Tease Him (ManTrap Book 2)

by Olivia Jaymes

  I didn’t have much longer to ponder the question, however. Kyle pulled into my driveway and cut the engine, bounding out of the car before I had a chance to say anything. He opened my door and held out a hand. I placed mine in his and let him help me from the low-slung vehicle. He didn’t have a sports car as I’d expected but the two-door coupe was clearly expensive, smelling of leather and…Kyle.

  “Safely home,” he murmured in my ear as he escorted me to the door. The air between us practically crackled with electricity and I was sure that if I touched his skin a spark would fly into the air. This was it. The goodnight kiss. I’d been thinking about it since I’d accepted his invitation. I couldn’t help but wonder how his lips would feel and taste. I did have a feeling that he would be good at it. I’d learned that he was the kind of man that liked to master a skill. He would be an excellent kisser. And lover.

  Unbidden thoughts – all of them sexual – flooded my filthy mind and every hormone in my body stood up and took notice. It had been awhile since I’d had a man in my house, let alone in my bed. Did I want this one there?

  I fumbled in my purse for the house key and finally held it up in triumph. “Found it.”

  I’d left the porch light on so I could see the door, but my trembling fingers weren’t cooperating. I couldn’t seem to get the darn thing in the lock.

  “Let me help you.”

  Gently, Kyle took the key ring from my nerveless fingers and easily unlocked the door with a loud click.

  “There you go.”

  “Thank you.”

  Why did I sound so breathless? As if I’d run a marathon? Oh, right. Because I was nervous as hell and acting like a schoolgirl on my first date. Kyle was only a man. A normal, ordinary guy who happened to be smarter than most and have more money. Sure, he was handsome and sexy but there were lots of men out in the world like that. Probably. I hadn’t met many, but I didn’t get out much.

  Note to self. Socialize more. Work less. Get a life. Ask Shelby to write a book about work life balance.

  That didn’t help me right now, though.

  I took a deep breath and looked up at Kyle. “Thank you for the lovely evening. I had a wonderful time.”

  “I did, too. We should do this again.”

  “We should–”

  I was going to say more but then his fingers brushed my cheek, sucking the oxygen from my lungs. He bent his head as his hand cupped my jaw and softly pressed his warm lips to mine. My mouth instantly parted, and whether it was to breathe in more air or to invite his tongue I didn’t know, but it had the same effect. His hand snaked around the back of my head and the kiss became more seeking, and a hell of lot more passionate. I clung to the sleeves of his coat as the world spun around me. By the time he lifted his head, I was shocked that there was still snow on my front lawn. It had to be ninety degrees at least and it felt like July instead of January.

  “I’ve been thinking about that all night,” he admitted, his mouth hovering mere millimeters above my own. He stole a quick kiss once more, the tip of his tongue running along my bottom lip and sending shivers up my spine. “It was better than I ever imagined.”

  Yes. Yes, it was.

  There were a million reasons not to do it, but I couldn’t think of even one. Later I’d come to my senses.

  I placed my hand on the doorknob. “Do you want to come inside for a glass of wine?”

  * * *

  Kyle

  Fuck yes, I wanted to come inside. I wanted to keep kissing Ashlyn until our clothes magically fell off and we ended up in her bed. I’d keep her there for days if she’d let me. There were so many naughty things I wanted to do to her.

  Whoa.

  I need to slow down. Ashlyn had invited me in for a glass of wine, not a wild fuck on her kitchen counter. I’d do well to remember that and behave or I might find myself shoved out into the snow after being smacked across the face.

  As my dad used to say, “Don’t count your chickens, son. And what that means is don’t think she’s thinking the same thing you are. Unless she grabs your crotch and drags you into the bedroom. Then maybe, just maybe, she’s saying yes.”

  This was a glass of wine and some conversation. Some cuddles and kisses, too, if I had my way. I’d let her know I was interested and then put the ball in her court…

  Ashlyn took my coat and draped it over a chair but wouldn’t make eye contact with me. I could tell at the door she was nervous, but it seemed to have gone up a few rungs since she’d invited me inside. Was she regretting it?

  “I have a really nice cabernet,” she said, retrieving a bottle from a wine rack tucked next to her pantry. I’d followed her into the kitchen but she still wasn’t paying any attention to me, intent on grabbing two wine glasses on a shelf out of her reach.

  “Let me get those for you.”

  I’d come up behind and reached over her head, her pert little bottom pressed against me for a few seconds.

  “Here you go.” I set the two glasses on the counter and eased away, giving her some space. “Do you want me to open the wine?”

  “Yes, that would be nice. Thank you.”

  She sounded so prim and proper. So polite. I quickly dispatched the corkscrew and poured us each half a glass. I didn’t need the alcohol and I didn’t want her decision making impaired either.

  “Do you want to watch some television?” Ashlyn slipped out of the kitchen and now had the remote in her hand. “We could watch a movie.”

  Except that’s exactly what we’d left fifteen minutes ago. I had another idea. Hopefully one that would get rid of all this nervousness.

  “Why don’t we turn on some music?”

  I wanted to dance with Ashlyn.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Ashlyn

  Music sounded like a good idea. I was so nervous I was beginning to sweat, and music always calmed me down. It occurred to me that Kyle might be nervous as well since he’d suggested it. It was kind of nice not to be alone in this.

  Flipping through my album collection, I paused at Van Morrison’s “Moondance”. It was one of my favorites. Kyle had shown that he was into music from the past…

  “I love that song.” So lost in thought, I hadn’t heard Kyle come up behind me. He tapped the album cover. “If you’re contemplating playing that I’m completely on board.”

  Decision made. Within seconds the classic album from 1970 was playing on my turntable.

  Kyle’s arm went around my waist, pulling me back against him. “Dance with me.”

  I liked dancing, but I wasn’t the greatest. I had rhythm, but I lacked really cool moves.

  “Um…”

  Leaning down, he whispered in my ear, his breath warm against my cheek. “Please.”

  I dare anyone to say no to that. I couldn’t. So I let him lead me out to the center of my living room floor where he lifted my arms so they were around his neck and his hands were on my hips. Our bodies were so close I could feel the heat of his skin and smell the tangy scent of his aftershave.

  Our first movements were rather awkward but then we seemed to find our rhythm, and we danced together as if we’d been doing it for years. I couldn’t help but giggle as he playfully twirled me around, our bodies brushing as he pulled me close again. I’d read about the mating dances of animals, but this was the first time I’d actually participated in one.

  I could feel the warmth in my cheeks. I was blushing a bright red. I always did when I was aroused, and I couldn’t help it unless I dunked my head in a bucket of ice water, which I wasn’t going to do. Kyle was going to have a pretty big clue as to what he was doing to me and I was just going to have to live with that. I didn’t mind too much, actually. I could feel his own arousal pressing against my hip. We both had the same idea.

  But I wasn’t the type of person to do every single thing I wanted to. I wanted to eat ice cream for dinner, but I usually didn’t do it.

  I was definitely attracted to Kyle. He was handsome, sexy, funny, smart, and
kind. I’d grown to like him. A whole bunch. I also wasn’t a prude. If I wanted to make love to a man I didn’t need to go back and forth about whether to do it. I owned my sexuality and I didn’t regret it in the morning. But I’d been around this block enough times to know that going to bed with someone changed things. It made it more… It just made it more. At least to me it did. It might not to him, but I didn’t go around jumping into bed with people on a whim.

  While I’d been thinking about whether to sleep with Kyle, the song had ended and we were standing in the middle of my small living room. My hands were still holding his and we were standing close. Oh, so close. Looking up at him from under my lashes, I could see him smiling. His eyes has a soft unfocused look to them, but it was his face that pushed me across the line.

  His cheeks had taken on a ruddy color. Just like mine.

  * * *

  Ashlyn

  Gliding my hands up over his wide shoulders, I looped my arms around Kyle’s neck, pulling him down for a kiss. Our first kiss.

  Hot and sweet and lingering. He didn’t shove his tongue between my lips but instead finessed his way in, swiping at my lower lip and nibbling at the corner of my mouth. He took his time, seemingly content to explore, his hands running down my sides and coming to rest on my hips as his lips caressed mine. By the time he lifted his head, we were both breathless and my knees had gone weak. I was clinging to him for support.

  “That was…amazing,” he murmured, somehow managing to bring me closer. I could feel the buttons on his shirt and the press of his belt buckle. “Just amazing.”

  “I think so, too.”

  It was only the two of us. The outside world had disappeared, and it was just Kyle and myself. There were so many reasons to care about this man and a few reasons not to. They didn’t seem all that important anymore. I’d seen the good in Kyle.

  “I guess…I should be going home.”

  There was hesitation in his voice, a question that hung in the air. How would I answer it? He was leaving this up to me. I would have to be explicit in my consent and affirmation. He wasn’t going to make another move without an invitation.

  “You could,” I replied, my own voice sounding husky and unfamiliar. My fingers played with the soft material of his shirt. “Or you could stay awhile longer. If you wanted to.”

  He leaned down and pressed his forehead to mine. “I want to be with you, Ashlyn. I need to hear you say you want that, too. If you don’t, that’s fine. I get it. We haven’t known each other very long and you might–”

  “Iwanttobewithyoutoo.”

  The words tumbled out of my mouth so quickly they ran together, and I wasn’t sure if he would even understand what I’d said.

  I hadn’t realized I’d been holding my breath until I saw the slow smile that crossed his face.

  “Are you sure, Ashlyn? I don’t want there to be any regrets in the morning.”

  “I’m sure,” I said because I was sure. “No regrets.”

  The world slowed down just for us. There was no hurry into the bedroom. In fact, I wasn’t sure how we even managed to get there between the kissing and the touching.

  When we both stood at the foot of my bed with just the small bedside lamp for light, I should have felt shy and self-conscious, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. Not with the way he was looking at me. His gaze admiring from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. If anything, it made me bold and confident and I tossed aside the outer layer of clothes as if I stripped in front of a horny male all the time. No big deal. I paused, however, when I was down to my bra and panties. He hadn’t shed any of his garments yet and I didn’t want to be naked while he was fully dressed.

  “You’re so gorgeous,” he said, his voice hoarse with want and need. I could recognize it because I had no doubt that I’d sound the same if I tried to speak. Assuming I could even form words at this juncture in the evening. “I can’t believe I’m here with you.”

  I was having trouble believing it, too. I’d thought about this, but of course not admitted it to myself and the reality was far better than the fantasy. Since I wasn’t sure I could talk I decided to let my fingers do the walking and show him that I was glad we were both in my bedroom.

  Taking a few steps forward, I slid my hands under his sweater to the warm smooth skin underneath before beginning to tug it upward, leaving no doubt that I wanted it gone from his person. He quickly received my message and stripped it off, exposing the most beautiful man-chest I’d ever seen. Not too muscular but not too thin. I felt a little like Goldilocks.

  Kyle was just right.

  Now he was on a roll. His jeans were efficiently dispatched to the chair next to my bed, his socks following. He was a boxer-type guy, but I could see the hard ridge of his cock clearly outlined against the plaid cotton. With my palm I rubbed against it and drew a moan from his lips. His hips canted forward as his hands reached for me, pulling me closer, and his fingers dove into my hair as his mouth devoured mine, more dominant than before.

  I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and pushed them down over his perfectly formed backside. They slid down his thighs and to the floor where we both promptly ignored them. My gaze was fixed on the bounty that I had uncovered. Dropping to my knees, I wrapped my hands around his cock, enjoying the feeling of velvety skin with solid steel underneath. I leaned forward and took a swipe at the purplish-red head with my tongue, smiling with triumph when I heard a hiss and a groan from above me. His fingers tightened in my hair, silently urging me on but not being pushy about it. Once again, he’d left it up to me to take that next step.

  I took a giant leap, opening my jaws and taking him in as far as I possibly could. He bumped the back of my throat and that’s when I began a slow and steady rhythm with my lips and tongue that I hoped would drive him crazy. I’d never been a connoisseur of male anatomy but in my humble opinion Kyle’s was beautiful. Long and thick, with blue-purple veins that created a meandering road map from crown to root. The tip of my tongue traced that path before swirling around the head again and again until he was panting and groaning, his grip on my hair almost painful.

  “Baby, if you keep that up this is going to be over pretty quick and I have a few things I want to do to you, too.”

  Pulling off with a pop, I looked up at Kyle. “Such as?”

  He frowned and shook his head. “I don’t understand.”

  “You said there were things you wanted to do to me. Such as?”

  With a chuckle, a grin spread across his terribly handsome face. “To begin with I want to get the rest of your clothes off of you.”

  “And then?”

  Okay, I admit it. I kind of liked dirty talk. I just wasn’t ready to tell him out loud. I was hoping he’d get the hint.

  “I was planning to give your nipples and breasts some attention.”

  I tapped my chin and nodded as if considering his offer, but my heart was galloping as if I was being chased by demons. “That sounds good. Anything else?”

  His answer was to reach down and lift me up off of the floor, tossing me gently onto the bed. He came down on top of me, caging me in with his arms. I liked it. A whole lot. “I have a couple more things in mind. My mouth between your thighs and then my cock. Does that meet your approval?”

  Heavens yes. It sounded perfect.

  “I wouldn’t object.”

  “You wouldn’t, huh?” Bending his head, he captured my bra strap in between his teeth and tugged playfully. “Then let’s get you naked. Clothes will only slow me down.”

  Not much, though. Quickly and efficiently he stripped me, tossing my undergarments over his shoulder and onto the floor. Immediately he zeroed in on my already hard nipples, plucking at one with a free hand while he laved the other with his incredibly talented tongue. Shuddering with pleasure, I closed my eyes and let him take the reins.

  I couldn’t help but wonder what else that tongue could do.

  I didn’t have to wonder too long. He placed damp kisses do
wn my abdomen, pushing my thighs apart to make room for his wide shoulders. My fingers wound in the bedsheets as his tongue ran through my folds, making me moan and arch with his skill. I should have known he’d be good at this. He was good at pretty much everything and he made it a point to practice at those things he thought he needed to improve. I had to admire his dedication.

  Kyle could practice on me anytime.

  When his mouth finally closed over my swollen clit I went up in flames, happily surrendering to the heat that engulfed me head to toe. I might have called out his name as I orgasmed harder than I ever had in my life, but I couldn’t say for sure. All I knew was the room was spinning and the bed felt like I was bobbing on the ocean. For all I knew I could be. At that moment, anything was possible.

  Sliding up so we were face to face, nose to nose, he rubbed his body against mine. My skin was so sensitive I trembled in his arms before pressing a kiss to his shoulder and then his neck. His flesh tasted salty and I licked at it, tickling his collar bone.

  “Just give me one minute.”

  Kyle leaned over the edge of the bed and rummaged in the pockets of his jeans before coming back, a triumphant smile on his lips. He was holding up a small foil square. Thank goodness one of us was thinking clearly. With a minimum of fuss, he’d rolled it on with some help from me.

  Reaching down, I placed my hands on his firm buttocks, urging him forward. He pressed into me, his hard cock almost splitting me in two. It had been a long time between lovers and it took me a moment to get used to his invasion. Taking a few deep breaths, he paused, his face a controlled mask as my body grew accustomed to being so fully impaled.

  Stretched. That was the word I was looking for. I wrapped my legs around his hips and clutched his shoulders, wordlessly letting him know that I wanted him to move. When he finally did, the first few strokes took my breath away and then by the third or fourth it was as if we’d been doing this together forever.

  Our bodies found a pleasurable rhythm, slow in the beginning and then moving faster and harder as we neared our crescendo. The half-lit room was filled with the sounds of our lovemaking. Short, desperate pants and groans. Damp skin slapping together. The headboard banging against the wall and the insistent creak of a bedspring. The heady aroma of sex hanging in the humid air. The tang of salt when his lips captured mine. It was erotic and hot and it didn’t take long until I was once more teetering on the edge.