Veiled Seduction (17 page)

She heard him laugh as she raced up the stairs. It took her a minute to rummage through her medicine cabinet, but she found the little bottle of oil she used for muscle strains. When she came out of the bathroom, Sasha was standing in the middle of her bedroom, stripping off his shirt.

“I don’t mind playing downstairs, but I was worried your mom might forget something again and decide to take a quick peek through the window,” he explained. “I thought that might be a little too much for her.”

Maira’s heart clenched. Aw, he really got her family’s sexually repressed dynamics. What a cutie. “You’re absolutely right, let’s stick to the top floor ’til she’s firmly back at the active adults community.”

He dropped his shirt on the ground and walked over to her. She’d forgotten about the bottle in her hand until he took it from her. He unscrewed the cap and dabbed a little on his fingers. He brought it up to his nose to smell. “Is this what makes you smell so good?”

She smiled. “One of the things. You notice the way I smell?”

“Sure.”

“I thought that was a girl thing.”

“Nope.”

“I like the scent of lavender, though I tend to only use this oil when I’ve gone riding and my leg muscles are sore.”

“I like the scent of you. Is it safe to use on…sensitive areas?”

Had a question about a product’s usage come from any of her patients, she would have answered in a matter-of-fact way, no matter how intimate. However, no one had ever asked about using something on her, so this flustered her. “I— Yes. I believe the base is simply baby oil.”

He tossed the bottle on the bed. “Let’s get you ready for your massage, then. Strip.”

She crossed her arms in front of her and grasped the hem of her shirt.

“Wait!”

She stopped, the shirt raised only a smidge. “What?”

“You get these for free, don’t you?”

“What?”

“The scrubs?”

Why was he asking? “Yes.”

He traced his finger over the neckline, surprising her by grabbing it in a strong grip. He took hold of the other side in his other hand and then jerked, splitting the worn cotton straight down the middle.

“Oh,” she breathed.

“I can’t tell you,” he said softly and stood back to admire the way the shirt hung open, “how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“This kind of makes me wish I was wearing the pants.”

“I’m kind of glad you aren’t. Now you can take the rest of the clothes off.”

She shrugged off the shirt, unsnapped her bra and slid the shorts down her legs. There was no shame in standing in front of him naked. He jerked his head toward the bed, and she walked to it and sat down. “Lay on your stomach.”

Obligingly, she lay on her tummy. She felt his gaze licking up over the curve of her back and butt. The muscles there clenched as the silence spun out. She heard a muffled curse from him.

There were some noises next to the bed, so she turned her head to watch him disrobe. His shoes were already gone, and his jeans followed suit. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and was about to pull them down, when he stopped and drew them back up.

She met his gaze. “What’s wrong?”

“If I take these off, this is going to turn from a massage into naked sexy time.”

“I’m sorry, do you think it won’t turn into naked sexy time if you keep a tiny piece of cotton on?”

He pursed his lips. “I have hopes that the cotton might delay the naked sexy time a little while, at least.”

She laughed. He climbed up on the bed and took a hold of the bottle that was lying next to her. She closed her eyes and waited for his touch on her thighs.

Instead, she felt him straddle her hips. “It’s mainly my legs that hurt.” And inside.

“Don’t try to discourage a man who’s willing to give you a full-body massage.” He put his hands on her shoulders.

Well, when he put it that way…

When he started to move his hands, Maira lost all train of thought. His hands were sure and strong, finding all the kinks and hidden aches in her shoulders and back. He didn’t try to restrain his strength; he seemed to know exactly how much pressure she could take.

Though his motions were seductive, there was nothing overtly sexual about the massage. She found herself relaxing into the bed, not starting even when he rubbed the oil into her buttocks. She groaned as the warm liquid went to work in the muscles there, and groaned louder when he worked down her body to her legs, paying special attention to her inner thighs.

She was floating in a dream world of mushy muscles when he nudged her to turn over. Mindlessly, she did, her eyes still closed. He started with her feet this time, working up. Then her stomach, and then her arms, even taking care to slick and rub her hands and fingers.

He released her hands and let them lay face up on the bed. Then, his hands smoothed over her breasts, rubbing her nipples, which were slightly abraded from his attentions during the past nights. It tingled a little. It tingled more when he blew a soft gust of air on the tips.

Oh, this was definitely sexual now. She opened her eyes to find him watching his fingers with an adorably intent expression in his eyes as he rubbed the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He glanced up, smiled and reached down to trail a slick hand over her stomach. “I love how soft your belly is.”

“It could use a couple of sit-ups.”

“Don’t. I like it soft.” He pressed into it, opening and closing his hand over the flesh. “It feels good when it presses against me.”

Without waiting for a response, he picked up the bottle and poured a generous amount on her belly.

Her muscles contracted at the cool sensation on her skin. He capped and tossed the bottle back on the bed and went to town working the oil in, massaging in wide circles on her stomach and breasts, stroking down to her thighs in firm, strong pulls. He completely bypassed the rapidly dampening area between her legs.

Her whole body was cool and tingling, while her pussy was getting hot. She shifted her legs, opening them in a gesture he couldn’t possibly misconstrue.

Smart man that he was, he didn’t, his hands slowly smoothing up her legs, pushing them even wider. He reached her groin and his thumbs dipped between to rest on the entrance of her body.

He used those thumbs to open her and then leaned in, his eyes closed as if he were about to savor something delicious. He’d worn the same expression two nights ago when he’d gone down on her. Having a man so close to her, well, there, should have made her feel shy or nervous.

But he looked like he enjoyed it so very much. Plus, when she’d taken him in her mouth, it hadn’t just been for him; she’d gotten pleasure out of it too. Why wouldn’t he feel the same way?

The first, barely there touch of his tongue made it clear that this was not going to be the ferocious devouring he’d done two nights ago, though. No…this was almost soothing, if such a thing could be said to apply. He gathered her own moisture, lapped at her inflamed tissues, making shallow forays, coming back out just to touch the tip of his tongue to her clit.

It was so soothing, the lust snuck up on her. She went from relaxed to wanting him, needing his body and weight on top of her.

He must have felt her restlessness in the increased tension of her body. With one last swipe, he rose up on his knees, and slid two long fingers inside of her.

It was perfect. She gasped and arched up. The remnants of the oil that had been on his hands alternately calmed and brought her tissues tingling to life. She grabbed his forearm, felt the muscles flex as he stroked the walls of her vagina with shallow, ready strokes. When he went a little deeper, she tipped her head back with a breathy moan. “Sash…more. Please.”

“I don’t want to hurt—”

“You won’t. I feel great. Better than great.” She tugged at his arm. “Please.”

“You don’t have to beg.” He pulled back and slid his boxers off. Before she could bring him over her, he slipped his finger inside of her again. A few strokes, and he withdrew. They both watched, breathless, as he stroked his wet fingers over his naked cock. Her moisture created a trail over the taut, straining flesh. He glanced up at her from beneath his lashes, looking big and sexy and mouthwateringly delicious. “I can’t wait to fuck you without a condom.”

Oh man. Maira licked her lips. “I…I’m on birth control.”

His hand froze on his erection. “I have a physical every year. And you know I haven’t been with anyone in longer than that.”

The question was implicit in his words. She’d thought maybe they would wait for this next step. That’s why she’d bought the condoms, even though she was on the pill.

But then again…what the hell was she waiting for? Certain to the very core, she gave him a slight nod.

Had she been a little less turned on, she might have smiled at the elation in his expression. Instead, all she could do was sigh when his body flowed over hers. He captured her face in his palms and gently thrust with his hips.

The feel of his naked cock sliding inexorably inside of her was so amazing she couldn’t look away from his gaze. When he was fully inside, he stopped, closed his eyes, and then opened them again. They were shiny.

Her vision blurred. He gently caught her tear on her cheek and gave her a heartbreaking smile. “Amazing.”

“Yes.” She shifted, but he shook his head and pinned her to the bed with his hips.

“Wait,” he murmured. “Give it a second.”

He didn’t just give it a second though. A minute ticked by. Then another. And another. She didn’t know how long they lay like that; she wasn’t sure how he managed to keep himself from moving.

As much as she’d loved their fast rides to completion, this…this was sacred. Everything around her was magnified, the only sounds in the room their breathing and the low hum of her air conditioning. They didn’t break their eye contact. Every now and then, their lips met. Their heartbeats started beating in sync. She could hear it, she realized, not just in their chests, but she could feel down below, where they were joined together.

He shifted slightly, his cock dragging against her flesh. Instinctually, her body responded, clenching around him. Sasha grimaced, beads of sweat dampening his brow. Moving just the tiniest bit, he lowered his head and nuzzled at her neck. “Come for me,” he whispered. “Just like this.” He opened his mouth over the spot he knew she loved and sucked ever so lightly.

The small suction set off a chain reaction in her body, and she rode out an orgasm that was more intense than any other he’d given her. As her body relaxed, she realized that he was locked in his own pleasure. It was a new kind of intimacy to watch him, stroking his hot, damp shoulders, as he silently came, lines of strain crossing his face. To feel his body ejaculating in hers, to catch every iota of drowsy lethargy that softened his face when it was over…it was all so magical.

His heavy weight rested on hers, but she was certainly strong enough to take him. He made a token effort to move, but she shushed him back into place. She kissed his cheek where his head lay next to hers on the pillow. He turned his head and smiled. “I love you, you know.”

She stroked a curl off his forehead. “I love you too.”

The moment was so lovely she thought, perhaps, she should try to explain all of the things she did love about him. Maybe tell him how and why her love had grown, or explain how she felt when he drew her close or made love to her or even looked at her.

Though she didn’t say anything, he beamed as if she had and kissed her tenderly. As his lips moved against hers, Maira realized that sometimes, there simply were no words. And sometimes…they just weren’t that necessary.

About the Author

Alisha Rai has been enthralled with romance novels since she smuggled her first tattered Harlequin home from the library at the age of thirteen. There is nothing she loves more than penning sexy, emotional contemporaries and paranormals with larger-than-life heroes and smart, capable heroines.

After a lifetime spent bouncing around the States, she is content to call sunny South Florida home for now. When she’s not reading or working, Alisha loves to hang out with her close-knit family. She happily lives in a chaotic house filled with clutter, laughter, good food, boisterous kids and very loud relatives.

Alisha loves to hear from her readers! You can send her an e-mail at [email protected] or visit her on the web at www.alisharai.com.

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Veiled Desire

© 2010 Alisha Rai

Leyla Karimi can’t keep her eyes off the hunky guy living in the house behind her. How could any woman resist ogling Dr. Mason Barrett, especially when he makes it so easy by parading around in his skin and skivvies?

If it was only their age difference, she would have made a move a long time ago. Except Mason is more than a neighbor. He’s her baby brother’s oldest friend. It’s not like they can have a casual fling and walk away in the morning.

Mason’s been doing a little lusting—okay a lot—for quite some time. When he catches Leyla peeking, it’s a sure sign she could finally be ready to heat up his nights with loving. One taste of her lips, though, and he doesn’t want a “little” of anything. He wants it all.

Unwilling to jeopardize a lifetime of friendship for a one-night stand, Leyla is reluctant to throw caution to the wind. When he’s kissing her senseless, though, it’s hard to remember all the reasons why she should hold back…

Warning: Contains a hot hero who doesn’t mind baring it all in the name of love, a heroine who doesn’t settle for less, a sweet romance, steamy sex in a car and more good lovin’ in bed.

Enjoy the following excerpt for Veiled Desire:

As Leyla chewed her last bite, savoring the taste of strawberry, cream cheese and cinnamon, she glanced up to find Mason’s gaze on her mouth, his eyes just a bit unfocused. He looked hungry. And since his plate was clean, she figured it wasn’t for food.