Then she opened her eyes and smiled in pure happiness at the look on Jonas’s face. What woman didn’t want a crazy-hot man going brain-dead with lust over her?
His gaze darkened suspiciously. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Of course.” Allie feigned surprise. “Aren’t you?”
“Nope.” He shook his head, glancing down at his erection, clearly and impressively visible in his shorts. “I’m in agony.”
“Good things come to those who wait.” Her slight emphasis on “come” wasn’t wasted on him.
“You’re a good thing. I’m waiting.” He pushed his chair back from the table, and spread his arms. “Come to me.”
Allie considered him gravely, then stood and walked to the railing, gazing out at the lake. “I’m not sure I’m ready to come yet.”
“Cruel woman.”
“You must be strong.” She leaned forward so her backside presented itself provocatively. He groaned. Allie had to hide a giggle. “Lovely view, don’t you think?”
“You have no idea.”
She peeked at him over her shoulder, shifting her hips to one side. “Poor, poor man.”
“This is very hard, Allie.”
“I can see that.” She straightened and strolled toward him, forcing her breath to stay even. Her body wasn’t any more immune to this game than his. Well, maybe a little—he was a guy, after all. “Maybe I can help you.”
“Please. Yes, please.”
Allie stopped between his parted knees. His hands gripped her bare waist; he looked up at her with a combination of amusement and pleading. Of course he could take control of this situation any time he wanted to, having the physical advantage. But he seemed willing to play along, at least for now.
Slowly, she lifted one thigh outside of his, then the other, sinking down, inch by tantalizing inch, until she felt the hard bulge of his erection touch, then press, against the soft silk between her legs.
His breath exploded out. Allie managed to control her reaction, but only barely. He felt so, so good.
Slowly. Don’t give it all away.
“Better?” She braced her hands against his hard chest.
He grunted, moving his hands around to clasp her buttocks. “Depends on how you define better.”
“Less pain?”
“More.” He pushed his hips up. “Much more.”
“Oh, dear.” Allie moved her hands to his shoulders and leaned forward to look him in the eyes. “Is it the feel of me against your cock that is causing you this pain?”
“Yes.” He spoke tightly, eyes roaming her face, landing briefly on her mouth, and then rushing down to take in her nipples pushing out the pink silk. His hands gripped her harder.
“Would you rather be inside me? With me hot and wet around you? Holding you tight?” Her breathless whisper was an inch from his mouth. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes.” His eyes closed; he was fighting for control. “Yes.”
“I don’t know, Jonas. I hardly know you.” She closed the last inch between them, brushed her mouth across his bottom lip, then back along the top. “Let’s start here.”
His lips were soft, responsive, warm. She closed her eyes to concentrate on their shape, their taste, the change between the moist curves of his mouth and the smooth skin of his cheeks and chin, delicious contact that shot shivers through her body.
He let her keep leading the pace and their movements. Jonas Meyer, who would recoil in horror if he saw the closet she slept in as a child, the neighborhood she grew up in. This man, who had all the power associated with his wealth, breeding and connections, was leaving little Brooklyn Allie in control.
Very gradually, she started to rock back and forth over the thin fabric of his shorts, continuing to explore his mouth, without kissing him full-on or deeply. Always hold something back.
Jonas inhaled through his teeth, gripped her hips and helped her along. Allie let her head drop back, riding him, eyes still closed, taking her pleasure from rubbing her clitoris against his hard length through the soft, slippery silk, bringing her close to coming in only a few minutes.
“Allie.” He bent forward and murmured against her throat. “You’re making me crazy.”
You’re making me crazy, too.
She had to work harder and harder to appear calm. Her breath caught in little gasps and her thighs began to tremble. She was going to come before he did. Not the plan. Not what was supposed to—
To hell with the plan.
Her orgasm came on slowly, gaining intensity. She gasped openly now, caught up in the intense pleasure, no longer caring if she appeared desperate, rubbing herself back and forth over his erection until her body gathered itself powerfully and she gave in to the rush, suspended in ecstasy that made her bite back a cry, opening her eyes wide, vaginal muscles contracting over and over, pleasure still pulsing intensely.
Jonas let out a curse, pushed against her once, twice, and then gave a low shout. She watched him coming, his eyes closed, mouth half-open in ecstasy, muscles straining.
Then he opened those startlingly blue eyes and they stared at each other in awe for several seconds, breathing hard. Just as she was mortified to find herself about to giggle, he started laughing, too, and the atmosphere became as relaxed and innocently giddy as it had been intensely sexual seconds before.
“Look what you did to me.” He gestured down at his stained shorts, still grinning. “I haven’t come in my pants since I was a teenager. It’s embarrassing.”
“No, no, it’s not at all. It’s completely fine.” She lifted herself off him, her legs unsteady, and stood, unable to stop beaming. Mission accomplished. The seduction had been perfect. She’d never felt so on top of the world in her life. “No apologies.”
“Allie.” He caught her hand, chuckled again. “That was incredible. In our culture, with all the sex around us, we’ve lost the art and sexiness of subtlety. Thank you for that.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She smiled down at him. Around them the sky was darkening, the breeze subsiding to an occasional caress. “I did, too.”
Jonas’s wide smile faded. He stood, leaned down and touched his lips to hers, then kissed her lingeringly, putting his hand to the side of her face as if she were something precious. “I’ll be right back.”