LEAD ME ON by Julie Ortolon (find a book to read TXT) 📕

“You are?”

He gave her a lopsided grin that seemed oddly self-deprecating. “I’m afraid I’m a little out of practice here, so I’d be a whole lot more comfortable if you’d agree to tell me when I do something you like, or don’t like.”

The embarrassment softened to tenderness. She didn’t believe he really was nervous, but it was sweet of him to try to put her at ease. “I’m afraid I’m a lot out of practice. And”—she dropped her gaze to his chest—“I’m worried I’ll disappoint you.”

He lifted her chin with a knuckle. “Not a chance, sweetheart. Just tell me if I do something that feels good. If there’s anything you want to do, tell me that, too.”

She lowered her lashes to hide her eyes. “There is one thing.”

“Yes?” He kissed the corners of her mouth.

“It’s just...”

“What?”

“Every time I look at you, I try to imagine you”— her cheeks flamed, but she forced the words out—“naked. I wonder what it would be like to ... touch you. Simply run my hands all over you. That probably sounds ridiculously tame, but I fantasize about touching you. A lot.”

She waited for him to laugh, or puff up with arrogance. Instead, he removed his jacket, then raised his hands and undid his tie. Next he unbuttoned his shirt. Her mouth watered as the shirt parted, revealing first his chest, with its gorgeous muscles and mat of black hair, then his taut stomach. She swallowed hard as he pulled the shirt-tails from his trousers, removed the garment completely, and tossed it aside.

She stood there, mesmerized, until he took hold of her wrists and placed her hands on his chest. The texture of his hair thrilled her. She spread her fingers to touch as much of him as possible and heard him draw a breath through his teeth. The breath made his chest expand, and she moved her hands in a slow circle to learn the shape and feel of him. Drawing her hands downward over his stomach, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to the center of his chest, where the hair formed a little swirl. His muscles twitched against her lips as his masculine scent filled her.

He ran his hands through her hair, pulling it out of the way, and she could feel him watching her. Giving herself over to impulse, she turned her head and caressed one of his nipples with her tongue.

With a groan, he pulled her head back and covered her lips in a full, openmouthed kiss, explosive with passion and need. She stroked him with her hands, petting his stomach and chest. He arched her head back farther, exposing her throat to his hungry mouth. His lips found a pulse point and the pressure of his mouth made her heart pound harder.

“Tell me,” he rasped, “does this fantasy of yours involve me touching you as well?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I want... I want you to touch me. I want to feel your hands on my body.”

He reached for the zipper at the back of her dress and drew it down slowly. “First I want to see this underwear of yours.”

He stepped back enough to let the dress fall to her feet. With her body tanned from living on the coast, she wore no hose, nothing but the satin and lace bra that barely covered her aching breasts, the French-cut panties, and high-heeled sandals.

His gaze moved over her, thoroughly, and when he lifted his eyes, she saw a desire that made her feel exotically beautiful. The look emboldened her enough to hold out her hand. He took it and led her to the bed. “Kneel on the mattress,” he told her.

She slipped off her shoes and did as he asked, facing him as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. Watching him, she realized this was no clumsy adolescent, eager to get to the deed as quickly as possible, but a man in his prime, with the restraint to linger and savor. The idea sent a shiver of excitement racing through her.

When he was nude, he knelt on the mattress as well, so they faced each other. This time, she placed her hands on his chest by herself as he cupped her lace-clad breasts. Like mirror images, they touched and tasted, each seeking out sensitive spots that made the other suck in a breath or moan for more.

He removed her bra, and bent his head to suckle her breasts. Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back, gloried in the heady rush of pleasure as he slipped a hand inside her panties and found her aching center. A purr-sounded deep in her throat.

“You like that?” he whispered as he caressed her.

“Y-yes. I— Oh yes.”

His touch grew bolder, making her bones feel weak. As the pleasure built, she felt faint and would have collapsed backward onto the pillows, but he caught her and held her to him. Then he was the one talking to her, whispering, telling her how beautiful she was, how much she excited him as his touch drove her higher. She closed her eyes, listening to his thrilling words as the tension grew tighter and tighter in her belly.

Then the tension snapped. Gasping in shock, she clung to him as she splintered into a thousand pieces.

Slowly, the world settled. She opened her eyes, startled and dazed, to find him smiling at her. When he saw her expression a chuckle rumbled in his chest. “First one?”

Her blush must have told him he’d guessed right.

He kissed her sweetly, smiling against her lips. “Well, it won’t be your last.”

The kiss deepened as he lavished her body with attention, stripping off her panties. By the time he stretched out on the bed, powerfully built and beautifully male, she’d lost all her inhibitions. Almost.

The shyness returned when he reached for a condom, removed it from the foil wrapper, and held it out to her. She stared at it, both surprised and curious since she’d never seen one in person. She’d definitely never touched