Treat with Caution (Treats to Tempt You Book 1) Page 10

  His hand skated over her back and hip, down her thigh. She was acutely conscious of his erection pressing against her stomach, the way his tanned skin was much darker than her own, of how he smelled, warm and masculine, of pure male. Her brain seemed to have turned to treacle; she couldn’t form a single coherent thought. She’d turned into pure sensation, touch, smell, taste. Every nerve ending tingled, and she ached to have him inside her.

  He didn’t seem in any hurry, though, continuing to stroke her as he kissed her leisurely. But finally, he trailed his fingers up her thigh and pushed gently at her knee. Breathing quickly, she parted her legs for him, and for the second time in two days, and possibly only the second time since she’d known him, heat flooded her cheeks.

  Kole lifted his head and surveyed her as he stroked lightly up her inner thigh. He obviously saw her blush—jeez, he couldn’t have missed it; her face was burning—but he said nothing, just smiled before his fingers brushed her pubic hair, then sank into the heart of her.

  Tasha closed her eyes. The way his fingers slipped easily into her, along with his quiet groan, told her she was swollen and wet, ready for him. She bit her bottom lip, holding back the long moan that threatened to escape from her, her cheeks still warm with the knowledge he was watching her as he stroked down.

  He moved his fingers inside her, then brought them back up, coated with her moisture, to slowly circle and arouse her clit.

  “Nice,” he said. He kissed her bottom lip where it was still caught between her teeth.

  She opened her eyes, knowing she had to shake off this feeling of being sixteen again. But she couldn’t stop thinking, Oh my God, I’m having sex with Kole Graham. Her heart raced, and when he eventually reached for the packet and tore off the top, she knew she’d tensed up like a virgin.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Kole rolled on the condom, then moved between Tasha’s thighs. She was ready for him, there was no doubt about that; a few more strokes and he thought she might well have come for him. But as he pressed the tip of himself into her, he realized the blush that stained her cheeks was indicative of how much her apprehension was affecting her.

  He settled himself on his elbows and kissed her, long and languorous.

  When he finally lifted his head, she bit her bottom lip again.

  “What’s the matter?” she whispered.

  He kissed her nose. “Don’t be nervous.”

  “I’m not…”

  He kissed her lips. “You are. You’re tight, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Her mouth opened, but words failed her, and she closed her eyes, obviously mortified.

  He gave a small laugh and kissed her cheek, then around to her ear. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s only me.”

  “That’s the problem. I didn’t expect…” Her voice trailed off.

  He kissed her jaw, then her lips again. “What?”

  She shook her head. Her cheeks were still pink. Tasha, blushing again! He was both amused and touched.

  What had she been about to say? He took a chance, deciding honesty was the best way forward. “I didn’t expect to feel like this either,” he admitted. “Maybe we both underestimated our feelings for each other.”

  She gave a small nod. Her eyes were wide, and she blinked faster than normal. “I just…” She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “I don’t know why I’m nervous. I’m not normally like this. I didn’t expect you to be so…”

  He waited. Then when no answer seemed forthcoming, he suggested mischievously, “Big?”

  That made her laugh. “Perhaps that as well. But I was going to say, gorgeous.”

  He had not expected that. “Oh.” What a nice thing to say.

  They looked into each other’s eyes for a long moment. Something stirred inside him, warming him all the way through.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he said gently. “I don’t mind—I’m not going to yell at you or anything. We can cuddle instead.”

  Her lips curved. “No,” she said, looking more like the old Tasha. “I don’t want you to stop.”

  Thank God. “Then we’ll take our time. We have all night. I’m in no hurry, honey.” He mentally crossed his fingers, hoping his self-control would hold out. She was incredibly wet and swollen, and he wanted to thrust his hips forward and bury himself in her, but he forced himself to hold back.

  She touched his face, her thumb scraping across his bristles. “I take it back. You are a gentleman.”

  He kissed her. “And you’re hot. Have I said that?”

  She smiled shyly. “You mentioned something about it.”

  He kissed her again. “When you’re relaxed, I’m going to make love to you nice and slow, and I want you to show me what you like.”

  Her eyelids fluttered shut. “Okay.”

  “I want you to show me how you touch yourself. So I know how to make you come.”

  Her lips parted. “Oh.”

  He kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, her mouth. “I want to watch you as the orgasm takes you, feel you tighten around me, hear you cry out with pleasure.”

  She sighed. “Mmm.”

  “And then later, you can tell me how to bring you pleasure with my mouth.”

  Her thighs loosened a little beneath him. “Oh dear God.”

  “You like the sound of that?” He dipped his tongue in her mouth, savoring the lingering taste of chocolate from her dessert, the hot spiciness of the whiskey. So she liked him talking dirty? His pulse sped up at the thought.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “You’d like me to make you come with my tongue?” He grew even harder at the thought. Stop torturing yourself, Kole.

  She gave a small, sexy moan, and her moisture coated the tip of his erection. “Yes.”

  He smiled then. Underneath her nerves, Tasha was a sex goddess. He could have seen it a mile away. And now he knew how to get to her.

  “And I will,” he promised. “Later. But first, I want to fuck you.”

  Her eyes flew open, and her lips parted as she inhaled. “Kole!”

  “What?” He moved his hips, pushing into her a little more. Luckily, she was so wet her tightness wasn’t going to be a huge problem. “Don’t act shocked. I know what your problem is. You’re a fucking hellcat in the bedroom, and nobody’s been able to cope with you before. Until now.” He smiled smugly. “Once you realize this is inevitable and we were always going to end up here, bet or no bet, we’ll set fire to this fucking bed.”

  Her gaze met his, shocked and excited, and something sparked between them. Yes.

  “Open up,” he teased, nibbling her bottom lip. “Let me in, Tasha. Let me show you what sex is really like.”

  She blew out a breath, her muscles relaxing beneath his. And with one thrust of his hips, he slid right inside her.

  She gave a long, slow moan that she tried to stifle. He tutted and kissed her. “Don’t. I want to hear you.”

  “Oh God.” She clenched around him, and it was his turn to groan. “I can feel you,” she whispered. “All the way up. Jesus, you’re big.”

  Knowing he was nothing special but flattered nevertheless, he withdrew until he was almost out of her, then pushed forward again. This time he went even deeper, and they both sighed.

  He set up a rhythm, nice and slow, kissing her in between thrusts, enjoying the sensation of her so warm and tight and wet around him. And as she gradually relaxed and began to enjoy herself, she met each thrust with one of her own, her legs wrapped around him.

  He could easily have come like that, but he wanted her to enjoy it even more than he desired his own climax. Not sure he was hitting the spot, he held her tightly, and still inside her, rolled onto his back, lifting her on top of him.

  She sat up, looking surprised, but didn’t question him. And to his delight, she lowered her hand between her legs and stroked herself.

  “Yes,” he said, pleased, and cupped her breasts. “Make yourself come for me.”

  She began to mo
ve on top of him, and Kole thought at some point he’d died and gone to heaven. Now she’d obviously gotten over her nerves, she threw herself into their lovemaking with abandon. Her fingers circled faster, and she arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders, and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth. He licked his fingers and transferred the wetness to her nipples, then squeezed them gently. She rewarded him with a moan, and then, not long after, her body stiffened and she clenched around him.

  Kole watched her climax, loving her fierce frown, the pulse of her muscles, the way her fingers clawed involuntarily at his shoulder, her nails scraping his skin. That’s going to leave a mark, he thought with delight. Nice.

  She leaned on him, panting, and eventually her eyes opened, her pupils huge and the mahogany irises just a tiny ring around the outside. “Wow,” she said.

  Kole chuckled, caught her around the waist, and flipped her onto her back. “I knew you’d be a tiger in bed.”

  “Me?”

  He knelt up, still inside her, caught her hands in his, and linked their fingers. Then he looked at the scratches on his shoulder. She followed his eyes, and had the grace to look embarrassed.

  “Eek. Sorry.”

  “Don’t be.” He raised her hands and pinned them above her head. “I like it. That’s the Tasha I knew was in there. Let her out, baby. I want to fuck that girl.”

  She wriggled, realized she couldn’t get free, and glared at him. “You’re the animal.”

  “Damn straight.” He thrust hard, and she gasped. “What?” he said innocently, aware she must still be hypersensitive down there, and he was probably arousing her as he moved. “Lie still. It’s my turn. I’m going to fuck you now.”

  Her mouth fell open in outrage. “Let go!”

  He ignored her and thrust again, too keyed up to go slowly. “Jeez,” he said with a groan, “you’re so wet.”

  “Kole!” She tugged at his hands, and he was fairly sure she’d have slapped him if she’d managed to pull free. “Let me go.”

  But he’d held back long enough, and there was no way he was going to release her. She’d teased him for what seemed like hours, and he’d behaved impeccably, but now he wanted her at his mercy. Her body gripped him like warm, plush velvet that he sank into like a soft cushion. He wanted to give in to his urge to thrust, again and again, until he lost it and spilled into her. So he did, grinding against her as he did so, and felt a surge of smug satisfaction as her eyes widened.

  “Oh…” she whispered.

  “Yes,” he said determinedly.

  She tugged her hands again. “Kole…”

  He kissed her, his tongue mimicking his thrusts inside her, heat building. “Come again for me.”

  “I…can’t…” But her rapid breathing and accompanying moan suggested otherwise.

  “You can, and you will.” He thrust harder, faster, her slick walls tight around him in spite of her moisture. Damn, she feels good.

  She stopped fighting him, obviously realizing it was pointless. Her muscles relaxed and her thighs loosened, and he gave a grunt of satisfaction at her submission. He was close himself, and his hands tightened on hers as he struggled to rein in his passion. “If I’d known you were this good, I’d have fucked you years ago.”

  She shook her head from side to side. “Don’t…”

  He kissed down her neck to her breasts and sucked hard on a nipple. She cursed out loud, but the accompanying flood of moisture around him told him he’d done the right thing.

  He couldn’t hold back much longer, but luckily he didn’t have to, because he could see she was close behind him. He let go and pumped hard until heat rushed up from his balls and he pulsed, the climax so powerful he felt as if every muscle in his body had been over-tightened to breaking point.

  He buried himself deep inside her, pushing hard, and she squealed and came too, clenching around him and prolonging his orgasm until he thought he might black out.

  He waited for the universe to reassert itself, then let out a long breath. “Fuck.”

  “Fuck indeed.” Tasha was looking at him with a mixture of exasperation and amusement.

  He met her gaze, and they both started laughing.

  “Jesus. Ouch, don’t laugh.” He withdrew with a wince and fell back onto the bed, disposed of the condom, and gathered her to him with one arm.

  She curled up beside him, chuckling. “You deserved that.”

  “I probably did.” He kissed her forehead and then lay back to let his breathing calm, already half-regretting his actions. Nice, Kole. Remember how nervous she was? You’ve probably scarred her for life. “I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

  “You did, rather.”

  “I’m really sorry. I don’t know what happened.” Well, he did—she’d driven him to the point where he’d lost the plot, but he felt the urge to apologize.

  She propped her head on a hand. “Are you under the impression I’m mad at you?”

  “I thought you might be.”

  She was so independent and feisty normally, and they locked horns almost on a daily basis, so he’d enjoyed finally wrestling her into submission. But she might resent him now, for proving that when it came to it, he could control her.

  She didn’t look resentful, though. “Hey, I’d object to you bossing me around in real life, but in the bedroom it’s different. You were very…” She thought about it. “Grr.”

  “Grr?” He looked at the red marks on his shoulder. “You were the one who was grr.”

  She scratched her nose. “Even so. I’ve never slept with anyone so…” Her eyes met his, and her lips twisted wryly. “Forceful. That’s the best sex I’ve ever had.”

  “Well, that’s a very polite thing to say. Thank you.”

  “I’m serious. I’ve never had multiple orgasms before.”

  He raised his eyebrows. “Seriously?”

  “Seriously. I didn’t think I was capable.”

  “It appears you are.”

  “It does.” She grinned. Then she nibbled her bottom lip. “Why did you switch positions?”

  He turned onto his side, amused she wanted to discuss what had happened. “I didn’t think I was hitting the spot. You on top gives better access. And a better view.” He smiled.

  She shook her head. “I still can’t believe I came twice. Did you know that was going to happen?”

  He laughed. “I didn’t know. I hoped. Besides, sexual courtesy deems it appropriate to have at least one simultaneous orgasm.”

  “Is that so?”

  “From what I’ve heard.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m not sure why; I’m not a huge fan. If you accept the ratio of pleasuring your partner versus receiving pleasure yourself is sixty-forty, simultaneous orgasms somehow detract from that. It’s much more fun to watch the other person come.”

  She stared at him. “You mean forty-sixty, surely.”

  “No. Well, maybe forty-five, fifty-five when I get carried away.”

  “Seriously? Men place more importance on their partner’s pleasure than their own?”

  “I can’t speak for half of the human race, but from my point of view, yeah.” He loved the way her hair curled around his fingers, as if he’d plunged his hand into a box of slippery ribbons. She didn’t reply, and when he looked back at her, she was studying him, a thoughtful expression on her face. He frowned. “What?”

  She shook her head and changed the subject. “I know what you mean about simultaneous orgasms. I suppose one reason they’re considered to be something to aspire to is that it takes skill to control pleasure. Some women have trouble achieving orgasm at all.”

  He snorted. “That just means the guy doesn’t know his stuff.”

  “Maybe. And they don’t understand their own bodies, because as women we’re made to feel that pleasuring ourselves is something to be ashamed of. It takes practice and skill from both partners to be able to control your own and each other’s arousal, to s
low down, speed up, and get there at the same time. That’s what makes it sexy, although I take your point about enjoying your partner’s pleasure. But I would imagine it’s fairly unusual for a couple to come together the first time they have sex.”

  Another compliment. She certainly knew what to say to make a guy feel good.

  “Do you pleasure yourself?” He traced a finger over her shoulder. He already knew the answer—she’d touched herself expertly enough to convince him she’d done it before. But he liked being provocative, teasing her. He’d enjoyed making her blush. He wanted to see it again.

  This time she was prepared though. “Of course I do. I’ll show you later, if you like.”

  He stared at her. He hadn’t expected that.

  She chuckled. “Your face is a picture.”

  “You shocked me.”

  “I can’t believe that.”

  “Surprised me, then. But yes, I would like that.”

  She stretched and yawned. “It’s a date.”

  So she wanted to sleep with him again. That gave him an unexpected surge of delight.

  He reached up a hand and cupped her cheek, then leaned forward and gave her a long kiss. “I’m glad you got over your nerves.”

  “Me too.” A shadow of her previous shyness passed over her face. “Thank you for being patient with me.”

  “My pleasure, honey. As you could tell.”

  She kissed his shoulder. “I need to take out my lenses before I doze off.” She hopped out of bed, retrieved her bag from the living room, and walked through to his en suite. “I won’t be long.”