Free Dark Seduction by Cheyenne McCray Page B

near the bed he stopped and turned her so that she was facing a mirror. She saw the elegant woman reflected back at her and strangely she found it erotic to be in someone else’s body when a man was going to make love to her. It was like role-play, almost. Like dress up.
    Carla’s lips were full and soft. Her breasts were large and she moved her hands up to cup them as Logan watched her. She saw the hunger in his eyes as she brushed her palms over her nipples that were barely covered by the low-cut dress.
    He moved his hands to the hook at the top of the dress then unzipped it. She watched the dress slide down her body to her bare feet and she stepped out of it, now wearing only a black half-bra with her matching panties.
    A crystal pin held her hair back and he took it out so that her hair fell in a soft whisper that was like silk on her shoulders. Her hair reached partway down her back where it tickled her between her shoulder blades.
    He took her by her upper arms and turned her to face him again. She braced her hands on his shoulders as he lowered his head and traced her cleavage with his tongue above the bra, causing her to sigh with pleasure. He reached around her to unfasten her bra and let it drop to the floor then cupped her breasts.
    She caught her breath as he sucked each of her nipples, swirling his tongue around the taut nubs. He tugged at each nipple with his teeth making them feel even harder. His shoulders felt powerful beneath his suit coat and she pushed at it, wanting it off.
    Instead of allowing her to take it off, he showed her who was in control. He took her wrists in his hands and pinned them behind her back, which caused her to thrust out her chest. He kissed her again before trailing his lips along her jaw, down to the hollow of her throat and to the sensitive spot between her breasts.
    He released her wrists and hooked his fingers in her panties and pushed them over her hips and down her thighs and let them fall the rest of the way to the floor. She stepped out of them as he drew her forward, fully into his arms.
    His clothing felt erotic against her bare skin as he pressed his body to hers and kissed her again. She liked this slow and sensual assault on her senses that was so different than their wild love making the weekend she met him. She’d loved every minute of that weekend like she loved every moment of the present.
    He stepped back from her and removed his suit jacket, tossing it on a chair beside the double doors. Then he guided her to the bed and she sat on the edge, the comforter soft beneath her ass and her thighs. He gently pushed her down so that she was lying on the bed, her head resting on one of the pillows.
    Still clothed, he moved so that he was over her, bracing his hands to either side of her. He looked down and her lips parted as she met his gaze. For a moment she felt as if he could see straight through her, see that she wasn’t really Carla. But then he eased down her body.
    Butterflies flipped in her belly as he moved between her legs then pressed open her thighs, spreading her wide for him. He lowered his head, his hair brushing against her inner thighs. Her legs started to tremble as she waited for that moment his tongue would be on her.
    With a light flick of his tongue, he licked her clit again and again and she nearly came up off the bed. He had barely touched her and he had her moaning and wriggling.
    She watched him as he began licking her and sucking her harder and she cried out, unable to hold back. Seeing him between her thighs made the experience all the more exciting. She felt an orgasm building faster than she’d ever experienced before. It grew in intensity, coming closer and closer as he buried his face between her thighs and applied more pressure. Her body bucked against him as she came in a hard rush. Her cry was long and she clamped her thighs around his head, wanting him to stop yet wanting him to continue.
    When he raised his head he gave her a sexy