Tell Me You Want Me (Search and Seduce, #2)(12)

“I’m not,” she assured. “I can handle whatever you’ve got.”

She felt his laugh against her neck. While one hand slowly moved up and down along her sex, gathering moisture and rubbing from her clit to her opening, his other hand snaked under her bra and cupped her breast.

“I don’t know about that. You’re a delicate thing. Soft. Timid…”

“Boring?” she finished.

“There’s not a boring thing about you from where I’m lying.”

“Then tell me more,” she said, arching into his touch, trying so hard to get him to go deeper. But he kept his touches light. Teasing slowly and driving her nuts. “You wanted to know what I was thinking. I told you. Tell me what you thought when you kissed me.”

He slowly rubbed her clit, her pleasure coating his fingers more and more with every sweep of his skilled hand.

She moved her hips, creating more friction with her ass against his jeans-clad cock. Judging by the groan he let out, he wasn’t complaining.

“I was thinking how ripe you are,” he said, and there was a predatory air in his voice. “Licking and biting your mouth, I could taste your sweet, raw need. Like pure f*cking honey, all the richer because it’s wild and untapped.” His hand moved faster. Rubbed harder while he massaged her breast in the other. “I was thinking that I was drinking down vanilla while you were biting at my lips looking for the flavor.” He pinched her nipple, and she gasped. “I was thinking that you wanted to get your hands dirty, have a rough and fun tumble. And I was thinking I could more than give that to you.”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“I see we understand each other then,” he growled. With that, he bit down on her neck while flicking her clit so fast and hard, she came.

Shaking and convulsing, she let it take her down, burning and humming with so much pleasure she didn’t know what to do. Other than let instinct take over. This was her one adventure, and she was going to make the most of it.



This woman was all fire and passion. Clearly she hadn’t had a chance to let out that kind of spark, and thank God he was the lucky son of a bitch to catch all her heat. She was starved for some contact, for some easy fun. He could sense it in how she moved. How she breathed. She was looking for a break from the box she likely lived in. He knew women like her and read that need for excitement on her face like a damn book.

He was going to give it to her. Because that’s what he was good at.

The one moment of bliss.

The pleasure.

He’d be the story she’d tell her high-class friends about later. It would randomly get brought up over wine as they reminisced about “that one time you slummed it with the trashy guy in the woods.” She could even check this off her list of desires.

Assuming she actually went through with it.

Dex couldn’t tell the future, but he had a good idea about this woman. And she was innocent deep down. Sure, he gave her credit for having a bit more depth than the usual uptight debutantes. But that didn’t change what this was. He’d called her bluff on sex. Yes, he had condoms, but he knew she’d never go through with a one nighter. A woman like her wasn’t built like that. Christ sakes, she had a list of things she wanted to try that included sex positions. Which told him that the men she’d been with hadn’t offered her anything more than missionary. They hadn’t treated her the way a woman deserved to be treated, her lover helping her discover and fulfill her every desire. Damn shame, because she deserved to be treated all kinds of right.

His chest swelled with pride.

Making her come was one of the best f*cking things he’d done in a while. She was raw passion and wild spirit. Wet and hot and so damn ready he could taste it.

Now as her lithe body was coming down from the release, he slowed his touches, ready to exit the sleeping bag and walk away.

A loud zing shot through his ears. He went from on his side with a sexy woman in his grasp to the sleeping bag busted wide open and those delicate hands pushed down on his chest.

He hit his back, and she straddled him.

“Whoa there, princess,” he said, cupping her face. “What are you doing?”

She frowned. “I’m trying to make love to you.” Her eyes got wide, and she looked down, as if a haze cleared in her mind. “Am I going about this wrong?”

Ah, shit. She looked on the brink of embarrassment and panic, and that wasn’t what he wanted. Was this when she would pull away? Actually, he’d expected her to blush and push him away as soon as he’d given her an orgasm. She’d fall asleep, and he’d deal with his cock himself. In the morning, they’d never speak again.

But she was on top of him now…wanting more. Maybe she was delirious. He needed to remind her what this was.

“You’re doing everything right. I just thought that it would be better if we didn’t f*ck.”

“Why?” she asked bluntly.

Dex was never one to dance around the truth, so he replied equally bluntly. “Well, for starters, you call it ‘making love.’”

“Oh, as opposed to your colorful language of ‘f*cking?’” She sat up to air quote the last word, and Dex couldn’t help but smile. She was sassy, and even sitting up straight with perfect posture and him between her legs, the bastard in him couldn’t help but love it.