Seduce Me

Seduce Me by Jo Leigh Read Free Book Online

Book: Seduce Me by Jo Leigh Read Free Book Online
Authors: Jo Leigh
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Contemporary Women
her priority at the moment. In fact, touching him through his clothes seemed a waste. Like nibbling on crackers when a whole banquet was on offer.
    Without too much effort, she was able to sneak her hands between their chests. Undoing his buttons was a little more difficult than she’d imagined. Mostly because she was so greedy, wanting every sensation at once.
    But Max let her know he was on the same page by finding her zipper with no trouble at all. He lowered it expertly, then put his hands on her bare back, just below her bra strap.
    It shouldn’t have felt so different. Oliver had touched her there plenty of times. But she’d never once shivered from top to toe, wiggled her shoulders and her hips, or whimpered.
    He groaned in response and she remembered about the buttons, continuing down the line. When he undid her stupid white bra with a single, elegant flick, she might have lost it for a minute. Hands flat on his shirt, she found her forehead resting on his shoulder.
    He kept rubbing down the naked part of her back. “You okay?”
    “Umm.”
    “Is that a yes?”
    She nodded enough for him to feel it. “You’re very good at this,” she said, just before taking a deep breath and looking at him once more.
    He only smiled and slid his hands underneath her bra to cup both her breasts. “You feel good.” Dipping his head, he kissed behind her ear. “But I really want to see you,” he murmured against her skin.
    “Oh.” Her eyes had drifted closed and she couldn’t seem to lift her lids. “Okay.”
    In seconds he’d led her to his room, to his very large bed. The spread was burgundy, the wood of the frame dark, maybe cherry or teak. It was a guy’s room, with heavy pieces and neutral tones, but the framed oil painting above the bed was an abstract with vivid reds and yellows and turquoise. Very surprising.
    He cleared his throat and she quickly forgot about the decor. It was showtime. The bedside lamp was turned on, and she had to decide if she was going to say something about that, or let it be.
    Turning it off really would make her feel more comfortable.
    Katniss wouldn’t turn off the lights.
    Natalie wouldn’t, either.
    He must have seen her determination, or maybe he just didn’t want to wait anymore. Before she’d even registered the move, her sleeves were sliding down her arms, along with her bra straps. Looking down, she was startled to find her breasts naked, her nipples hard and very there as her dress pooled at her waist, caught by her belt.
    Max moaned as he cupped her breasts. “You’re gorgeous,” he murmured. “I want to look at you. All of you.” He tackled her belt, which wasn’t much of a challenge, and she closed her eyes as her dress fell to the floor with a soft whoosh of fabric.
    “Oh, Christ. Look at you. I never expected—”
    She opened her eyes to find him staring, his lips parted in a very flattering way.
    He stepped back until he was no longer touching her, then one more step so he could sit on the edge of his bed, as if looking at her made him lose his sense of balance.
    She moved one foot back to take off her heels, and jumped at his, “No, wait. Please. Leave those on.”
    He didn’t look as though he was kidding. Especially when he pressed his palm against his very obvious hard-on.
    She’d wanted new experiences. This definitely met the criteria. She curled her right shoulder and knee, although it didn’t hide very much. Not that hiding was exactly what she wanted to do, but being stared at like that was kind of intimidating.
    “Oh, I know where I’ve seen you before,” he said, his voice very low and rough. “On those World War II pinup posters, with your ruby lips and your luscious curves.”
    She froze right there. Just stopped. Her? A pinup? She loved those women, those images, had one framed in her office. It was probably the dress that had done it. Or her hair. It was what she’d always wanted people to see, but they never did. Never had.
    He was the

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