Page 54 of Seduction
After kicking off his boots, he allows me to lead him upstairs and to my bathroom. I grab a clean towel, watching as he removes his glasses, then strips off his cut and shirt. Beneath them is a work of art. The man’s body is beautiful—not muscular, but lean and tight. Pecs I want to lay my head on lead to a flat stomach, and a glimpse of the V under his jeans. I approach him slowly, carefully, praying for the strength to not jump on him.
“Here you go.”
He turns to me, silently waiting. I step closer, seeing the message in his eyes. He wants me to dry him off. I scan his torso, noticing the club logo tattooed on his right pec. Other than that, I don’t see any other ink. It would totally be a shame to taint the perfection before me with more.
The moment the towel touches his chest, he grabs my waist and lifts me onto the countertop. I gasp, not in surprise, but in the knowledge of what’s finally about to happen. My hair dryer is still sitting on the counter, so I pick it up, distracting myself by drying his hair. He steps closer, wedging himself between my thighs, watching me. Those sensations I felt in the shower are nothing compared to the ones flowing through me now. The dampness between my legs is evidence.
“Is it dry?” he asks.
“God, no.”
He chuckles, shaking his head.
“Oh, you mean your hair.”
I turn off the dryer, laying it down next to me.
“You can shower if you want to. I’ll wait for you in there.” I jerk my head toward the bedroom.
He steps back, allowing me to hop down.
“Okay.”
“Just… drop your clothes on the floor and I’ll throw them in the dryer.”
I wait at the door, then quickly grab his clothes when I think it’s safe. I peek for just a second, seeing his outline through the glass doors. I’m tempted to take a closer look but hurry out before he catches me.
After emptying his pockets on my nightstand, I hang his cut on the back of my chair. A thick object catches my attention, and I reach into the pocket. I know I shouldn’t, but I pull out the envelope, removing the rubber band and taking a look inside.
Holy crap.
Stacks of money stare back at me. I used to work at the Kitty, so I know the kind of cash it pulls in. Combined with the other businesses, they make some good money. However, I doubt this is from any of those ventures.
I wrap it back up the way I found it and return it to its place in his cut.
I take care of his wet clothes, then slide back under the covers, pulling my knees up to my chest. I watch and wait for the bathroom door to open. What do I do? Should I undress? No, that might seem too desperate. Then again, I already threw myself at him, so he knows how desperate I am.Wait… what panties am I wearing?I quickly check, glancing nervously at the door. Certainly not the sexiest pair I own, but they’ll do. He obviously saw that I was ready for bed and not a night of hot sex.
The door opens, startling me. I look up, my eyes following him as he walks toward me. The towel is wrapped around his waist, giving me quite an eye-catching view. I can’t believe I’ve never seen him without his shirt before. Or maybe I have, but never thought anything of it.
Standing at the side of the bed, he extends his hand to me, palm up. Lightning flashes, briefly casting light on his face. When the thunder roars, I kick off the covers, sliding to the edge of the bed and placing my hand in his. He pulls me to my feet, staring down at me, but not making a move.
What’s he waiting for? Permission?
“Am I ready?” The words come out on a shaky breath.
“You tell me, Ellen.”
Chewing on my lip, I think about our first date… that night in my kitchen. He’d said I didn’t want him enough.
“Well… I think about you all the time. I can’t help but smile when your name flashes on my phone screen. I like… spending time with you… how you are with my son.”
“What else do you like?” His fingers tighten around mine, giving me the courage to continue.
“Your kisses. The way you touch me. I dream about you. I close my eyes and I see your face, hear your voice.You’remy unbalanced force. I’m ready, Jon.”
That’s when I realize it. All this time I’ve been trying to seduce him, but he turned the tables without me even knowing. He was the one seducing me, bodyandmind. I tug my hand from his, reaching for the hem of my T-shirt. He watches silently as I pull it over my head and let it fall to the floor. I stand there awkwardly, waiting for him to do or say something.
When he finally moves, he places his hands on my hips. Slowly, they slide up, until his thumbs rest below my breasts.
