Free Treat Me (One Night with Sole Regret #8) by Olivia Cunning

what?”
    “Are you going to kiss me or do I have to take the initiative here?”
    “You messed up my plan,” he said.
    “Mmm.” That little sound did things to his tenacious grip on control. “Maybe we can make an adjustment to that plan,” she said.
    “Or maybe you can strip off your clothes, climb into my bed, and pretend to have been waiting for me all along.”
    “Mmm,” she murmured again. “But if I’d done that, I wouldn’t have been able to think of anything but how much I wanted you to join me, how it feels to have your strong, hot body against mine, your cock filling me. You probably would have discovered me with my fingers in my pussy, imagining they were yours.”
    That was exactly how he’d hoped to find her.
    “Amanda.” He lifted his hands, holding them a hair’s breadth from the skin of her arms. He fought the urge to grab her, throw her over his shoulder, and claim her as his. She shivered.
    “I am a little tired,” she said with a—hopefully—feigned yawn. “Maybe I should just go on to bed without you.”
    “Amanda.” He couldn’t seem to come up with anything more profound to say.
    “I guess I won’t need this,” she said. Her shirt brushed his face as she lifted her arms and stripped it off. “Would you mind holding it for me?” She handed him her shirt, and he bunched it into a ball against his chest.
    He wished there was more light so he could see her standing there in her bra, but the limited illumination was at her back, and he could only make out her silhouette.
    “Won’t need these either.”
    She unfastened her waistband, wiggled her hips, and then bent to collect her discarded shorts. He soon had them bundled up with her shirt against his chest.
    “Or this.”
    She released her bra and draped it over his shoulder. He should have turned on the light, he thought thickly.
    “It’s chilly in here,” she said. “My nipples are hard.” She leaned close and whispered in his ear. “Or maybe it’s because I crave your mouth on them.”
    Her bare breast brushed his arm, and he groaned. Damn, he wanted her. And he could take her; he knew she’d let him. But he was so enjoying her tease. He could only imagine what she’d do next, and he didn’t want to interrupt her little game.
    “Do you think I should take my panties off as well?” she asked.
    “Yes.”
    “Are you sure you don’t want me to leave them on? Sometimes when I think of you, I slide my hand inside them and touch myself. I did it this afternoon on my back patio.”
    “What?” It was more an aroused sigh than a word.
    “Remember when I texted you that I couldn’t stop thinking about you?”
    He nodded and licked his lips.
    “I wasn’t just making conversation, Jacob. After you signed off, I took matters into my own hand right there in my longue chair.”
    He sucked in an excited breath.
    “I was soaking in the warm rays of the sun, thinking about how you fucked me against that window in your hotel in San Antonio. I could almost feel the cool glass against my back, and I kept thinking about that excited-nervous feeling pulsing through me as you took me. I was so worried about us being seen.”
    Unable to resist, he nibbled on her jaw. “But you liked it, didn’t you? The thrill of wondering if you’d be caught?”
    Her huffed breath brushed over his cheek. “Yes. I think that’s why I slid my hand down my shorts right then and there. I don’t think anyone can see me in my backyard, but I don’t know that for sure. I barely had to rub my clit at all. I was already so turned on thinking about you that I came almost immediately.”
    “Wish I would have been there to catch you touching yourself.”
    “I could show you what you missed, slide my hand into my panties. I’d know what I was doing, and you could imagine what I was doing, but you wouldn’t be able to see my fingertips rubbing over my clit, dipping into my slick pussy.”
    Dear lord, the woman was driving him insane with words.