Page 16 of The Master

I hesitated, unsure of what he was really asking me. Did he want to know what I thought about the scenes or how I felt about the ‘game’ he wanted to play with them?

He reached over and put his hand over mine. “Did they make you wet,le soleil? When you imagined us acting them out, were you tempted to touch yourself?” He glanced at me, the heat in his gaze scorching every inch of my skin. “Didyou touch yourself?”

I flushed. “No. I mean, I didn’t, but I wanted to.”

His voice grew rough. “Do you still want to?”

My pulse quickened as I realized where he was likely going with that question. “Yes.”

He took my hand and inched up my skirt until it barely covered anything. Air rasped in and out of my lungs, each breath full of the sandalwood and spice scents that clung to Nate. When he slid our hands between my thighs, I parted my legs and hoped he’d take advantage of his hand’s position. He didn’t. As he pulled his hand away, I experienced a moment of disappointment, but his next words changed that.

“Touch yourself, but don’t come.”

Even though I’d suspected that’s where the conversation was going, it still caught me by surprise.

“If that’s too fast, just tell me.”

I shook my head. I wasn’t quite ready to have actual sex with him again, but this I could do. “It’s not too fast, Mr. Lexington.”

He glanced at me, his normally mocha brown eyes almost black with desire. Then his gaze dropped to my lap, and I pulled my skirt up far enough that he could see the black satin panties I’d worn especially for today. I didn’t let myself dwell on the fact that we were on a road with other cars or that, if Nate got pulled over for some reason, I’d find myself in an awkward position. I had to trust that he’d watch out for me.

I slid my hand under the waistband of my panties and let my fingers travel south, through my soft red curls, gathering moisture as they went.

“Are you wet?”

I nodded as I answered, “Yes, Mr. Lexington.”

I sucked in a breath the second my fingers skimmed over my clit, but I didn’t linger there. I’d had too much sexual tension building all day. It wouldn’t take much at all to set me off, and I wanted to make Nate proud of me.

I was tempted to close my eyes as my fingers slipped down and then back up, never staying in a single place, but rather always on the move. I didn’t give in to the temptation, however. I liked watching Nate watching me. How his grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles were white and how each glance grew longer until the car drifted to the shoulder, the rumble strip’s warning the only thing able to jerk him back to driving.

It took a lot for me to not push myself to release, and by the time we were turning into a driveway, I’d gone to the edge so many times that I didn’t know if I could force myself back again.

I had the vague impression of a large front lawn with plenty of trees, and then of a rustic two-story house, but didn’t take in many of the details because Nate was stopping the car and putting it into park. All I could think about was getting him inside the house and then inside me. I’d forgotten why I’d wanted to go slow in the first place.

The moment I unbuckled my seat belt, he hauled me onto his lap, his mouth covering mine even as his hands slid up my bare legs to grab my ass. I ground down on him, desperate for friction that didn’t come from my fingers, and the erection straining against his zipper was exactly what I needed. His teeth latched onto my bottom lip, and I moaned at the bite of pain mingling with all of the other sensations, threatening to drive me crazy.

“Need…” I whimpered as I grabbed the front of his shirt. “Need.”

“What do you need,le soleil? Tell me.”

“Come. Need to come. Please.” I sounded desperate but couldn’t bring myself to care.

“Then do it,” he growled, fingers digging into my muscles hard enough to bruise. “Get yourself off like this.”

I nodded, my closed eyes doing nothing to block my awareness of him. The scent of him surrounded me, and everywhere his body was in contact with mine, it hummed. My leg muscles burned as I rocked myself back and forth, faster and faster until I exploded with a cry. His arms went around me as his hips jerked, pressing against the sensitive part of me until a second, smaller orgasm rolled over me. He held me as my body trembled, his hand making circles where it rested on my back.

His chuckle was the first thing to break the silence, and the vibration of his chest under my cheek made me smile. Still, I had to ask, “What’s so funny?”

“This was not how I saw things going.” He kissed the top of my head.

“You told me to touch myself in front of you, but I wasn’t allowed to come. What did you think would happen?”

“I planned on getting you off with my fingers, if you’d let me, but I am so glad things didn’t go that way. As hot as fingering you would’ve been, seeing you riding me like that, fully clothed and desperate to get off, was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.”

I raised my head, surprised. “Really?”

“The results speak for themselves.” When I gave him a questioning look, he laughed again. “You had me coming in my pants like a damned horny teenager.”

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