A Dangerous Game by Lucinda Carrington Read Free Book Online

that?"
     
    "Yes," she said.
     
    "Don't you?"
     
    "Maybe," he agreed.
     
    "But first impressions can be deceiving.   Are you going to give me a
    chance to redeem myself?"
     
    She shrugged.
     
    "I suppose I could be persuaded."
     
    "Tonight?"   he suggested.
     
    "I'll take you out for a meal.   Is that a date?"
     
    "Dates are for girlfriends," she said.   She grinned.
     
    "This is a more of a trial run."   She smiled.
     
    "When are you going to pick me up?"
     
    He smiled back.
     
    "About eight."
     
    It had been an enjoyable meal, and Jacey was pleased when Peter hinted
    that he was not going to push her into any follow-up.   I can do without
    sex, she thought, but it would be pleasant to have someone to share my
    off-duty time with.   Peter is good company.   I'm sure I can educate him
    into being more accomplished in bed, given a little time.   It might
    even be interesting.
     
    She accepted Peter's invitation for a nightcap in his apartment.
     
    Together they finished a bottle of wine.   When Peter planted his first
    kiss on her, it soon became apparent that her services as a tutor would
    not be needed.   This time he was in no hurry.   His mouth moved gently
    over her face, lingering on her lips.   With the tip of his tongue he
    drew patterns on her throat and neck, then moved up to circle her
    ear.
     
    His hands on her blouse were so light and gentle that she did not
    realise he had unfastened the tiny buttons until the tips of his
    fingers touched her nipples, pinching them gently, arousing them even
    more.
     
    She lay back and allowed him to undress her, moving languidly to help
    him.   The air felt warm on her flesh.   He peeled away her blouse and
    took off her flimsy bra.   She wriggled her hips as he removed her
    skirt, and returned the compliment by tugging down the zip of his
    trousers.   But he seemed far more interested in taking off her clothes
    than having her take off his.   He laughed softly when he discovered
    that she was wearing suspenders and stockings.   With his fingers he
    traced the dark circle of her stocking tops, and pulled gently at the
    lacy suspenders.
     
    "I like these.   I thought all modern women wore tights."
     
    She smiled.
     
    "When we want to rum someone on, we try a little harder."
     
    "You're trying to turn me on, are you?"
     
    She reached for him.   He was already hard.
     
    "Looks like I've succeeded," she observed.
     
    "You didn't really have to try," he said.
     
    "The sight of you is enough."
     
    When she was finally naked, he pushed her back and, as she remembered
    his last hurried finale, she thought, maybe that's it?   Playtime's
    over?
     
    But he knelt across her, smoothing his hands down to her thighs,
    following their exploratory caresses with his mouth and tongue, until
    he was nuzzling the dark red bush of her pubic hair.   He pressed his
    palms against her inner thighs, encouraging her to spread her legs, and
    his fingers parted her secret lips.   He bent over her, letting his
    tongue find her swelling clitoris, and circled it.   She loved this most
    intimate of kisses.   He licked her, gently at first, but with
    increasing pressure, until she felt her whole body trembling with the
    need for release.   He looked up at her.
     
    "You're ready for me, aren't you?"
     
    She pushed his head down again.
     
    "Don't stop," she ordered huskily.
     
    "Please don't stop."
     
    Peter laughed softly, enjoying her pleasure, and went to work again,
    his tongue sliding and probing her folds.   She writhed with delight,
    feeling the sensations mount to their inevitable, explosive climax.
     
    Her body convulsed and she clutched at Peter's head, digging her
    fingers into his scalp, pulling him in close.   He waited until her
    tremors had subsided, then shifted his position.
     
    "I've got to have you," he muttered, hoarsely.
     
    "Right now."
     
    He entered her easily.   His thrusting prolonged her fading orgasmic
    spasms, encouraging