Free Tempt Me Tonight by Toni Blake

him. She liked his eyes. Etched with experience, a past, they sported just a hint of those little crinkles at the edges that made a man look as if he’d lived, as if he knew things.
    Easy to get lost in them, those eyes. It always
had
been.
    And right now, they were melting her, owning her.
    But that couldn’t happen.
You have to do the owning here. You have to be the one calling the shots.
    So she didn’t squander another second. And like everything else so far, it came shockingly easy to skim her hands up her body to the top hooks of the dress, between her breasts. It came easy to flick them open, feel the snug fabric parting, exposing more of the cleavage her tight bra created. Her breasts ached beneath his gaze, and she remembered the last time he’d seen them—that night at the lake.
    But no, don’t think about that. This is now. And this is like sex with a stranger—because he’s not the guy you knew then.
    “Don’t stop there, cupcake.”
    His voice moved through her as powerful as a kiss—she felt it at her very core, his low rasp fueling her, letting her know he was edging back from shock into the lust she required from him. She undid the next few hooks, letting the dress open further.
    She liked hearing his breath catch. Liked the heat climbing her thighs, spreading through her like warm fingers.
    “Keep going,” he prodded in a low voice, and she did, revealing her body to him bit by bit. Another few hooks and her lacy bra was on display, her stomach bared. Soon the dress opened completely, and Trish shrugged free of it, letting it fall to the floor behind her.
    She stood before him feeling like erotica personified in her lingerie, stockings, and heels. His eyes burned on her like blue flames, and her entire body began to sizzle with an almost animal need.
    Suddenly, she suffered a want that surpassed last night, or even a few minutes ago.
    She suffered a want that burned feral and reckless.
    A want that knew no thought or decision—only impulse.
    And that impulse led her to drop to her knees between his parted legs. To reach out, deftly undoing the button at his waistband with a flick of her wrist. To smoothly ease the zipper down over that bulge.
    Oh God. Yes. He was so hard…and she’d never…back then, they’d never…she’d only once touched him through his jeans, but it had felt too brazen, too raw, and she’d drawn her hand away and resumed letting
him
touch
her.
    But now she was finally ready to do some touching. Brazen or not.
    Using both hands, she spread the denim wide, then lifted the white cotton of his underwear over the column contained within. She let out a tiny gasp when she saw him—full, erect, magnificent. She didn’t mean to, but he was too incredible like this.
    “Aw, God,” he breathed, his gaze dripping with arousal.
    Normally, she would never be this intimate with a man she didn’t know well, with someone who was practically a stranger to her now. But like
all
of this—it felt right, natural. So easy to skim her fingertips down his length, smooth as satin, hard as steel. Easy to bend over him, licking a path from base to tip.
    She absorbed his sweet shudder, heard his low moan. She wanted this so much, more than she’d even realized until this moment, and she’d long since ceased thinking about control, or who was getting, or giving, or who would win. The encounter had escalated into something far more powerful than that.
    Lifting her gaze, she found his face wrenched with desperation, passion, disbelief.
    And with her eyes still locked on his, she lowered a tiny kiss to the tip of his erection, making them
both
shudder this time—just before she took him in her mouth.
    As she let him fill her, she experienced the overwhelming bliss of delivering ultimate pleasure, and even as his sighs and moans echoed above, sounding almost like pain, she knew his response was actually the deepest sort of ecstasy.
    But when she least expected it, he raised her head between his