Twelve Days of Temptation (A Hot Holiday Novella) (Temptation #1) (11 page)

Kate waited for Brock to arrive for their date. She thought about what Mr. Elf had said. Could she have everything she was looking for in one man—just by telling him what she wanted?

She wrote a list of what was important to her, things she wanted to try, both by herself and with Brock. Once she started, the list poured out of her. She read it over and blushed, but she wasn’t as embarrassed as she thought she would be. Mr. Elf was right. If Brock didn’t want the same things she did, that didn’t make what she wanted wrong. She stuffed it in her purse as a reminder to be brave and express her needs.

When she met Brock at the door, they both froze in place, awkwardly staring at each other. It was as if he knew what she’d spent the afternoon thinking about. But there was no way he could.

She asked him to come inside while she gathered her purse and coat. The hungry way he watched her reminded her of the night he’d first kissed her. She hadn’t seen that look in his eyes since. It gave her courage.

“I booked a table at Giuilio’s,” he said.

“That was my favorite restaurant when I lived here before.”

“I know.” He took her coat and held it for her while she slipped it on. She might have imagined it, but she thought she felt Brock inhale deeply beside her neck as if he was breathing in her scent.

“You are constantly surprising me in the most amazing ways,” she said. Kate was used to men trying to impress her by talking about themselves or feeding her lines, but even her ex-husband had never paid attention to what she liked the way Brock did. Caring about her happiness was the biggest compliment a man could give a woman. Brock did it naturally, without making a big deal out of it. She could see why so many people loved him; she was already falling for him herself.

He turned her around and looked deeply into her eyes. “You look like you want to say something, Kate.”

“I’m not actually hungry,” Kate whispered.

“Thank God,” Brock said just as softly.

He bent down and was about to kiss her, but Kate stopped him with a hand on his chest. He raised his head in surprise, looking wildly aroused and confused at the same time. “What’s wrong?”

Even though she wanted to kiss him almost more than she wanted to breathe, she had been rehearsing what she wanted to say to him, and she didn’t want to rush forward without saying it. She didn’t want this to be another relationship that happened
to
her and left her feeling she was only along for the ride. If she and Brock were going to take their relationship to the next level, she wanted to play a part in deciding what it would look like. “Can we talk first?”

He took her hand and placed it on the long length of his bulging cock. Even through his pants she could feel it jump at her touch. “I can attempt a conversation, but most of my blood is presently here. I can’t guarantee I’ll answer in full sentences.”

Not able to stop herself, Kate caressed his cock, loving how it grew even wider and fuller. “You’re so big. I’ve only really been with my husband, and he was nothing like this.”

Brock groaned. “I would tell you I don’t want to hear about your ex, but if you keep stroking me like that you can talk about whatever the fuck you want.”

Kate experimented with how she was rubbing him and watched his expression. Pleasing her ex had been something she’d felt she had to do, and she’d told herself she’d enjoyed it, but it hadn’t ever made her wet like touching Brock was doing right now. Knowing that Brock was holding himself back, despite wanting her as badly as he obviously did, all because she’d asked him to, made Kate want to drive him out of his mind.

She wanted to see him lose control and take what he wanted.

She stepped back and dropped her coat to the floor. “I have a secret,” she whispered.

Brock looked like he’d stopped breathing as he waited for her to share it.

She stepped out of her shoes and kicked them aside. “I want two men.”

Brock paled.

With what she hoped were sexy moves, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt and dropped it, along with her bra, onto the floor. She undid her pants and slid them, along with her underwear, down her legs. “I want a nice man during the day.” She put a finger in her mouth, then drew a wet trail down across one breast, over her stomach, and to her wet slit. While he watched, she dipped it inside of herself and grazed the sensitive tip of her clit. “But at night I want to fuck a man who knows what he wants and knows how to make a woman give it to him.”

Brock’s nose flared and he said, “I can be both of those men.”

Kate walked over, proudly naked before him, and slipped her finger, which was still wet from her own juices, into his mouth. “Then consider this your interview for the position.”

***

Fuck yes.

Brock roughly hauled her to him. He already knew what she liked. He felt like he’d been preparing for this moment his whole life. This might be his only chance to win her over, and he was willing to do whatever it took, for as long as it took, to convince her they belonged together.

He dug his hand into her hair and held her face before his. He had to be careful not to give away how much he already knew about her. “We have all night, Kate. There won’t be an inch of you I won’t lick, until you’re cry out to have my cock in you. But you made me wait a long time, and now that I know you don’t want to fuck a nice guy, I know exactly how I want to start.” He hovered his lips over hers. “You want me to kiss you, don’t you? That would be too easy, wouldn’t it?”

Kate licked her lips, and she caressed the bulge in his pants again.

Brock unzipped the front of his pants, releasing his cock. He took her hands in his and said, “Kneel, Kate.”

She dropped to her knees and he almost came just looking at her, knowing she was eager to take instruction from him. “Tell me what you want, Kate.”

She moved a hand as if she was going to reach for him, but he held her hands captive in his. “Say it.”

“I want your cock in my mouth.” She stared at his erection hungrily.

“Look at me, Kate.”

Kate looked up at him, her eyes wild and aroused.

He’d played this game with her before and taken it too far. He never wanted that to happen again. “I only want to take what you want to give. If I ask you for something and you don’t like it, I want you to tell me. And I don’t want you to do it. We are partners in this. You and me. That’s the only way I’ll do this. Do you understand? Maybe we need a safe word. Something you say when you want to stop.”

“How about ‘stop’?”

Despite the fact that he was near insane with desire to be in her mouth, Brock chuckled. “We could keep it that easy, but from what I’ve read it’s more fun if you don’t use that word.”

Kate looked confused, “More fun? Oh, okay. How about—I’m serious. Knock it off.”

Brock smirked. “We’ll figure it out. For now, just shut up and fuck me with your mouth, Kate.”

Kate teased his tip by circling it with her tongue. “I love it when you get impatient.”

Brock let go of her hands and reached down, closing two fists around her hair. He was done talking. He guided her mouth onto him and shuddered with pleasure from the wet heat of it. Her tongue stroked his length as she took him deeper. She reached beneath him, cupping his balls, and alternated deep sucking with licks of her tongue. Her other hand slid down the back of the pants he still wore and gripped his ass.

On her knees, she could have asked him for anything, and he wouldn’t have been able to deny her. Her submission gave her more control over him than any other woman had ever had, or ever would again. And he wouldn’t mind telling her that, if he were ever able to speak again.

He was completely, irreversibly hers.

As he felt the first twinge of an orgasm, he fought to hold out, but he’d waited so long he knew he couldn’t contain it. “I’m going to come,” he said, “and you will take it all in.” It was a command, but also a question.

She nodded, and he closed his eyes and exploded down her throat. She continued sucking on him until he eased her head back. “Fuck, that was good.” She sat back on her heels, waiting for him with an almost uncertain expression on her face. He gave her his hand and helped her up.

He hugged her to his chest and whispered in her ear, “Now you, Kate. Tell me what you want. And I’ll do it. Whatever it is.”

“We can take turns?” she asked so innocently he remembered how little experience she actually had.

He kissed her lips gently and said, “There are no rules, Kate, except the ones we make ourselves. Do you want a turn?”

Her eyes widened with excitement. “You’ll really do anything?”

He thought about it for a minute, then grinned. “I guess we’ll find out, won’t we? We all have limits, Kate. Let’s explore them together.”

A wide smile spread across her face. “Then I want you to kiss me everywhere and make me come again and again until I say I can’t possibly come one more time. Then I want a good old-fashioned, up-against-the-wall fucking. How does that sound?”

I think I’m in love.

***

Kate shuddered with pleasure when Brock quickly undressed and easily lifted her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around his bare waist and felt the tip of his cock graze her sex. As she clung to him, her hands closed over his bulging biceps. He wasn’t the type to flaunt what he had, but what he had was oh, so good.

As he kissed her neck, Kate ran her hands hungrily over him. She couldn’t get enough of him. His muscular shoulders, rock-hard chest, and rippled abs. She ran a hand down between them, loving how ragged his breathing became beneath her touch.

His hands cupped her ass, poising her above his cock. He slowly lowered her down onto him, filling her, then withdrew and stroked her wet clit with his tip. “I want to lose myself in you right now, but I have a better idea.”

He carried her to the kitchen and laid her down on the rectangular breakfast table. She felt exposed and excited when he stepped away, but he was back in a heartbeat with one of her large linen napkins. He folded it and used it to blindfold her. Then he whispered in her ear, “I’m going to give you just what you asked for, Kate. I’m going to enjoy every inch of you. Slowly. As much as we can both bear. Then, and only then, I’ll give you that wall fuck.”

She reached for him, but he took both her hands in one of his and tied them together above her head with another napkin. She could have gotten loose if she wanted to.
But who the hell wants to?

The blindfold heightened her other senses, and she was intensely aware of each place his breath caressed. She felt him standing to one side of the table. His lips followed where his breath tickled, and Kate was soon writhing with anticipation. He took his time with her neck, her collarbone, then kissed his way down her arm. She wanted his mouth on her breast, but he only gave it a grazing lick before moving down her other arm. By the time he gave her stomach a light kiss, she was moaning audibly.

“What do you want, Kate?” he asked. For just a second he reminded her of someone else, but when his lips settled around one of her nipples, all her thoughts were driven away. His tongue flicked and circled her. His teeth lightly nipped and tugged. When he rolled her other nipple between his thumb and fingers, Kate brought her hands up and around his neck.

He raised his head and said, “You like that, don’t you?”

“Oh, God, yes,” she rasped.

His left hand ran down her stomach and closed over her sex. He squeezed it possessively. “You’re so beautiful, Kate, laid out like this for me to feast on. I don’t want to rush. Don’t touch me. Let me touch you. I want to watch you come for me again and again.”

He leisurely stroked one finger back and forth between her lower lips. “You’re so wet already. So eager to have me inside you. But not yet. Not yet.”

He slid one finger inside her, then a second. As his mouth returned to suckle and tease her nipple, his left hand pumped in and out of her. His right hand kneaded her other breast, then alternated with his mouth until she was drowning beneath the overwhelming sensations flooding through her.

As his fingers worked in and out of her, he caressed her clit with his thumb. He thrust his fingers deeper and deeper until he found the spot that made her gasp. Fire shot through her body, and she whimpered with pleasure. He began to increase his speed, connecting each of his thrusts with her most sensitive spot until she was weeping with pleasure and coming in an explosion of heat.

And still he didn’t stop. He kissed his way down her stomach as he walked to the end of the table to stand between her legs. She heard him draw up a chair to sit. He pulled her toward him, draping her legs over his shoulders and lifting her ass off the table with his hands.

He lapped at her. “God, you taste divine.” He ran his tongue intimately from her ass to her clit and back, worshipping each section of her as he went. She felt him tugging her toward a second, even more powerful orgasm each time his tongue thrust inside her.

He pulled back, spread her lower lips wider, and blew gently on her exposed clit. Then he suckled it with a force that had Kate gripping her legs around his neck as pleasure shook through her.