Tempted by You

by Tiffany Clare

  Teddy followed with his own release, pumping into her so hard that her body convulsed around his, lengthening her own orgasm. Once their breathing leveled out, he held her face between his hands, his thumbs touching the corners of her mouth. “We should move to the bed.”

  She could only nod her agreement. She felt so sated and pliant and unable to move an inch as the feeling of her release ebbed and she slowly came back into her body.

  Grasping her rear, he lifted her from the piano and walked toward his bed. Climbing across the plush mattress on his knees, still holding her close to his body with his cock still firm and deep inside her.

  He laid her down, his torso pressed along hers. “What do you like, Rosa?”

  “I like this just fine. But I would prefer it if we removed our clothes.”

  The tips of her fingers brushed along his jaw. He shook his head at her request. “I want to take this slow.”

  “It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?” There was an edge of laughter in her voice.

  Pressing his lips to hers, he demonstrated what he meant by taking his time. His tongue traced a teasing path over the crease between her lips. Taking her bottom lip between his, he released it with deliberate slowness. “I didn’t have the chance to explore you the last time we were together. I want to know all your secrets, sweet Rosa.”

  “At your will.” Longing filled her voice, but she could not take it back now that he’d heard it. She sat up to remove her chemise, but his hand pressed her back down.

  “Let me,” he said.

  His mouth nipped a seductive path over her hipbone, his tongue flicking out between the shower of small kisses he placed to her outer thigh, knee, and shin as he rolled her stockings down.

  He pushed her chemise high enough to expose her stomach and the bottom curve of her breast. She wondered what his expression held on seeing her, and wished he would climb back up her body so she could feel the set of his features to better understand how he looked at her. Would there be a crease in his brow as he concentrated on pleasing her? Did he bite his lip in the throes of lovemaking? Did he close his eyes and savor the feel of her instead of watching her every move?

  As he kissed a light path over her knee again, caressing and tickling the soft flesh behind with his fingers, she reached for his shoulders so she could anchor herself to the moment a little better. She wanted him to take his clothes off and slide into her body once again.

  He kissed the inside of her palm before her hand landed on his shoulder. “Should I kiss you everywhere? Or would you like to tell me exactly what you like?”

  “I like everything you are doing to me,” she answered breathlessly.

  His hand skimmed up her thigh, his palm cupped her mound, and he held it tight for a moment. The fluttering of heightened awareness that concentrated in her stomach suddenly had the walls of her sex spasming and clenching in need of so much more of his touch.

  “And what of this? Do you like it when I touch you here like this?”

  “Yes,” she moaned. Her legs spread wider, needing him to touch her deeper. Harder.

  His hot breath replaced the pressure from his hand. “May I?”

  She wanted to scream yes, but once again couldn’t voice her thoughts the moment he blew a hot stream of air against her damp center. She felt a rush of dew and heard his groan of approval as he swiped his tongue over that intimate part of her body.

  Turning his head away from her hot center he nibbled at her inner thigh. “You don’t mind me doing this, do you?”

  She shook her head and managed to say, “Don’t stop.”

  Willing herself to remain motionless and to just feel what he offered, she fisted her hands around the counterpane beneath them.

  With his hand pushing out her thigh, he urged her to spread her legs even wider. “Open for me, darling. I just want to see what all this pretty flesh looks like.”

  Before she even had a chance to be embarrassed about his candid request, his mouth settled over her again, his tongue slicking hotly over her core. He rumbled his approval against her heated sex.

  Arching off the bed, she threw her head back in a soundless plea for more. When his tongue found her clitoris, she cried out, giving voice to the depth of her desire to have this man do very wicked things to her.

  He pulled away long enough to ask, “So that’s where you wanted to be touched most.”

  “Yes.” Her voice didn’t sound like her own.

  Releasing his hold on her thighs, he spread the lips of her sex once more and set about tasting the little nub of swollen flesh that he exposed to the cool air surrounding them. Sucking the bud of her sex into his mouth, he released it long enough to rotate his tongue and lave lower into her cream before sucking that little pleasure spot again.

  Letting go of the counterpane beneath her, she threaded her fingers through his hair to take a handful in her grasp. She couldn’t stop herself, she couldn’t be gentle; she needed him to rub so much harder. In mimicry of their early intercourse, she rocked her sex against his lips and the gentle, intermittent nip of his teeth. Sliding his hands under her buttocks, he tilted her so he could bury his face deeper and ate at her like a man starved.

  He sucked away the cream of her pleasure and continued to kiss and lick at her most sensitive parts. It wasn’t long before she was crying out his name, begging him to never stop. The sensation became so much she squeezed his head between her thighs and rocked hard against his mouth.

  Sweet heaven.

  Her body throbbed and convulsed around his mouth as she lost herself completely to the moment. His thumb thrust inside her sheath, pushing in and out at an unhurried pace. His tongue still worked over that sweet spot and then she felt as though she were flying free as a wave of pleasure crashed into her and washed through her whole body. The pleasure tensed then softened her limbs the moment she hit her crisis. Even the hand she tangled in his hair flopped lazily to the bed as she surrendered fully to the ecstasy of his touch.

  Her legs fell open and her body grew slack as Teddy kissed her thighs and her hipbone before sitting between her spread knees. Hiking up her chemise, he pulled the material over her head and tossed it away. Then he moved away leaving her hot and hungry for more of his touch.

  The sound of his shoes hitting the floor before the edge of the bed dipped as he sat, presumably to remove his pants. She was too satiated to even assist him. When the jut of his smooth cock landed on her hip, her body reawakened.

  “I wish to return the pleasure you have given me, Teddy.”

  He stilled with the suggestion. When he didn’t respond, she reached down to clasp his cock, and rolled the pad of her thumb over the tip, rubbing in the pearl of semen it had emitted.

  His body came down to rest next to hers, and his hair brushed the side of her face. His lips branded her shoulder and collarbone. “If you’ll recall, I said I wanted to learn all your secrets. I might have to taste every inch of you before the night is through.”

  “I want nothing more than to taste you as you have tasted me.” She grasped the base of his cock and stroked it, pulling the skin back from the head.

  When she attempted to scoot lower down the bed, Teddy caught her under her arms and rolled on top of her. Her legs opened to him immediately, putting the thrust of his cock against the sensitive folds of her sex.

  “I’m not done playing with you just yet. But I will take you up on that offer ... later.”

  She wiggled a little, trying to lodge the head of his manhood deeper inside her.

  “I desire to have you again.”

  “I more than desire you, Rosa. You’ve made a right mess of me. I can’t get you out of my head, and thoughts of you have become so constant that I can no longer function when you aren’t near to me.”

  His words fired through her body, acting as an aphrodisiac to her senses.

  TEDDY DECIDED THAT THIS WAS the very definition of ecstasy: the feel of Rosa naked and wanting beneath his heavier weight,
the laughter in her voice as she teased him into taking more, and the sweet taste of her body as she found release with him.

  He couldn’t get enough of this woman. She was the embodiment of temptation.

  His Rosa. His sweet Rosa. He’d have her every way he could imagine for the rest of the night. Really, he wanted to make up for the night he’d denied her pleasure. Never again would he do so, because watching her come undone in his arms brought him a gratification so deep it kept him hard and wanting her.

  When her neck arched, he nipped at the exposed skin, flicking his tongue over the erratic pulse at her throat. He molded his palm over her stomach and higher over her breast. He wanted to suckle her there, pull the tips of her breasts deep into his mouth and he would but he needed her promise for tomorrow.

  “I want you all to myself, Rosa. Will you stay in bed with me tomorrow?”

  She was silent for a moment. As she tilted her head back, he watched her suck her bottom lip into her mouth, nibbling at the delicate edge with her teeth. He wanted to run his tongue along the seam of her mouth, feel the contrasting texture of her strong teeth and the soft yielding flesh of her lips.

  “If you that’s what you desire ...”

  He kissed her lips gently. “I want you to want it, Rosa.”

  “A whole day with no one but ourselves sounds like a splendid idea.” Her eyes narrowed, puckering up her brows. “So long as you feed me.”

  His lips tilted at the corners in a smile.

  “That I can promise.” Hands wrapped about her hips, he pushed her back down to the bed and thrust back into her welcoming body.

  ROSA OPENED HER MOUTH FOR the treat Teddy offered. She was sharing yet another idyllic morning with Teddy. She felt like she should be doing something more where her brother was concerned, but was at a loss as to exactly what she could do. No word had come in days. And it was partially her fault that Teddy had stayed home instead of searching for her brother. She’d been reluctant to let him go, knowing that she couldn’t keep him forever. Knowing that once their lazy mornings ended, she would have to face reality and forget the fantasy she’d been living in for the past week.

  Was it wrong to indulge this way? Was it wrong to want to pretend that everything was perfect when they were tucked away together where no one could intrude? Every time the guilt crept up on her mind she squashed it down, wanting just a little more time with Teddy. Wanting a little more of this perfect life they shared before it all came crashing down around her. But it was time to put some distance between them. While they’d worked feverishly on his compositions and discussing her music at great length, his concerto was nearly complete and could soon be rehearsed by the musicians he’d chosen for his orchestration.

  Something soft brushed over her lips as he slid the tangy morsel over her tongue. She shoved the melancholic thoughts away, wanting to focus on Teddy fully.

  “Bite down,” he said.

  Fresh sweetness washed over her taste buds as her teeth bit through a ripe strawberry. Chewing the tasty fruit, she swallowed and hoped he had plenty more to share because she’d not had strawberries since summertime. “Where did you find such a treat in the dead of winter?”

  “I cannot divulge my secrets, or I fear there will be a strawberry shortage in the de Burgh household.” His voice held a note of teasing.

  “May I have another?” She’d already found his hand with her mouth. When she tried to take another bite of the fruit, he pulled it away and she only caught the end. She licked the juice that dribbled down her lip. “Don’t tease me so.”

  “Now, now. You’ll have to work for this strawberry; it just so happens to be the last one.”

  Her mouth dropped open in shock. “But I’ve only had one. Tell me you jest?”

  “I was hungry on my way up. I couldn’t help but sample the treats. The strawberries in particular.”

  Pouting out her bottom lip, she asked, “What shall I offer in exchange for the berry?”

  He brushed the nibbled end of the fruit over her bottom lip. The smell reminded her of the summers when she and her brother would pick wild berries in their fields.

  “What do you suppose it’s worth?”

  She wrinkled her nose and contemplated exactly what the strawberry was worth. “Hmmm ... I can think of a number of things in exchange for the last strawberry.”

  Stretching out her arm, she walked the tips of her fingers up his naked leg with slow deliberation.

  “You should share these ideas.”

  Having a good idea of where he sat in relation from her, she pounced on him, tackling him down to the bed. Her robe pulled where her knee caught it, making it near impossible to shift over him so she landed across his torso. Not that she minded the position. He rolled them both over, reversing their positions.

  Untangled, but trapped in a much more pleasant way, she said, “We could start with a kiss.” She placed her lips against his chest and trailed the tip of her tongue higher until she reached just under his chin. “Or if you like, I could kiss you in a different direction altogether.” Her fingers slid downward, showing him exactly what she meant.

  She waited. She wasn’t giving him what he wanted until he gave up the berry. He shifted her leg, his thigh pressing tight against her mound and she felt the thrust of his manhood against her stomach.

  He caught her hands and raised them above her head, trapping them.

  “Tell me you didn’t eat my strawberry.”

  “Uh-uh.”

  His nose rubbed against hers, and she could smell the tangy fruit a moment before his mouth lowered to hers. She bit half of the strawberry and ate it with a gusto that had nothing to do with sating her hunger for food. He’d obviously eaten the other half, for his lips brushed against hers.

  “You’re a wretched tease.”

  “You should be nice considering I shared the last strawberry with you.” He rolled away and pulled her up to a sitting position. The robe fell open to expose her breasts and she left it, hoping it inflamed his desire to taste her as he had last night.

  “I’ve never eaten in bed with anyone. It’s decidedly the most delicious way to break one’s fast,” she said.

  “I’m glad to introduce you to something new. Open your mouth for the next treat.”

  She shouldn’t indulge in his kindnesses quite so much, for she was bound to be disappointed in herself when left to her own devices; men eventually bored of the women they desired once they had seduced and conquered them.

  When she opened her mouth for him, she could smell the scrambled eggs before she tasted them. They were fluffy but had cooled while she and Teddy and consumed the sweeter part of breakfast.

  Cinching the robe closed and tying the sash tight about her waist, she held out her hand, hoping he’d hand her the fork. “I’m quite capable of feeding myself.”

  What she really wanted was to stop playing these endearing games with him. They must finish his concerto, find her brother, and then she could go back to her usual routine. Her need for more of this—of him—must stop. It was dangerous to want to depend on someone else.

  “Here,” he said, placing the fork in her hand and guiding her other hand to the small plate the eggs were piled on.

  “I know I promised to stay the day, but I must get back to my room to bathe and refresh myself. Then we can start working on your concerto this afternoon. You must be anxious to finish it.”

  “I have a bathing chamber on the other side of my dressing room. We can save time by sharing the water,” he suggested.

  Buttered toast was pressed to her lips. She took a bite, thinking on his offer.

  “We could.” Though that was a very bad idea and one she wouldn’t indulge in. She slipped out of the bed, knowing it was for the best. “I’ll be back in a few short hours.”

  “I was hoping to convince you to join me for a rehearsal later today.”

  “You know I can’t.” She’d already told him that she wouldn’t be seen with him in public, it ha
d been her condition in staying in his town house. “Once your rehearsals start, you’ll no longer need my assistance,” she felt compelled to point out, though not for his sake, but for hers.

  “What of our agreement? I haven’t written anything but the bones of one of your songs. I owe you much more than that.”

  “You needn’t worry about my work. Your hands are full right now, Teddy. My only concern is my brother, not my music.”

  She heard his sigh of frustration and wished they were in a more formal setting where she felt less exposed.

  Changing the subject, she said, “I heard you working on some variations of Bach’s violin partitas earlier this morning. Will you be playing it or do you have a violinist in mind for the opening?”

  “I didn’t mean to wake you. It’s just something I have been working on for a separate commission. And you changed the subject rather cleverly.” He tapped her nose, then kissed it.

  “I simply wanted to emphasize the fact that you have a lot to deal with right now. That you are finding time for my brother at all is a blessing to me.”

  “Speaking of topic changes, I had every intention of spending the day working on your solo pieces since everyone will be at church this morning. The longer I am in your company, the more I find you and what you’ve created inspiring.”

  He reached for her hand before she could fully escape. She wanted to bask in the pleasure of his touch, relent and fall back into his arms, but she knew the best thing for them both would be to set boundaries before it was too late.

  A part of her knew that it was already too late. She was in love with this man. And walking away from him would hurt.

  “The depth of your ability is astounding and I feel privileged that you let me explore the beauty of your work.” His words swelled in her heart, making her hate the fact that she had to deny him anything, even her company.