Chapter Nine
Payton sat across from Wes at the small table, watching him as he ate. The food was good. Chinese takeout. But she’d be lying if she said she remembered that much about the taste other than the preliminary flavor as it hit her tongue. She was way too absorbed in the moment, in wondering what he planned next.
He watched her too. Chewing slowly, he held his gaze on her, his eyes dark with the promise of what was yet to come.
The towel had loosened before he sat, barely staying up on his hips. She wanted to see him, wanted to see just how far that towel had fallen, but his lower body was hidden by the table.
She bit her cheek to staunch the impish grin that threatened to take over as an idea came to her. With careful nonchalance, she raised her foot, stretching her leg until she brushed against the inside of his thigh.
He flinched as her foot traveled higher, and he leveled a baleful stare at her.
When she reached the hard line of his cock, he grabbed her foot, holding her there.
“How am I supposed to eat with you doing that?”
She grinned innocently.
He continued to hold her foot as he ate. He cupped and massaged the instep, kneading with his fingers.
She all but wilted in her chair. Forgotten was the food (or anything else for that matter). She leaned back and propped her other foot between his legs.
“Like that?” he asked as his hand closed around her other foot.
“I like anything that has to do with your touch,” she said softly. “My hands, my feet, my body. I’m like a cat. Pet me and I’ll purr.”
He set her feet gently back down on the floor then scooted his chair back and stood. The towel fell completely away, and she could see his cock, semi-erect, thick and heavy. He stepped around the table so he was catty-corner to her and held out his hand.
“I plan to do a lot of petting tonight,” he said.
She slid her fingers into his and stood. He reached down and untied the belt of her robe. When the ends dangled to the floor, he impatiently shoved it over her shoulders, baring her naked body to his avid gaze.
She stepped forward, closing the short distance between them. His cock brushed against her belly, and she grasped the turgid flesh. Like iron encased in silk. Hard, rigid, strong, the epitome of all a man should be. Yet soft, silken, warm and velvet in her palm.
She cupped his heavy sac, running her fingers up and down the soft underside, feeling the separation of his balls when she pressed inward.
“I think I like being petted too,” he said in a strained voice.
She reached up on tiptoe to kiss him. He caught her, cupping the area of her neck underneath her jawline. His fingertips brushed the lobes of her ears as he melded his lips to hers.
His tongue met hers, warm, melting. His thumbs pressed into the hollows of her cheeks then slid to the corners of her mouth. He pulled his head away as she sucked in mouthfuls of air. His hands relaxed and slipped away for a brief moment before he grasped her hips and yanked her against his body.
With slow, deliberate movements, he walked her back toward the bed. Midway, he reached down and swept her up. She hooked her arms around his neck and stared up into his eyes.
Their gazes were still locked as he lowered her to the bed. He came down with her, putting one knee on one side of her hips then finally straddling her body.
“We’re going to operate on the honor system tonight,” he said.
“Oh? This sounds interesting. Which of us is supposed to have the honor, because I’m really hoping it’s not me.”
He smacked the side of her behind, sending a delicious, naughty thrill through her groin. “Smartass.”
He slid his fingers up her sides, and as they glided over her curves, she shivered and flinched.
“Ticklish?” he asked with a grin.
She gave him a dirty look.
He continued his path up her body until his fingers lodged underneath her arms. He pushed, raising them up and over her head.
“Yes, definitely the honor system. You’re going to stay exactly how I put you. No cheating. No touching. This is my show.”
An excited flutter chased circles around her stomach and into her throat as he threw her own words back at her.
“I can live with that,” she said casually, but her voice shook and betrayed the adrenaline coursing through her veins.
He let her arms go with a stern look to make sure she heeded his directive.
“Touch me,” she whispered. She ached for him, wanted him so desperately. He cupped her breasts, plumping and kneading. His thumbs brushed across her nipples, sending currents of fire through her chest. He plucked the points until they were stiff, erect and tingling. Applying firmer pressure, he pinched each peak.
She arched into him, crying out, begging for more, needing more.
His hands slid to her ribcage, and he lowered his head until his lips pressed against the spot between her breasts. Wet, warm, languid, his tongue swept out to taste her. The rough texture of his taste buds rasped across her belly as he moved lower. She spasmed uncontrollably.
He backed down the bed as his tongue swirled lower. It was becoming harder to obey his dictate and keep her arms still. She wanted to touch him, to clutch at his shoulders as he drove her mad with his lips.
He parted her thighs and kissed the inside of her leg tantalizingly close to her throbbing clit. Then he burrowed his fingers into her curls and stroked down the seam of her folds, coaxing them apart until she was bared to his touch and to his gaze.
When he lowered his head, she closed her eyes in anticipation of feeling his tongue on her most sensitive parts. He blew gently over her slit, and her groin muscles clenched in response.
She felt hot, needy, restless, like a snake ready to shed its skin. Her blood danced in her veins to a frantic rhythm in tune with the song he played with her body.
“Please,” she whispered. “I want your mouth on me.”
His tongue flicked out over her clit, sending a red hot bolt of flame spearing through her abdomen. Her nipples puckered. Her breasts plumped and swelled, aching with need.
His fingers further parted her folds, and he gently sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth, holding it there while he licked it repeatedly with the tip of his tongue.