Dreams of Seduction by N. J. Walters Page A

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    “We won’t make love.” His clever fingers stroked from one nipple over to the other. Maggie’s breath caught in her throat. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good.”
    “That…that doesn’t seem fair.”
    His eyes darkened as he picked up a lock of her hair and used the ends to tease her breasts. “More than fair.” Jed leaned down and kissed her forehead. “I want to soap my hands and touch every inch of your body.”
    Put like that, how could she deny him? “Okay.” Her voice was breathless, but she couldn’t help it.
    Just thinking about what he wanted to do was turning her on.
    Jed moved suddenly, rolling out of bed and standing beside it. He held out his hand and she slid her fingers against his, letting him help her up. Standing naked beside him, she felt none of her earlier self-consciousness. She smiled and led the way to the bathroom.
    Not wanting to lose the ambiance, Maggie lit all three pillar candles that sat on the vanity in the bathroom. Their light flickered over the walls and their sweet lavender scent released into the air.
    “Nice.” Jed moved past her and turned on the water. When it was the right temperature, he stepped into the shower. He ducked beneath the spray and the water beat down on his head and shoulders, soaking him from head to toe in seconds.
    Maggie’s toes curled against the cool tile floor as she watched. His wet skin was as sexy as all get out.
    He raised his arm to shove his hair out of his eyes and his biceps rippled. His chest looked like it was carved from stone, hard and chiseled.
    “Coming in?” Jed held the curtain back and reached out his hand.
    Taking it, Maggie stepped in beside him.
    “What about your hair?”
    Damn, she’d forgotten about it. Stepping back out of the shower, she gathered her hair and wound it around her head. Grabbing a three-pronged clip from the counter, she jammed it into the knot, anchoring it in place.
    Satisfied, she turned and gingerly stepped back into the shower. Jed had been busy while she’d dealt with her hair. Soap sluiced down his arms and torso, pooling at his feet.
    He picked up the bar of soap from the ledge and rubbed it between his palms. Bubbles and lather quickly filled his hands. He tossed the bar of soap back into the holder and reached for her.
    Starting at her neck, he worked his way downward. His hands were gentle but thorough as he soaped her collarbone, her arms and even between her fingers. The slide of his fingers through hers was incredibly stimulating. A ripple shot through her pussy.
    She glanced down and, sure enough, her nipples were puckered again. Maggie was beginning to think that was going to be a permanent condition whenever Jed was around.
    He cupped the soft mounds of her breasts and massaged them, but didn’t touch the hard nubs. The lack of attention made them tighten even more. But Jed ignored them and worked his way down her ribcage, around her waist and over her hips. Light, frothy bubbles covered her skin.
    “You’re so soft and womanly.” Jed went down on one knee in front of her. He worked his hands over her thighs and calves before sliding them up inside her legs. Maggie shifted her feet, widening her stance as he moved closer to her sex.
    Strong, sure fingers sifted through her pubic hair before gliding over her slick folds. “Your taste is like your hair color—spicy, like cinnamon.” He leaned closer and tongued her clit as he slid two fingers deep into her sheath.
    Just like that, Maggie’s orgasm struck hard and fast. Her inner muscles clutched at his fingers. He continued to tongue the hard nub of nerves at the apex of her thighs. It wasn’t quite as strong as her earlier climax, but was softer and deeper. “Jed,” she moaned between gasps of air. Her legs trembled and her knees threatened to give out. She groped for the wall, lending support to her shaky body.
    “Damn.” Jed stood and gathered her into his arms. “That was incredible.”