but I know he thinks it’s out of pity. He also runs my dad around the city.”
“I can understand that. When my sister was getting a divorce, I helped her out with the money for a good attorney. She hated taking every penny but she didn’t have a choice. It was either let me help or risk losing her kids.”
She smiled at him and he couldn’t help but want to kiss her. Fuck, the smell of her filled the room, and she looked so damn good in that feminine dress. He wanted to touch her, taste her, and make her scream his name. Her gaze darkened, and she toed off her heels before moving to stand in front of him.
“Well, now you have me alone. What are you going to do with me?”
He fairly shook with the effort at keeping a leash on his libido. “Ask you for a tour?”
She giggled and moved closer, their bodies barely touching. “Of my bedroom?”
Goddamn it, she was going to kill him. “Not yet.”
With a soft sigh, she laced her arms around his neck and played with the back of his head. “Why not?”
“Honey, I’m trying to take things slow with you.”
She leaned up and nipped at his lip, her lush breasts crushing into his chest. “Please kiss me, Seth. Please touch me. I’ve dreamed about you for so long.”
His hard dick wanted nothing more than to be inside her undoubtedly sweet pussy, but she had to know he wanted her for more than her body. Then she looked up at him with those big brown eyes. The need he saw there tore at his self-control. Fuck, he’d dreamed about this moment as well. Dirty, raw dreams including fucking her until she was exhausted and still begging for more.
She must have sensed him relenting because she began to rub her pelvis against his in a way that had him gritting his teeth. “Please? Don’t make me beg, Seth.”
Struggling to regain the upper hand he smiled down at her. “Oh, but I like it when you beg.”
Her pupils dilated and she went soft, molding her body to his. “Please, Seth. Please make love to me.”
“No.”
She stiffened and her pleading look turned to a glare. “Hey, you said you would if I begged.”
“I said I liked it when you beg. Shit, you drive me crazy.” He leaned down and brushed his lips over her cheek, inching his way toward her mouth as he spoke. “You have been such a good girl, not coming like I asked you. I think you deserve a reward.”
He began to nibble on her lips and she eagerly opened her mouth, kissing him with a passion that left him breathing hard. He had to touch her, do something to ease this tension between them yet still leave her wanting. It was time to start learning her body and showing her what he could do for her. He wasn’t a fool. There was a fine line between teasing a woman and pissing her off. Right now she was getting pretty close to that pissed-off point, so he needed to ease her down a little bit.
Time to put phase one of Operation Seducing Helena into action.
Chapter Three
Helena groaned into Seth’s mouth as he took charge of the kiss, stroking his lips against hers in a way that had her practically climbing him. He was even better-looking in person than in his pictures, and she cupped his cheeks as she kissed him back, loving the faint hint of stubble beneath her hands. The warmth of cedar came from whatever soap or body wash he used, and she melted when he bit her lower lip hard enough to sting.
He murmured, “Be still, sugar.”
A shiver raced up her spine, leaving hot desire in its wake. He knew exactly what to say to drive her crazy because she’d told him all of her sexual fantasies while they corresponded. It had started out with mild flirting, and then she’d come home very tipsy from an industry party one night and written him a long and rambling letter including her fantasy about a man taking charge in the bedroom. Not that she was into the whole BDSM thing; she just liked it when a man knew what he was doing and what he wanted her to do.
So as he kissed his way