Free Yours for the Night by Jasmine Haynes Page A

Not that he cared about other men, but he wanted an image.
    “He was older, fifty-five maybe. Not too bad-looking.” She cupped his cheeks in her palms, held his gaze. “But not like you. Nothing like you.”
    He liked knowing she found him more attractive. He popped the front clasp of her bra, and her breasts filled his hands. “They’re beautiful,” he said, with true reverence.
    “Thank you.” She shimmied out of the lacy garment and threw that, too, just as she’d tossed her shirt.
    “I like that you’re uninhibited.” He liked that she’d lost her earlier nervousness.
    She laughed, low, huskier this time. “I’m not usually. But you’re different.”
    He let himself believe her. “Tell me what you did out on the terrace.” Sliding his hands beneath the skirt, up her thighs, he stroked her ass. She held his shoulders, captured his gaze. “I put my hand down his pants and rubbed his cock. No kiss. No petting. Just right to it where anyone could have seen us.” Her hazel eyes deepened to the color of the ocean, and he knew that last part had turned her on the most. His cock throbbed in his pants.
    “Did he come?”
    “Oh yeah,” she whispered, her lips curving in a seductive smile. He couldn’t resist pinching her bottom, then gliding along the elastic band of her panties to palm her damp pussy. She didn’t balk or tell him he was moving too fast. Her skin was smooth, her belly slightly rounded, her pubic curls trimmed and soft to the touch. She shivered, and it flowed into him, until his body shuddered with need. “Did he touch you?”
    She shook her head.
    “Did you want him to?”
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    She shook her head again.
    “Why not? Because it was your first date with a man?” He didn’t stress the word, but they both knew it was a euphemism.
    Her fingers flexed slightly on his shoulders. “Because I liked being in control of his orgasm.”
    Heat streaked through him. He stroked her curls, lightly, without delving deeper. “I want to control yours.”
    With her deep inhale, her breasts rose, begging him. He’d never been so entranced with a woman. It was the kinky act of paying for sex, the date being only about sex, the fact he hadn’t even thought about sex in over a year. Suddenly he was consumed by it. Yet there was also a connection. He’d revealed a tiny hint of his turmoil. She’d given him a glimpse of her insecurities. It made what passed between them now so much hotter.
    He wanted to give her this, an orgasm that required nothing in return.

    HOLDING HER GAZE, HE HOOKED HIS FINGERS ALONG HER WAISTBAND
    and tugged her skirt, catching her panties, too. She blinked, bit her lip, but said nothing. Lifting, she allowed him to slide the material along her thighs, then rolling to the side, she shoved everything down her legs. Settling once more, completely nude in his lap, her skin flushed a rosy pink. Marianna shivered again, and it wasn’t cold. Oh no, she was hot all over. And terrified. A man she’d never met before, fully clothed. Her, totally naked, legs spread and vulnerable. She was wet. She’d never wanted anything more than she wanted this, and part of the allure was being at his mercy. With Brock, she’d been the one in control; at least that’s how she’d felt. With Chase, she had no control at all. And she loved it.
    His hand hovered just over her mound, his green eyes seeming almost to glow like jewels. “May I touch you?”
    “Yes.” Her voice cracked. It was one thing to slide your hand down a man’s pants, quite another to be totally exposed yourself. Yet she needed that orgasm badly. She wanted to give him her need, her desire, her control.
    “Please touch me or I might go crazy.”
    Sliding his hand between her legs, he parted her folds, and stroked her with two fingers. She almost cried out, it felt so damn good. Her head brushed the roof as she tipped back and let her body roll with his caress. It was better than 56
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