Had she ever been this turned on? Heat swirled through her body like a whirlwind. Building, twisting, teasing. Higher and higher, tighter and tighter.
He squeezed. She gasped, moaning and leaning into his hand.
More, she demanded again.
His hand didnt leave her breast, but the other moved higher up her back. She felt a tiny snap as the hooks gave way. The straps of her bra sagged, slipping down her shoulders.
Before she could decide if this was good or bad, his fingers skimmed under the fabric and flicked her nipple. Like an electric shock, the sensation shot through her body with a zinging awareness. Pandora whimpered, shifting left, then right, as her favorite sexy panties dampened with evidence of her need.
I like how you follow directions, she said against his lips, her laugh only a little bit nervous.
Lets see how you do, he returned, leaning back so he could see the bounty hed released. Take it off.
I beg your-
Off, he demanded. To emphasize his command, he took those amazing hands off her and stepped backward. Pandora wanted to whimper. She wasnt sure if it was over the loss of his magic fingers, the denial of his body. Or if it was pure embarrassment of having him this focused on her body. It wasnt bad, but it wasnt centerfold quality, either.
Blushing, Pandora twitched the sides of her dress inward. She didnt pull it closed. She didnt want to send a message that playtime was over. But, still, she wasnt sure she wanted to play peekaboo like this.
Cmon, Pandora. I want to see. His words were husky. His vivid gold eyes were intense and just a little needy.
Wouldnt you rather taste? she asked with her most wicked sexy look.
Im the kind of guy who likes to cover all the bases, he said with a grin. He sounded relaxed, but she could see the heat in his eyes, the tightness of his body. The oh-my-God huge ridge pressing against his zipper. So lets start with the visual, then well move on to the other senses.
She wanted this, she reminded herself. Wanted to be front and center of attention. And even more, she wanted Caleb. Wanted a night of mindless, wild sexual exploration.
Which meant she had to step up to the plate and play the game. With that reminder ricocheting around her head, Pandora lifted her chin, then took a step backward.
She released the edges of her dress, rounding her shoulders for just a second so her bra straps slipped down under the sleeves, catching on her upper arms. Calebs eyes were like lasers, sharp and intense as he stared.
She skimmed her fingers up her bare abdomen and cupped her lace-covered breasts. His stare intensified. Pandoras fingers folded over the top of the cups of her bra in preparation for tugging it down. But she couldnt do it.
It was as if her shyness was in battle with the power of Calebs sexual magnetism, amplified by the aphrodisiacs. She wanted this, like crazy. But it scared her.
Slowly, her eyes still locked on his, she turned. Back to him, her head angled so she could still see him, she pulled the bra straps off her arms, under the fabric of her dress, then let the bra dangle at her side.
Toss it aside, he ordered.
She tossed it toward the couch, the red lace catching the edge of one magenta pillow and hanging there like a flag of surrender.
Turn around, he commanded. His voice was husky, his body tense. He looked like the bad boy that rumor claimed him to be. He didnt scare her, though. Instead, his demeanor made her feelamazing. Sexy and strong.
All because he looked at her as if she was the hottest thing hed ever seen. The answer to all his sexual fantasies, even.
Holding on to that thought, Pandora turned.
As she faced him again, Caleb kept his eyes on hers for three beats, then dropped his gaze. He arched a brow at her hands clutching the filmy fabric of her dress closed, so she let it go and dropped her arms to her sides. As her breath shuddered in and out, the fabric shifted, sliding over her rigid nipples, adding a whole new layer to the torturous delight going through her body.
He stepped closer. He reached up, his fingers tracing her areola, visible through the veil of black fabric. Her nipples beaded tighter. Heat circled low in her belly, making Pandora press her thighs together to intensify the wet delight.
His gaze shifted, meeting hers.
His eyes were molten gold. Slumberous and sexy.
Nice, was all he said, though.
Before she could ask him what that was supposed to mean, he leaned forward and took the opposite nipple into his mouth, sucking on it through the fabric. The wet heat of his lips, combined with the subtle abrasion of the material, made her gasp in delight.
Desire melted her body. Her knees felt soggy, so she grabbed on to him to keep her balance.
You like? he asked, his teeth scraping over the aching tip before he sucked again.
I really, really like, she hoarsely agreed.
Her fingers scraped a gentle trail over the wide breadth of his shoulders, then down until she reached those freaking rock-hard biceps. She gave a low growl deep in her throat as she tried to wrap her hands around his arms. Too big, too large, too wide. She hoped that meant other things were big and wide, too.
He swept his hand up the opening of the fabric, his palm hard and warm as it skimmed her body, leaving a trail of tingling awareness behind. He cupped her breast, his long fingers squeezing in rhythm as he sucked.
Her body went into heavenly spasms. Wet heat pooled between her legs, emphasizing the aching pressure building there. So needy she wanted to beg, Pandora wrapped one calf around his leg, pressing tight to try to relieve the ache.
He growled his approval. Then he grabbed her butt with both hands and lifted, making Pandora squeak in shock. Not lifting his mouth from her breast, he swung her around so her back was against the wall, anchored between it and the hardness of his body.
Oh, yeah, she murmured, letting her head fall back with a thud. It was definitely easier to focus on the pleasure if she didnt have to worry about not falling on her ass.
Finished playing through the fabric, Caleb pushed open her dress and gave a low, husky growl at the sight of her bare breasts. Pandora knew her chest was flushed almost as pink as her nipples, but she didnt care. She loved his reaction. Loved the appreciative heat in his eyes and the way his fingers tightened on her waist as he stared.
Kiss me, she whispered.
Calebs eyes met hers and she swallowed the sudden lump in her throat. His gaze was hungry, but there was an appreciation, a sort of soft wonder, in his eyes that made her feel as if she was the most incredible woman in the world.
Then his mouth met hers and she forgot to think at all. His tongue caressed, then slipped gently between her lips. He tasted delicious. Hot and mysterious, with just a hint of chocolate. As he kissed her, his hands slid up to gently cup her cheeks, tilting her head to the side just a little so his mouth could better access hers.
Pandora swore she was melting. Not just sexually, although one more rub of his thigh against hers and shed explode. But emotionally. The kiss was pure romance. Sweetly sensual, sexually charged and oh, so perfect.
Then he changed the angle. His mouth devoured. His hands skimmed over her shoulders, taking her dress down her arms. He gripped her hips for just a second, pulling her body away from the wall so the fabric could fall free to the floor.
Leaving her naked, except for her tiny little black panties.
She shivered as his fingers, just the tips, trailed a path along her spine. Up to her shoulder blades, where with the gentlest of pressure, he pressed her bare breasts tighter against his chest. Down to the small of her back, right above her butt, where his fingers curved down beneath the strip of elastic and gripped her buns. His fingers grazed her thigh, leaving heated trails of pleasure.
The move brought Pandora closer, so she locked her calf around the back of his knee and hugged tight, trying to relieve some of the pressure building between her thighs, swirling and tightening. Her breath came in gasps now as his fingers slipped around her hip, tracing the elastic of her panties. First at her belly, then around her thigh.
She shifted her knee, pulling back just a little. Inviting his fingers. Hoping hed take the hint and touch her. She needed him to touch her, to drive her those last crazy steps over the edge.
But he just kept tracing the elastic. Caressing in soft, teasing moves.
He wasnt trying to drive her to passion, he was just driving her insane.
More, dammit, she said against his mouth.
Then she felt his kiss shift as he grinned. Before she could decide if she was amused or irritated that hed made her beg, his fingers slipped beneath the silk of her panties and found her.
They traced her swollen folds, teasing, stroking, enticing. Pandora swirled her hips, matching her rhythm to the dance of his fingers.
His mouth left hers to trail kisses, tiny sweet kisses, over her jaw and down the smooth flesh of her throat, laid bare as she tilted her head back against the wall.
His head dipped lower.
Her heart pounded harder.
His fingers slipped, first one, then two, then three, into the hot slick heat of her welcoming flesh.
Her breath came in pants.
His fingers thrust. In, then out. In, then out.
His lips closed over the rigid, pouting tip of her breast, sipping and laving the aching bud in time with his dancing fingers.
Pandoras head spun. Heat coiled, tight and low. Her hips twisted, shifted, undulating in time with the thrust of his fingers. Need screamed through her, demanding release.
Then he flicked his thumb over her slick folds.
And she exploded.
And she exploded.
She cried out in delight as the climax pounded through her, taking her over once, then twice. Her body rang with pleasure. The lights of the Christmas tree flashed before her eyes, echoing the fireworks exploding in her mind.
It wasnt until she floated back to earth a couple of minutes-or years-later, that she realized hed wrapped his arms around her in a soothing, rocking sort of hug.
Pandoras heart dissolved into a gooey mess.
See, she murmured against the hard comfort of his shoulder, curving in tighter as he hugged her close. Told you itd be great.