Free SilkenSeduction by Tara Nina

showed in his eyes and his smile broadened, giving her a perfect view
of his dimples. Debonair and cute, quite a combination.
    “No, not at all. Please, come in.” She turned, smiling into
the beautiful array of colorful wildflowers. This thoughtful gesture warmed her
heart in a way she doubted he’d ever understand. No one had ever given her
flowers. He followed her, closing the door behind him. She walked into the
small kitchenette. There was no door or wall separating it from the tiny living
room. A rectangular counter with a cutting board top acted as the divider for
the rooms.
    “I see you did as I requested.”
    “Yes.” Temair’s insides knotted when he noted she wore no
hose or shoes as of yet. The heat of his nearness coated her like a favorite
blanket, warming her.
    “I like the dress.” He caressed her bare back exposed by the
evergreen silk halter dress she wore. “Very sensual.”
    His breath close to her ear tickled and made her nipples
harden.
    “Thank you,” she managed to reply, softly.
    He stood directly behind her as she placed the flowers in a
vase and filled it with water. In a light, velvety touch, his fingertips slid
up and down her spine, from between her shoulder blades to the small of her
back, causing her difficulty in focusing on the task at hand. Her vision
narrowed to the path of his caress. Up. Down. Tiny circles just above her
bottom then slowly, torturously, along her spine to repeat the motion between
her shoulders, then to the base of her neck. Every ounce of her tuned in to him
as if he were the bright light at the end of a dark tunnel and her only means
of escape.
    Seconds seemed like minutes before she managed to place the
vase on the counter without dropping it. He shortened the gap separating them
and maneuvered his hands into her dress from behind. Cupping her breasts, he
tugged her back against his chest. Any chance of thinking clearly evaporated.
    “Mmm, I really like this dress,” he claimed, then suckled
her earlobe.
    The way he strummed her nipples with his thumbs gave her
chills and initiated a raw need deep in her core. “You keep that up and we’ll
never leave the apartment.” The hoarseness of her voice mocked her desire.
    “That does sound enticing,” he purred against her neck. He
released her breasts and slid his hands out of her dress to rest them upon her
waist. “But I’ve got plans for you.”
    “What sort of plans?” she asked, meeting his gaze as she
looked across her shoulder. Desire slammed into her. Sexual hunger darkened his
expression, making her ache with the need to fuck him right there on the
counter.
    “I’ve given this evening lots of thought and preparation.”
He took her hand and lightly kissed her knuckles while his finger glided along
the lifeline in her palm. “Now, let’s finish getting you dressed.”
    Knowing he’d taken the time to prepare for their evening
gave her joy. What did he have in store? Anticipation swirled and made her
giddy. Her stomach fluttered and she couldn’t help but hope his plan entailed
sex. Lots and lots of sex. Temair led him to her bedroom, where she’d
left the black lace garter and silk stockings still in the box. Without a word,
he retrieved the garter and undid the hidden clasps within its silken lace.
    “Lift your skirt, Temair.” His accent thickened with his
command, giving her chills that heightened her nipples into solid peaks.
    She did as he asked, carefully lifting it to her waist,
exposing her leather thong. A wicked smile of approval brightened his face and
she was glad she’d chosen correctly. He wrapped the garter around her waist and
gently did the clasps.
    “Perfect fit,” he stated, smoothing the lace and stretching
the stays to hang along her thighs.
    His fingers lingered beneath the garter and traced the
thong’s waistband. When he tugged lightly on the thin strap of leather that
separated her cheeks, she moaned. “Ever had a cock here?” he whispered close to
her ear