Kendall didn’t rise to his bait. “Of course not, Vincent. There’d be no faking it with me. I’d get you off.”
Her blunt words seemed to have stolen his thunder for a moment, but only a moment. His tongue snaked out over his lips, and again he ran his hand over his head. “How would you do that?”
Something came over Kendall like a shadow across the sun. Some naughty impulse she didn’t understand, but couldn’t deny. She looked him up and down, and knew there was no turning back.
She leaned over in her chair to look at his bare feet, then followed his legs, clad in loose cotton trousers to his waist. Farther up, across his chest beneath the tight white T-shirt, then his shoulders, neck and, finally, to his face. She felt a small, slow smile cross her face, and she pressed her lips together to restrain it.
“I’d start with your feet,” she said.
“Damn.”
“I’d kneel at your feet.” Even the sound of her voice had changed, gone deeper, slower, like molasses or liquid smoke. “I’d take your foot in my hands and I’d kiss your ankle. I’d stroke your toes, one by one, and massage the curve of your arch.
“I’d move my mouth along the line of your calf to your knee. To the soft spot behind your knee. I’d lick you there and maybe nibble a little bit. Then up your thigh, a little higher, on the inside, where the hair isn’t so thick. Where the sun doesn’t reach, and you’re paler there.”
“How do you…” He wiped a hand across his face. “Never mind.”
“Then I’d concentrate on your chest because I know that’s what all the women go crazy for…those big muscles and that flat, toned stomach. But I’d kiss you there, slowly, until I got to your nipples. Nobody bothers much with them, do they?”
As she spoke, his nipples poked like twin spikes through the soft cotton of his shirt. “Uh…no.”
“I’d kiss each one, lightly, then swirl my tongue around the dark circles. I’d take you in my mouth and suck, soft then hard, until I heard you moan.”
Kendall heard him moan a little now, though he bit it back. She leaned back in her chair, her legs spread slightly to allow him a glimpse of bare thigh beneath her skirt. Her own nipples pushed at the front of her lightweight camp shirt. Though the sun had already sunk low enough to leave a red haze in the sky, she felt languid and lazy from heat.
“I’d make tiny little bites all around your nipples, maybe even one hard enough to leave a red mark. And you know what you’d be doing this whole time?”
“No.”
“Nothing.” She smiled. “Not one damn thing because this is my show, Vincent.”
He didn’t rise to her challenge, but let her continue.
“Then I’d move up to your throat, to that small hollow right there where your pulse beats. And I’d lick that, too. Along your neck, up to the curve of your jaw, and then…then I’d slide onto your lap and take your face in my hands, and I think I’d kiss you for a while.”
His hands gripped the arms of his chair. His face remained stoic, but she could tell it took an effort to do so. The crotch of his cotton pants bulged very satisfactorily, but Kendall found she couldn’t take satisfaction. The sight had her swallowing heavily and shifting in her seat.
“I’d open your mouth with mine,” she continued, “and fill it with my tongue. In and out, slowly, faster, however you wanted it. I’d let you put your hands on my hips to pull me closer to you, and I’d feel the rise of your cock against me through my clothes.”
“We’re wearing clothes?” His voice was hoarse.
She grinned wickedly. “I am. You’re not.”
He gave a small, nearly infinitesimal shudder.
“I kiss you some more, until you plead with me to let you slide inside me.”
Now, at last, she’d said the wrong thing. His eyes narrowed. “I don’t beg.”
“I said plead. That just means saying please.”
He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t beg.”
But his cock still looked hard and his face was still flushed with arousal. She hadn’t lost this one yet. Kendall got up from her chair and went over to him. She lifted one knee until it pressed on his thigh. She let her glance fall to his erection.
“That says you do.”
He glanced down too, then back up at her. His mouth spread into the familiar cocky grin. “That thinks