Seducing the Playboy (A Hot Nights Series Book) (Entangled Brazen) by Amanda Usen Page B

discovering she was silky smooth. He was dying to see the thin line of pubic hair he could feel against his palm, but his imagination would have to do. She arched her hips toward his hand, beginning to float, so he held her beneath the surface, sliding one finger inside her, finding she was hotter than the water around them.
    He watched her eyes glaze and her mouth fall softly open. She licked her lips, and he leaned forward to lick them, too. Their tongues tangled, and he moved his fingers inside her in the same rhythm. She kept time with soft moans in the back of her throat. What sounds would she make with more of him inside her, pushing her harder, faster? He pulled back, watching her eyes as he discovered the secrets of her body.
    He curled his finger to rub the pebbled band of flesh just inside her opening, feeling her swell beneath his hand. Her hips pumped, responsive to his touch. “Have you ever imagined us doing something like this?”
    “Too many times to count.” Her hoarse whisper made him harder. He thrust against her, feeling her body clench around his fingers. She cried out as his fingers coasted over her clit, and he concentrated on the bundle of nerves, circling then flicking, seeking a rhythm to drive her wild. She tensed, arms tight bands around his shoulders, thighs hard against his as she strained, reaching for her peak. He moved his fingers faster, harder, and she broke with a soft cry.
    Her abandoned response urged him on. He wanted to give her this—to please her.
    He thrust two fingers inside her to keep her going, riding the path to her G-spot while his thumb coasted over her clit, wanting to do the same thing with his cock. She thrashed back and forth in the water as she cried out again, and he had a split second of fear that her frenzied response would drive him over the edge with her. He tried to think of something other than Jenna and couldn’t. Her cheeks were pink, and her hair had fallen out of its twist. Every time she took a breath, her body pulsed around his fingers.
    Suddenly, she sat up, closing her thighs, trapping his hand. “Turnabout’s fair play. Your turn.” She reached between them.
    He grabbed her hand and held it. Don’t do this. The voice inside him was insistent, and he groaned. Jenna shifted closer, and he knew he was either going to have to let her continue or explain why he wanted her to stop. He was saved by the sound of crunching gravel and loud voices on the other side of the fence. Barb and Devon had returned in the nick of time.
    “Rain check.” His voice was thick.
    “I can’t in good conscience leave you in this condition.”
    His body agreed, throbbing against her. “This isn’t about me. I may be a hedonist, but I can control myself with enough incentive.”
    “And your incentive is…”
    “Making it good for you. Fulfilling your fantasies. Anticipation is a powerful aphrodisiac. Plus, this is the best kind of torture. Good, clean, dirty fun.” Would she believe him?
    She didn’t look convinced. “You want to fulfill my fantasy? Meet me in my room in ten minutes.”
    He lifted her off his lap and set her down on the bench beside him just as he heard the front door slam and the sound of a car leaving the driveway. “I told you the other night. My timetable or no deal.”
    Her brow furrowed, and he could tell she was trying to think of another angle.
    He raised an eyebrow, amused and a little desperate. “I haven’t seen you pout since yesterday, so you’re due for a temper tantrum. C’mon, let’s see that lower lip. Give it to me.” He hoped teasing would dispel the tension between them, but her eyes darkened and her chin came up, signaling trouble.
    “I would love to give you my lower lip, both of my lips in fact.” She paused to give him a searing look. “Anywhere you want them.”
    “I want them.” I do, God help me. He took a deep breath, and squeezed her hand. “I want you , but I need to do this my way. I want you to remember