Living in Sin (Living In…) by Jackie Ashenden Page B

an option.
    So you’d better take the consequences, hadn’t you?
    “W-what if I don’t want to?”
    His intent dark gaze didn’t move from hers. “Then you know where the door is.”
    So, she could leave. But then that would mean backing down. That would mean admitting she was scared, that she wasn’t ready. Failure.
    Fuck that. This was like the moment in the bath, where she’d made herself come imagining him watching her, watching but unable to touch…
    Lily put her hand on her stomach and slid her fingers down between her thighs, muscles instinctively tightening as she did so, another wave of heat washing over her.
    “Put your thumb on your clit,” Kahu ordered. “Stroke yourself.”
    She swallowed, dizzy at the sudden rush of pleasure as she moved her thumb like he said, brushing over the sensitive flesh between her legs. And again. And again. She let out a ragged, gasping breath, shifting restlessly on the seat.
    The fire leapt behind him, light flickering over his face. “Slow down and keep it slow.”
    No, God, she didn’t want it slow. But there was something so compelling about his voice, about what he was telling her to do that she obeyed without thought, her movements becoming languid, tantalizing. Small, aching circles.
    She closed her eyes, pleasure gathering inside her in a tight, hot ball.
    “Eyes on me, ballerina.”
    It didn’t even cross her mind this time to disobey, lifting her lids to find him watching her. Hot. Dark. So hungry… The air escaped her lungs, shivers whispering over her skin.
    “Fingers in your pussy,” he said softly. “Keep that thumb on your clit. Nice and slow, Lily. I want to see you panting for it. I want to see you desperate.”
    Oh Jesus. Why was this so fucking hot? Why was she on the edge of orgasm so quickly already?
    She didn’t even think about not doing it, reaching lower, easing one finger into her sex. Her flesh felt hot, slick, tight around her finger, her thighs trembling.
    “Deeper.” Kahu’s voice sounded much rougher now, his jaw tight, the expression on his face like a man starving.
    She slid her finger in farther, her hips lifting instinctively. A gasp escaped her dry throat. God, this was…intense. And so, so good. The pleasure that was rushing through her was inexorable. Unstoppable.
    Moving her hand, Lily began to pant, her gaze fixed to his. Watching the effect she was having on him, seeing the darkness move in his eyes.
    It was addictive, this kind of power. A power she’d never thought or even expected to have. The power of her passion, her sexuality. Her body working as it should, giving her so much pleasure. And all completely under her control, all totally driven by her…
    Until Kahu stepped up to the chair and leaned over her, shocking her into immobility. He put one palm on the back of the chair near her head and without saying a word, reached down and gripped her wrist, pulling her hand away from her body.
    The touch of his skin on hers was like a lightning rod, conducting raw energy straight through her. She gasped aloud, freezing in the chair, trembling all over, her body screaming.
    Don’t stop. Don’t stop, please.
    Perhaps he wasn’t going to stop. Perhaps he was going to put his own hand down there, touch her aching flesh. Slide his finger inside her, make her come so hard.
    “Kahu,” she whispered, helplessly.
    He was so close, the heat from his body against her bare skin hotter than any fire. And he smelled like laundry fresh off the line, clean and hot in the sun, with a faint spicy scent. Tea tree or cedar or something.
    All she could think was yes, fucking finally. He was going to touch her. He was going to do what she’d been wanting him to do for so long.
    But he didn’t.
    He lifted her hand, his tar-black gaze on hers.
    Then he put the fingers that had been between her legs into his mouth.
    Heat exploded against her skin, the eroticism of it making her gasp aloud again. “Oh…Jesus…”
    Gripping her wrist