feet. “Would you like me to massage them?”
Her hand flew to her mouth, and she nibbled the end of a fingernail. “You wouldn’t mind?”
“Believe me when I say, I’ll enjoy this as much as you will.” Why would she think I’d mind? A woman as beautiful as Celeste should be used to TLC. Then again, maybe she’s only dated college jerks.
Seth thought back to when he was a horny college pup. The only thing he cared about was sticking his cock in a co-ed’s pussy. But he was wiser now, and understood the importance of making a woman happy, especially if you didn’t want to catch her in bed with another man. “Lay back on the couch. I’ll be right back.”
Celeste missed his warmth as soon as he stood up.
He strode over to his bookcase, flipping open the cabinet to reveal an ipod nestled in a small speaker. With one touch of the button, the soft hum of classical music filled the air. Grabbing a matchbox off the shelf, he struck a match, lighting a large candle.
Celeste caught the subtle aroma of warm vanilla wafting from the bookcase.
After disappearing behind a partition for over a minute, he emerged with a bottle of chilled wine, two long stemmed glasses, and a steaming white towel folded across his forearm. Setting the glasses on the coffee table in front of her, she watched as he filled both glasses to the top, amazed at the trouble he’d gone through to enhance the mood. “Do you have a restaurant hidden back there?”
He handed her a glass. “Just a microwave and a small fridge. As much time as I spend here grading papers, I need it. Not to mention plenty of steaming towels to ease my throbbing head.” Taking a sip of wine, he set down his glass and sat on the couch, easing her feet on top of his legs.
She took a large gulp of wine. “Papers that bad?”
“Worse every year,” he growled. “How’s this?” Seth pressed the warm towel against her throbbing feet.
The heat seeped into her aching muscles, and she felt the tension in her coiled tendons unravel.
“Very nice,” she drawled, taking another large sip of wine, enjoying the subtly sweet taste as it flowed smoothly down her throat. She wasn’t a wine connoisseur, being used to beer kegs and JD punch at fraternity parties, but whatever brand or year it was, she knew it was good.
Seth’s strong hands slowly worked their way up her calves. “You seem tense. Relax your legs. Take another sip.”
Relaxing into the pillow cushions, she gladly obeyed. “Mmmm. This is good.”
“Now, about yesterday.” He kneaded knuckles into the soles of her feet. “I’m glad I pleased you, but let’s see if we can make it last a little longer.” He brushed his fingertips across the top of her feet and up her calves.
Sensual shivers raced up her spine. “Oh.”
“I need to tease you more.” Blue eyes sparkling, he flashed a wicked grin. “I gave in to your needs too soon.”
“No, please.” She raised up, trying to kick her feet in protest.
Firm hands held her legs in place. “Yes, my sweet. You need to learn patience. You’ll find the climax in the end will be even better.” He rubbed her feet with more intensity.
She shook her head, enjoying another large gulp of wine. “I don’t think you can top yesterday.”
One dark brow shot up. “Is that a challenge?”
“Uh.” Celeste’s glass tipped midway to her mouth, dumping what little was left in the glass all over her white blouse.
“Too late to throw in the towel. Pray for mercy.” With one fluid motion, he was on top of her, licking the spilled drink off her neck and the exposed cleavage of her breasts. Lifting Celeste to a sitting position, he made quick work of the buttons on her blouse, tossing it to the floor.
As he pulled her to standing, she had to steady her hands on his chest while her head rolled with the heady sensation of the alcohol.
“You okay?” He breathed into her ear in between heated kisses along her neck.
“I think it’s the wine,” she
Her hand flew to her mouth, and she nibbled the end of a fingernail. “You wouldn’t mind?”
“Believe me when I say, I’ll enjoy this as much as you will.” Why would she think I’d mind? A woman as beautiful as Celeste should be used to TLC. Then again, maybe she’s only dated college jerks.
Seth thought back to when he was a horny college pup. The only thing he cared about was sticking his cock in a co-ed’s pussy. But he was wiser now, and understood the importance of making a woman happy, especially if you didn’t want to catch her in bed with another man. “Lay back on the couch. I’ll be right back.”
Celeste missed his warmth as soon as he stood up.
He strode over to his bookcase, flipping open the cabinet to reveal an ipod nestled in a small speaker. With one touch of the button, the soft hum of classical music filled the air. Grabbing a matchbox off the shelf, he struck a match, lighting a large candle.
Celeste caught the subtle aroma of warm vanilla wafting from the bookcase.
After disappearing behind a partition for over a minute, he emerged with a bottle of chilled wine, two long stemmed glasses, and a steaming white towel folded across his forearm. Setting the glasses on the coffee table in front of her, she watched as he filled both glasses to the top, amazed at the trouble he’d gone through to enhance the mood. “Do you have a restaurant hidden back there?”
He handed her a glass. “Just a microwave and a small fridge. As much time as I spend here grading papers, I need it. Not to mention plenty of steaming towels to ease my throbbing head.” Taking a sip of wine, he set down his glass and sat on the couch, easing her feet on top of his legs.
She took a large gulp of wine. “Papers that bad?”
“Worse every year,” he growled. “How’s this?” Seth pressed the warm towel against her throbbing feet.
The heat seeped into her aching muscles, and she felt the tension in her coiled tendons unravel.
“Very nice,” she drawled, taking another large sip of wine, enjoying the subtly sweet taste as it flowed smoothly down her throat. She wasn’t a wine connoisseur, being used to beer kegs and JD punch at fraternity parties, but whatever brand or year it was, she knew it was good.
Seth’s strong hands slowly worked their way up her calves. “You seem tense. Relax your legs. Take another sip.”
Relaxing into the pillow cushions, she gladly obeyed. “Mmmm. This is good.”
“Now, about yesterday.” He kneaded knuckles into the soles of her feet. “I’m glad I pleased you, but let’s see if we can make it last a little longer.” He brushed his fingertips across the top of her feet and up her calves.
Sensual shivers raced up her spine. “Oh.”
“I need to tease you more.” Blue eyes sparkling, he flashed a wicked grin. “I gave in to your needs too soon.”
“No, please.” She raised up, trying to kick her feet in protest.
Firm hands held her legs in place. “Yes, my sweet. You need to learn patience. You’ll find the climax in the end will be even better.” He rubbed her feet with more intensity.
She shook her head, enjoying another large gulp of wine. “I don’t think you can top yesterday.”
One dark brow shot up. “Is that a challenge?”
“Uh.” Celeste’s glass tipped midway to her mouth, dumping what little was left in the glass all over her white blouse.
“Too late to throw in the towel. Pray for mercy.” With one fluid motion, he was on top of her, licking the spilled drink off her neck and the exposed cleavage of her breasts. Lifting Celeste to a sitting position, he made quick work of the buttons on her blouse, tossing it to the floor.
As he pulled her to standing, she had to steady her hands on his chest while her head rolled with the heady sensation of the alcohol.
“You okay?” He breathed into her ear in between heated kisses along her neck.
“I think it’s the wine,” she
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