his wrists, settled his hands at his sides, then flicked open the button of his shorts.
Brett stood in an agony of anticipation, watching her slowly lower his zipper then slip her hands inside his waistband to push his boxers and shorts down in a single, fluid motion. When the clothes hit his ankles, he stepped out of them and pushed them aside with his foot, heaving a massive sigh of relief that his body no longer felt strangled.
But his relief was short-lived as she pressed her palms against his chest and urged him back several paces. Then she moved off the bed to stand before him, her avid gaze roaming over him.
“Very nice,” she said, her fingertips drawing slow circles on his abdomen. His muscles jumped beneath her touch and he clenched his hands to keep from simply snatching her against him and devouring her.
“Glad you approve,” he managed to say, his voice sounding as if he’d swallowed gravel.
Her gaze settled on his erection and she licked her lips. Fire raced through him, feeling that look, that lick, as if she’d actually touched him. Tasted him. His entire body tightened, and he seriously doubted his ability to remain still much longer.
And she hadn’t even touched him yet.
God help him.
“Oh, I definitely approve,” she said in a low, seductive voice he could only describe as a purr, one which didn’t bode well for his rapidly evaporating control. She walked slowly around him, dragging her fingertips across his bare hip, until she stood directly behind him. “Rear view is…lovely. Tell me, is this the spot-” her fingers lightly circled the base of his spine “-where you said the most sensitive cluster of nerves in the body is located?”
He sucked in a breath. “Yeah. That’s the spot.”
Her fingers tickled over the area again, shooting arrows of pleasure through him. “Are you sure?” she asked, sounding puzzled. “Right here? Because I would have thought other places were more sensitive. I think perhaps we should conduct an experiment to test the validity of your assertion.”
“Wow. I love it when you talk science to me.”
“You’re up for an experiment?”
He gazed pointedly down at his straining erection then looked at her over his shoulder. “Clearly.”
A devilish gleam burned in her eyes. “Excellent. For each place I touch your body, I want you to give a number from one to ten, with ten being the most sensitive, and we’ll see which spot wins. How does that sound?”
“Really, really good…is that one of those highly scientific terms? Like ‘wow’?”
“Yes. Except in this case, it’s an understatement. Of gargantuan proportions.”
“I see.” Her fingers circled the back of his spine once again and a low moan escaped him. “Well?” she asked, pressing warm kisses across his shoulders. “What’s your rating?”
“I give it a ten.”
Her fingers dragged slowly downward, over his buttocks. “And this?”
“A ten.”
She stepped closer to him, and he felt the warmth of her body down the entire length of his. Her hard nipples brushed his back, erotically teasing, and her fingers dipped lower to caress the backs of his thighs. “Here?”
“Ten,” he said, his voice low and rough.
Kayla chuckled, the puff of breath caressing his overheated skin. “I’m seeing a pattern here.”
“I’m
She walked around to stand in front of him. Grasping his wrists, she raised his hands. “Behind your neck,” she instructed. After he’d clasped his fingers together, she skimmed her talented fingertips down the undersides of his upraised arms. Heat shot to his every nerve ending. When she raised a questioning brow, he promptly decreed, “Ten.”
Next she lightly circled his nipples. “Well?”
“Ten.”
Leaning forward she dragged her wet tongue across his nipple then gently suckled.
He pulled in a breath. “Eleven.”
Triumph flared in her eyes. “Ah-ha! A breakthrough. It appears not only that the spine might not be the most sensitive spot, but also that sensitivity depends not only on where you touch, but what you touch with-your fingers or your mouth.”
“You definitely could be on to something,” he agreed. “Further investigation is absolutely called for.”
“You don’t mind?”
“I’ll try to grin and bear it. For the sake of science.”
“That’s what I like-a team player.”
“I’m definitely game.”
Her fingertips skimmed lower to feather over his hips. He gripped his hands tighter together behind his neck as his muscles contracted in rolling spasms of pleasure.
“Ten,” he said.
Brett watched her hands coast over his thighs, down his legs, behind his knees, each time saying “Ten,” each pass of her hands further tightening his body and peeling away another layer of his control. Everywhere she touched him, it felt as if fire raced beneath his skin. And she’d touched him everywhere-except his penis, which strained upward, hard and aching. His breathing turned labored and the effort he expended to remain still had him nearly shaking. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take.
“Spread your legs,” she said.
His gaze snapped to hers, and without a word, he did as she asked. Her fingers dipped into the crease between his thighs and a low growl escaped him. With his gaze pinned to hers, he said in a rough voice, “Twelve.”
Her warm palm cupped his tight sac and gently squeezed. He sucked in a hard breath. “Fourteen.”
She released him, then trailed a single fingertip down his hard length. His erection jerked at the featherlight contact and he groaned. When he didn’t speak, she asked, “Your rating?”
“Do it again.”
After she obliged, he rasped, “Twenty.”
She raised her brows. “Interesting.” Her gaze rested on his arousal, and he tensed in expectation. When she wrapped her fingers around him, his eyes slammed shut and he pulled in a quick, harsh breath.
“Number?” she asked, gently squeezing him.
“Thirty.” The word came out in a low groan and he opened his eyes. “And just FYI-my powers of speech are rapidly vanishing.”
“Good. Let’s see what this does.” She sat on the edge of the bed, urged him closer, then leaned forward and gave his shaft a long, slow lick, from base to tip.
A tremor ran through him, but before he could recover, she licked him again, this time sweeping her tongue over the sensitive head before looking up at him through glittering green eyes.
“Well?” she asked.
“You’re driving me insane.”
She lazily circled the tip of her tongue around the engorged head and he clenched his teeth against the aching pleasure. “Good insane, or bad insane?”
“Good,” he gasped, as she leaned forward and slowly drew him into her mouth. “So…ahhh…good.”
He watched her draw him in deeper, and he lowered his hands to sift them unsteadily through her soft hair. The erotic sight and incredible feel of her hot, silky mouth moving over him with a slow, mind-destroying rhythm, the sensation of her hands dipping between his legs to cup and caress him, was quickly bringing him to the brink. His vision blurred when she engulfed him deeper and sucked. Hard. He held off coming by sheer will, but when she repeated that tight, control-shredding draw, he knew he was done.
With a feral groan, he eased himself free of her plump lips. She looked up at him with a heated expression that all but incinerated him where he stood.
“I haven’t evened the score yet,” she said.
“Believe me, it’s about to be evened. But when it is, I want you with me.”
