Her voice was like smooth, warm honey. It ran over his skin, awakening his nerves. It did something to him, having her admit that she’d hoped enough to plan, as he had, that they would rekindle their attraction for one another. Seeing her looking so feminine and sexy, so available to him when he’d just been experiencing the friction of having her here in the woods, yet knowing she was out of his reach in reality . . .
Well, it made him a little crazy. In Hollywood, she belonged to the world.
But right here, right now, she was his.
“Seth? Is everything okay?”
He blinked, realizing he’d been staring at the appealing sight of her breasts pressing against soft silk while his cock twitched and ached.
“Yeah. It’s great. Take off the robe.”
“But I have the steaks ready to broil,” she said, pointing at two rib eyes on the broiler pan on the counter.
“The steaks will wait,” he said gruffly. He touched his raging erection where it pressed against his jeans. “This won’t.”
Color rushed into her cheeks. She began to untie the robe, her gaze glued to where his fingers stroked the rigid staff of his cock through his jeans. She hastily slipped the robe off her shoulders and tossed it onto the counter.
His stroking fingers froze. His hand dropped to his side.
“Holy Jesus,” he muttered, staring at her, spellbound.
She stood still beneath his avid perusal of her beautiful body, but her breathing became ragged. He knew this because the lacy, white “shelf” bra that she wore lifted her delectable breasts, highlighting them to perfection and making them heave slightly as she panted. The revealing bra supported her breasts from below, but left her large nipples completely exposed over the edge of the lace. The vision of her was like mainlining arousal straight into his racing blood.
His gaze lowered over her. Her belly looked pale and taut. He wanted to bury his nose in the soft, feminine expanse. She wore a white garter belt that held up pale stockings.
She wasn’t wearing any underwear.
He ripped his gaze off the mesmerizing vision of her naked labia framed by the elastic straps of the garter.
“Turn around,” he said.
He saw her wide eyes before she followed his instructions, turning her back to him. His mouth went dry as he stared at her curving hips and the white garters bisecting her plump ass. He stepped forward, acting purely on instinct. She squeaked in surprise when he flicked the garter, popping her ass, before he landed a taut spank on a firm, smooth ass cheek. His conflicting feelings and raging lust reached the boiling point.
He stepped back and picked up a dish towel from the counter. He dropped it on the floor between them.
“Come here,” he said. She approached, a man’s fantasy come to life. His fantasy. It was too much to take, given the friction of his emotions and his furiously aching cock.
“Don’t be mad at me for this, Gia.” He ripped at his button fly. His gaze fixed on her sexy lips as they parted in surprise. He hastily shoved his jeans down to the top of his thighs and extracted his cock from his underwear, exposing his balls.
“The thing of it is,” he explained, stroking his erection and reaching for her face to caress her soft cheek. “If you don’t take the edge off now, I’m never going to make it through dinner without throwing you on top of that dining room table and making a mess of all your hard work.”
Her small smile belied her innocent face; it belonged to a temptress. He let go of his cock. He slipped a finger beneath a tautly drawn garter and snapped it against her thigh. Arousal shot through him. Gia flinched slightly and bit at her lower lip, suppressing a whimper. He held her jaw and brushed his lips against hers hungrily before he pulled back.
“Okay?” he asked, glancing at the floor between them.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered without hesitation.
He brushed his fingertip across her smooth eyebrow. “Then on your knees, Bright Eyes,” he urged quietly. He took her hand, guiding her as she lowered before him.
He knew it was crude of him. The knowledge didn’t faze him. His need for her was cutting and cruel. Normal rules of sexual etiquette didn’t apply.
Not with Gia, they didn’t.
He cupped her head and brought his cock to her lips with his other hand. She parted for him sweetly.
“No. Stay still,” he growled when she leaned toward him, her eyes staring up at his face, a brutal tease.
“You try me constantly. How dare you tempt me even mo