Brian nodded in greeting. Beside him, Adrian glanced over his shoulder then stared openly at her, his eyes darkening in desire. Her heart accelerated with hope.
Without taking his gaze off her, he stepped over to greet her. Unfortunately, so did Brian.
“We meet again, Mr. Robinson.” She held out her hand to Adrian.
He took it, but instead of shaking it, his tender caress sent chills of pleasure down her spine. Against the inside of her dress, her unbound nipples hardened and rubbed the bodice. She still wore her wrap so it wasn’t noticeable.
“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Mrs. Carmichael.” He lifted her hand to his mouth and brushed a kiss across her knuckles.
Her smile widened. Tonight’s seduction might be easier than it’d been a week ago.
“Colette, how are you, my dear?” Brian stepped forward and kissed her cheek.
With regret, she pulled her gaze from Adrian’s royal blue eyes and looked at Brian. “I’m well. How are you and your lovely wife?”
“Same as ever. I’m delighted you could make it.”
She laughed. “And I’m delighted your wife invited me.” She glanced at Adrian who still hadn’t withdrawn his stare. “And I’m especially pleased to see you and your wife have such good taste in friends.”
The corner of Adrian’s mouth lifted in a grin, the dimple in his cheek more apparent. Yummy.
Just then the butler stepped over to her. “May I take your wrap?”
The moment she’d waited for had arrived and Adrian would be the first to witness it. Perfect.
She opened the white wrap and shrugged it off her shoulders, keeping special attention on Adrian’s expression. His mouth parted in a small gasp while his gaze ran over the length of her dress, stopping on the deep cut of her bodice. His mouth closed and settled into a grin before he lifted his attention to her face.
“Mrs. Carmichael, you literally take my breath away.”
His words took her breath away. “Thank you.” She openly glanced over his body, admiring again the way the tuxedo molded to his muscles and emphasized the right body parts. “And you, Mr. Robinson, leave me breathless as well.”
He held out his elbow. “May I escort you inside?”
She slipped her hand around his arm. “It would be my pleasure.”
Colette thought it an honor to walk beside the most handsome man at the party. He retrieved two glasses of champagne and she hungrily watched him as his long, lean, fingers caressed the stem of the glass. She wanted those fingers on her. She also liked the way his lips moved when he talked, charming not only her, but many others.
She enjoyed the way he glanced down at her, the way his cobalt eyes would twinkle when he laughed at something she said. Her heart leapt when it was just the two of them and they spoke not a word, but their eyes communicated perfectly.
It amazed her how Adrian could make her feel special. She wasn’t used to this emotion. Not once while in his presence did she feel cheap or like used goods. He treated her like a queen, getting her champagne, pulling out her chair when she sat, and especially, the way he looked at her with such softness in his eyes. At times, she wanted to curl against his chest and hide herself from the rest of the world.
She stopped her thoughts from heading in that direction. Adrian wasn’t here to comfort her. He was here for one reason and one reason only—seduction to the fullest.
Brian had left them alone, after interrupting Adrian for the tenth time, and Colette wished the older man would just stay away. Adrian leaned his shoulder on the same wall she had her back against. His gaze moved in leisure over her face, down her neck, then to her breasts. Her nipples hardened. Once again, her heart sped out of control from the tenderness in his eyes. None of her other conquests made her feel such excitement.
When he met her stare, he smiled. “So, Colette, what are your plans for tonight?”
“Well, after the party, I’d planned on going home and enjoying a nice warm soak in my garden tub.”
He traced his finger softly on her bare shoulder and she shivered. “I have a better idea.”
“What’s that?”
“What if we both enjoy a nice hot soak in your garden tub?”
She laughed. “You’re right, that’s a better idea, but….”
“But?”
“What changed your mind? If you recall our last conversation, you were trying to talk me out of doing things like that.”
His chest shook with silent laughter. “That was before your seductive kiss in your kitchen.”
Her throat suddenly became dry. She nodded.
“And that was before I had actually weighed the options presented to me,” he added.
“And what are those?”
His hand moved up to her hair. He took a lock between his fingers and caressed. “You want me. I want you. What more is there to say?”
Her breathing quickened. Lord help her, but he was doing the seducing now. Definitely a change.
“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s leave.”
He shrugged. “I’m waiting for the okay from Brian. He happens to think he can tell me when to leave.”
“What do you think?”
“I think I’d better kiss his ass just a little while longer. After all, he’s only been my boss for a week.”
She laughed. “You don’t seem like the kind of man who lowers himself to kissing asses.”
His grin stretched and he moved in closer. Her elbow bumped against his chest, and she wanted to run her hand down his torso, down to his pants to see if his bulge could get any larger.
“Depends on the ass.”
She didn’t think her grin could get any bigger, but it continued to widen. “You’re such a sweet talker and know just how to charm the socks off any woman.”
“But you’re not just any woman.” His gaze dropped to her lips. “And believe me, I wouldn’t stop at just your socks.”
She wanted to grab him and push him against the wall and have her way with him—right there. But she resisted, so as not to embarrass their hosts.
“Then I suggest you hurry and make up an excuse to tell your boss, because you’re taking me home. You’ve made me hotter than a cheetah in heat and you need to deal with it.”
“I think I can accommodate you there, my dear.” He chuckled and pulled away. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be right back.” He strode across the room. She tried to calm her erratic heart. How could Adrian turn her on so quickly? Several times tonight she thought she’d melt into a pool of desire around his feet. Seduction was her job, not his.
Whatever happened tonight, she had to stay in control of her emotions. She couldn’t, under any circumstance, fall for this incredible looking man who treated her like no other had done before. He was a means to an end. That’s all.
CHAPTER FIVE
As soon as Adrian slid next to Colette in the backseat of her limo, he slipped his arm across her shoulders. The semi-darkness of the car set the mood. He wanted to finish the seduction. If all she wanted was sex, he’d give it to her, only because he figured it was the only way to get her out of his system.
But what if she wanted more than just sex? What did she really want from him? Hopefully, he’d find out tonight. There had to be a reason she chose him out of all the men in Manhattan even though he figured his father had something to do with it.
The limo lurched into motion. The steady movement caused him to relax.
Colette turned into him, her hand snaking out to hold his, which rested on his lap. “Now, where did we leave off last?”
“Ummm, let’s see. I think we were talking about ass kissing—or better yet, sinking my teeth into something tender and enjoyable.”
She laughed. “As long as it’s not too painful.”
“No, I promise to only bring you pleasure.”
She leaned her head back, moving it from side to side as she rubbed his hand. She smelled so good. Good enough to bite—which he planned to do later on
tonight.
He liked the curve of her neck, offering, tempting him to the point of no return. But he couldn’t start anything now. Not here in the car.
“Colette? I want to taste every part of your body.”
She turned and looked at him, giving him a lazy smile. “Every part? Even my toes?”
“Yes, but I think I’ll start with your earlobes and work my way down.” He leaned in and kissed the skin at the hollow of her neck just below her ear.
“Hmmm, you make my body tingle,” she said with a sigh.
He knew exactly how she felt, because his body experienced the same sensation. “And you, my sexy woman, make me hot all over.” He stroked her earlobe with his tongue.
“Then we’re evenly matched.”
She turned her head and he pulled back just enough to look at her. It would be easy to kiss her lips again, but it seemed all she wanted was to stare into his eyes.
He traced the curve of her face with his finger. “Why don’t you look your age?”
Her eyebrows rose. “Why does it matter?”
“You’re just too damn sexy and young looking to be thirty-five.”
“Does it make a difference? When you look at me, is that all you think about?”
“No.”
“Then what are you worried about?”
“I don’t know. I’m just not sure you’re real, that’s all.”
Her hand moved on his lap and brushed over his erection. He held his breath while she gently caressed him. “Can you feel that?”
He nodded, afraid of what his voice would sound like if he answered right now.
“Do I feel real?”
Real enough that he could lose control at any moment. “Yes.”
“Then my age shouldn’t matter.” She cupped him and he groaned. “All you should see is that we’re perfect for each other.”
He closed his eyes. Groaning, he shifted and leaned back against the seat, giving her better access. He pulled on her shoulders, encouraging her to cuddle next to him. She did. Her leg even crossed over his, her calf rubbing his.
“Adrian, look at me.”
He opened his eyes. Desire etched her beautiful face. She licked her lips, and he repeated the motion to his own lips.
“My driver can’t see us. The glass is shaded.”
“What are you suggesting?”
She grinned. “You know damn well what I’m suggesting.”
“Can’t you wait until we get to your place?”
“Adrian, I’ve never made love in a car before. I want you to be my first.”
He pulled her closer, growling as he cupped her breast, her nipple already hardened. He stroked his thumb over it. “How long before we reach your house?”
She leaned forward and pressed an intercom button. “Bently? Could you drive around for another half hour? I don’t feel like going home just yet.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She clicked it off and returned to his side.
He grinned. “Does everyone do what you tell them?”
“No, not everyone—just those who like me.”
“Then tell me what you want me to do.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “You want me to be in control?”
“That sounds interesting. What did you have in mind?”
When she laughed, the sound came from deep within her throat. “First off, I want you to undo your pants and show me what you’ve got.”
Without questioning, he did as asked. Relaxing into the black leather seat, he unbuckled his belt and opened the single button before sliding down the zipper. He reached in and withdrew his large, more than ready, arousal.
Although there wasn’t much light, only from the passing streetlights, she still gasped when she saw him. “Oh, my. What an incredible piece of flesh you have there.”
He chuckled. “All for your pleasure.”
She smiled and leaned closer, her face mere inches from his. “You are going to please me, Adrian. I just know it.”
Her lips pressed against his in a slow, seductive kiss as her hand wrapped around his shaft. The more passionate the kiss became, the wilder her hand moved. She nibbled his lower lip then sucked it in her mouth. Her tongue snaked out and speared him with heat then she withdrew.
“Adrian, I want you to undress me.”
He liked her game … liked it too damn much. Never had he had this much fun. He reached for the latch behind her neck that held the bodice over her breasts. His expert fingers unfastened, helping the garment slide down her chest. Before him, her golden-from-the-sun breasts were bared for his view only. It was his turn to inhale sharply.
“Damn, woman. You’re beautiful.”
He touched her, gingerly at first, then a little harder as he toyed with her nipples, making them stiffer than they already were. She still had her hand around his arousal, pumping slowly.
She released him and joined his hands on her breasts. He liked watching her touch herself the same way he did. She closed her eyes, her mouth parted in a smile.
“Come closer,” he instructed. “I want to taste them.”
She shook her head. “Not now.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Then what do you want, my little tigress?”
“You haven’t finished undressing me.”
He moved his hands down, exposing more of her beautiful body. She rose to her knees and wiggled out, helping him as he pushed the material over her hips, down to her knees. Red thong panties covered what he wanted to see. He reached out to remove them, but she stopped his hands.
“I want to do it,” she told him.
Excitement made his erection jump. Damn, this woman was too much. But he could handle her.
Slipping her fingers in the sides, she slowly pulled down the elastic. As her fingers slid down her body, they inched closer between her legs. His arousal grew to an uncomfortable size, anticipating the final moment.
When her fingers passed by the small triangle of hair between her legs, she let out a small moan. He swallowed, moistening his dry throat.
Soon, she pulled the panties down far enough for him to see all of her. Her body couldn’t be more perfect—breasts large enough to fit in his hands yet small enough to devour with his mouth, her stomach flat, tight, and her hips slender. Now he wanted to touch, to kiss, to taste everything she had to offer.
After tossing the garments to the floor, she scooted up next to him.
“Straddle me,” he commanded in a gentle tone.
“No, not yet.”
He almost couldn’t stand her teasing, yet knew that was the reason his body burned with readiness. “Not yet?” His voice cracked. “Aw, Colette, you’re torturing me.”
She smiled. “That’s my purpose.” She positioned her legs by separating her thighs. “Touch me.”
He didn’t have to be asked twice. He slipped his fingers into the slick, hot juncture on her body. He pushed one finger inside then two as his thumb stroked her swollen bud. Letting out a moan, she arched, and he wanted to fasten his mouth to her breast. But he’d wait until she told him to.
“Colette, touch me.” He couldn’t believe she’d reduced him to begging. Thankfully, though, she did as he asked and wrapped her hand around his throbbing penis. Her thumb rubbed across his tip and wetness gathered. Damn, he was losing control fast.
He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, trying to gain control, but her hand moved faster, bolder, torturing him more than he could stand. He quickened the rhythm of his fingers to match the speed of her hand. It only turned him on more.
Her cries of ecstasy filled the car, and he hoped to hell the driver couldn’t hear. He looked at her. Big mistake. The way she tossed her head back and bounced on his fingers was almost more than he could stand. The hand that wasn’t stroking him fondled her breast, pinching the nipple, and molding roughly. He reached out to help, but she took his hand and sucked on his fingers.
A deep groan tore loose from his chest as she nibbled each tip, then licked
, then sucked one by one into her very hot mouth. Once she moistened each of his fingers, she pushed his hand down to touch her nipples, transferring the wetness to her skin. He groaned again. This woman was incredible.
He closed his eyes and let himself experience every earth-shattering, torturous thing she did to him. But soon her body shifted and when he opened his eyes to see what she’d done, he inhaled sharply. Her mouth was mere inches from the hand pumping him. Her tongue darted out and touched the tip of him. God Almighty!
“Colette … noooo—”
“Yes,” she replied before opening her mouth and nearly swallowing his engorged member.
The heady moisture from her mouth surrounding his flesh was his undoing. Any moment he’d lose it, and he didn’t want it to happen this way.
He yanked her up and pulled her to him, straddling her legs on the way. Out of his pocket he pulled out a small package and ripped it open, sheathing the rubber over his arousal. She spread her thighs as she positioned herself over him. He brought her breasts to his mouth, and the moment he placed his tongue on a nipple, she slid her body on top of him.
Together, their voices echoed in rapture. While she moved her hips up and down, she held his face to her breasts, moving his mouth back and forth between breasts. He finally sucked onto a nipple and held, enjoying the throaty moans coming from her.
She reached between their bodies to his shaft again, touching him as it went inside of her. The erotic feeling was his downfall. He grasped her buttocks and held her still as he thrust into her and released himself. Her cries of delight heightened, and at long last, one deep moan tore from her throat before she slumped on his chest, her face buried in his neck.
He caressed her bottom as he slowed his breathing. Her heavy breaths blew against his skin and caused tingles to dance over him. Satisfaction filled him, greater than it’d ever done before.
Yes, she must be a witch to hold that kind of magic over him. What other excuse could there be?
CHAPTER SIX
Colette awoke with a smile—something that didn’t happen often, and certainly not within the last ten years. What had happened last night? How did Adrian suddenly take charge and give her the most pleasurable experience of her life?
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