Turn Me On (12 page)

Initially, she’d given him grief, telling him for the first time that
she was in love with him. That she’d always been in love with him. When she’d
started to cry, Reed had felt like a total asshole. That was before reminding
himself that she was in love with one aspect of him. His money. His decision to
go through with the marriage to Lissa had never wavered. The reasons still
held. He wasn’t about to be saddled with a woman he’d never get rid of who,
despite the fact they’d hooked up a few times over the years for dinner and sex,
really only wanted him for his money.

Lissa knew the score. A few weeks for propriety’s sake and they could
call it a day.

The sound of the shower brought him from his musings. He dropped the
menu he’d been clutching and checked his watch.

He could start the main event any time he wanted, so he used the time
waiting for Lissa by placing their order for dinner. He selected a rare steak
for himself and lightly poached salmon for Lissa, which he knew was her
favorite. Reaching for the phone, he gave the order and specific instructions
as to how and when it should be served. He hoped he was doing the right thing
and she wouldn’t flip out on him again for presuming to order for her.

He grabbed the remote and sat back on the sofa. Channel surfing, he
thought of Lissa. She’d looked so damn beautiful when she’d stepped out of the
taxi that morning. She’d looked…vulnerable, he realized now. Shit. Why hadn’t
he seen it before? Why hadn’t he spent more time reassuring her about this
whole deal of theirs? It was different for women. They needed stroking and
encouragement. It can’t have been easy for her.

Damn. Why the hell had he brought her here? She’d likely hate it. Worst
case scenario, she might pack up her overnight bag and run. As fast as those
long, sexy legs could carry her.

He was in the process of considering whether to settle the bill and
drive them home, when the door to the bedroom opened. He glanced over his
shoulder, and his heart all but stopped.

Lissa stood in the doorway wearing some navy lace deal that pushed her
breasts up toward her chin. Her fabulous legs were bare, while her feminine
folds were covered by a thin scrap of material secured at the hip by strips of
ribbon. A floaty kind of wrap skimmed her shoulders and fell almost to the
floor.

His mouth went dry. His blood heated to boiling. He shifted so he could
keep his eyes on her as she sashayed over to the back of the couch. She touched
his shoulder as she floated past him and he caught the whiff of something
sensuously provocative.

When she stood in front of him, he let his gaze drift slowly up and down
her silky body, lingering at strategic points until his hands craved to feel
her and his cock ached to fill her.

“Do you like?” she asked, lowering her eyes so she could look at him
through long dark lashes.

He wasn’t sure he could speak right then, seeing as he was in danger of
swallowing his tongue. So he simply nodded.

She lowered herself and straddled him. He felt her heat right through
his trousers, which didn’t do his straining cock any good.

Smiling wickedly, she placed her hands on his shoulders and shimmied
against his erection. “If you like, what are you planning to do about it?”

Shit. Was it possible his already massive erection could grow larger,
harder?

He tried to quiet the blood raging through his system, tried to think
cold-shower thoughts in the hope he could hold off before they got to the
bedroom.
 

“I ordered dinner.” Was that his voice? Full of gravel?

She straightened and sat back. “Dinner. Are you serious?”

“You said you were hungry.”

Her eyes stayed steady on his. “Wouldn’t you prefer a plateful of what
I’m offering?”

“Every time.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

Yeah, he thought. What the fuck was he waiting for?

He shifted, holding her tight around the waist as he stood. Lissa
squealed and wrapped her legs around him, clinging on and laughing as he
carried her into the bedroom and dumped her onto the bed.

He looked down at her, beyond pleased that all her earlier qualms had
apparently disappeared. She looked as she always did in the moments before they
had sex.

Horny. Willing. Beautiful.

He kissed her, allowing himself the pleasure of running his hands down
her body. When her fingers trailed lightly over his chest, he shuddered.

“I love your body,” she purred between kisses. “All that hard muscle and
smooth skin.”

Staying her hand as she reached down between them, he laughed softly.
“What’s your hurry?”

She pouted. “I’m starting to worry about you. First you talk about
dinner, now you’re stopping me touching you.” She tried to reach for him again,
but he tightened his hold on her wandering hand. “And here I was thinking it
was only me feeling weird.”

He leaned back so he could see her face. “Do you still feel that way?”

“No.” She pouted again. “But it looks like you do.”

He smiled down at her, then kissed her again. He took his time sampling
her ripe mouth, her tantalizing tongue. When he drew back they were both
breathing hard. “Anything about that seem weird to you?”

“Well, no. But I’m sure something’s off. By this time, you’re usually
inside me and you’ve made me come at least once.”

“I’ve got plans for tonight.” He touched his finger to her mouth, ran
the tip along her moist lower lip. “And believe me, they involve you getting
off more than once.”

She smiled that cat-with-the-cream smile. “That’s okay then. For a
moment I thought you’d been replaced by some mutant form who didn’t care for
sex.”

“No chance of that. Come here.”

Chapter Eight

Reed shifted against the headboard until Lissa sat between his legs with
her back to his chest. She dropped her head onto his shoulder, loving how he
nibbled on her ear before sliding his open mouth slowly down her neck.

“Things have been pretty hot between us this week.”

She smiled. “That’s an understatement.”

“You enjoy trying new things. I like that about you.”

It was easy trying anything with Reed, Lissa thought as the touch of his
mouth against her collarbone sent delicious thrills rippling through her body.
Although they hadn’t known each other that long, she trusted him. Perhaps too
much. She had to keep some sort of barrier between them, so that when they
finally called a halt to their arrangement, she wouldn’t be left feeling things
she had no right to feel.

Hurt. Loss. Disappointment.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.”

She turned her head slightly and looked up at him. “What sort of
surprise?”

“No need to look quite so suspicious. It’s something I hope you’ll
enjoy. That we’ll both enjoy.”

He nudged her head until she was facing forward again and looking at
them both in the big ornate mirror facing the bed.

In the mirror, she saw Reed reach out to the panel above the bed and
push a button.

The lights dimmed, and in the mirror their images faded to be replaced
by a lit room and a huge bed, similar to the one she and Reed shared. As Lissa
stared, the door beyond the mirror opened and a woman stepped in. She wore a
long silky red shift dress with shoestring straps at the shoulders.

Apparently oblivious to being watched, she sat on the huge bed,
stretched her arms overhead, then lay back.

“Reed, what…”

“Shh.” He tightened his hold around her waist. “Just watch.”

The door opened again and a man walked in. He was a strapping guy, well
over six feet and with shoulders that almost filled the doorframe. Like Reed,
he was shirtless, but wore low slung jeans with the waist button undone.

His hair was as dark as the woman’s was fair. Short as the woman’s was
long, falling almost to her waist.

Lissa continued to stare even as her pulse quickened and her blood
heated. She wondered why it had taken her so long to put two and two together.
Nobody ever had that big a mirror forming the wall of a hotel room, plus there
was the ceiling…

This was no ordinary hotel.

As if to add weight to her musings, the man stood beside the bed looking
down at the prostrate woman, and slowly slid down his zip. The woman gyrated as
she watched him, drawing her arms up and lifting her hair in the process. Her
breasts rose as she dropped her stretched arms back on the pillow.

The man placed a knee on the bed, then leaned over the woman, his hands on
either side of her waist. He dropped his mouth to her breast, sucking hard on
her silk-covered nipple. After a few moments he raised his head, leaving a dark
stain on the woman’s dress where his mouth had been.

 
Lissa caught her bottom lip
between her teeth as her heart began to pump. Her own nipples hardened, her
breasts rising and falling with her rapidly escalating heartbeat. She’d never
engaged in voyeurism before, at least not live. Okay, she’d watched a few light
porn flicks on occasion and attended girlie nights out where things got a bit
raunchy with the male strippers, but never anything like this.

She shifted her hips when Reed’s fingers fluttered across her stomach,
and his warm breath teased her neck. “Like that?”

She could only nod at his question, delivered in a dark smoky tone that
further heightened the sensations rushing through her. He kissed her neck
lightly and began to draw the wrap from her shoulders. She moved forward
slightly so she could slip her arms out, then he coaxed her back against him,
stroking the skin just below her bra line and sending delicious sensations
rippling through her core.

In the mirror, the man straddled the woman, then drew her arms down and
slipped the straps of her dress from her shoulders. The woman shimmied as he
divested her of the bodice, revealing plump breasts with dusky nipples.

Unable to take her eyes from the scene in front of them, but also
wanting to feel Reed’s hands around her own breasts, his mouth sampling the
hard, wanton nipples she would offer him, Lissa shifted against Reed.

As if he knew, Reed reached to unclasp her top. With her breasts free,
Lissa moaned softly as he cupped her. Placing her hands on Reed’s thighs, she
stroked slowly as they watched the man remove the rest of the woman’s dress
until she lay naked except for a red thong. The man kissed her breasts again,
taking his time sampling her. His tongue flicked around her nipples before he
sucked her, then he bit her gently so that she arched up with her head thrown
back in ecstasy.

Lissa squirmed back against Reed. His fingers slid light and slow across
her nipples until she was mimicking the woman in the mirror and threw her head
back onto Reed’s shoulder.

The man got off the bed and came around behind the woman. He took her
arms and brought them over her head, holding them there as he dropped his mouth
to hers. As they kissed, the door opened again and another man stepped into the
room. Like the first man, his chest was bare and he wore the same kind of low
slung jeans. He walked over to the bed and kneeled up onto it. Reaching
forward, he caught the sides of the woman’s thong and slowly pulled it off. Her
pussy was shaven and her slit clearly visible.

Memory flashed through Lissa. Of Marco standing behind her and holding
her arms over her head as she lay naked on his pool table. Of Ethan between her
legs…

“Enjoying it, princess?” Reed asked in that same low tone. “Is it
turning you on?”

Despite the memories that niggled for her attention, Lissa threw them
off at the same time the man in the mirror threw the woman’s panties to the
floor. This was most certainly not the time to think about her misdemeanors.
She gyrated slowly against Reed. “Are you kidding?”

He laughed, a low rumble against her neck. “Are you wet for me right
now?”

“Drenched.”

He laughed again. “Well, just so you know. My cock is about ready to
shoot out of my pants and jump inside you, all of its own accord. It feels like
fucking steel.”

That statement didn’t do anything to calm the need screaming in her
veins, but Lissa didn’t want to miss anything right then. She couldn’t resist a
glance at Reed though, and stole her gaze away from the scene to look up at
him. His eyes were dark, his eyelids heavy. She bit her lip and smiled up at
him, before turning back to the mirror.

The second man had spread the woman’s legs and knelt between them. He
leaned down and touched his tongue to her slit, while she arched up and pushed
her breasts into the air.

“Oh hell,” Lissa groaned. “I’m not sure I can watch much more of this.
I’m going to explode.”

“I’ll make you explode, but not before we’ve watched our fill.”

Lissa ran her hands harder along Reed’s thighs. “Do they actually… You
know…”