Playing with Temptation by Erika Wilde

me telling you last night that I wasn’t done with you yet?”
    “Yes,” she whispered. How could she forget? That possessive, hungry vow had been one of the catalysts that had sent her running from the club, and him. Along with the way he’d instinctively known her secret desires, the ones that made her much too vulnerable to a man like him.
    “I meant what I said, Raina. I’m not even close to being done with you.”
    Finally, he touched her. Splaying his hands on her knees, he gradually skimmed his palms up her thighs and beneath the hem of her dress, the cotton material pooling around his wrists the higher he went. She could feel her body and her resistance to him completely melting away.
    His gaze, glittering with pure sin, hypnotized her. “There are so many more ways I want you. So many more things I’m dying to do to you and with you. Things that will make you scream and beg and come harder than you ever have before.”
    With any other man, she would have rolled her eyes and pushed them away, turned off by such a cocky, arrogant claim. She wasn’t a screamer, and she never begged. But it was Logan’s easy confidence that set him apart and made her want everything he offered and more.
    “Things like what?” she asked, needing to hear all the sexy details.
    “So many wicked, erotic, filthy things,” he promised.
    Oh, yes, please.
    His hands reached the apex of her thighs, just inches away from her throbbing sex. But instead of his fingers pressing against the wet silk covering her, he moved his hands higher and grasped the waistband of her underwear and tugged them down with just enough force and finesse that they slipped off her bottom and he could drag them down her thighs. She gasped in surprise and pressed her hands to his shirt-covered chest as he removed the scrap of fabric and tucked it into the front pocket of his jeans.
    Curling his fingers around the backs of her knees, he pulled her all the way forward on the table, until her thighs were straddling his hips and her bare pussy was pressed against the thick erection straining against the front of his pants. He shifted, just slightly, and the friction of denim against her sensitive clit nearly unraveled her from the inside out.
    A knowing smile touched his lips as he removed her hands from his chest and flattened her palms on the table behind her so she was reclined at a slight angle, making her very aware of the fact that he was back in charge. Then, with agile fingers, he began unbuttoning the top of her dress, all the way down to her stomach, until both sides fell open and she could feel the cool air from the open slider caress that newly bared skin.
    “I want to see you naked.” He continued listing those things he desired as he traced his fingers along the strap of her bra, up to her shoulders, then dragged that strip of satin, along with both sides of her top, all the way down her arms and just past her elbows. Oh-so-slowly, he pulled down the lace cups of her bra, and she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her when her breasts spilled free, full and tight and aching for him to caress.
    Lust etched his features as he took in the sight, and she could only imagine how wanton she looked, leaning back with her breasts thrust out, her nipples rock hard, her legs spread wide, and her pussy gleaming with slick arousal.
    “ Fuck me , you’re beautiful,” he murmured appreciatively, his searing gaze making her burn hotter. He cupped her breasts, firmly kneading the soft flesh before sweeping his thumbs across both taut crests, then pinching and rolling them between his fingers.
    She felt as though her nipples had just received an electric jolt, and she inhaled a sharp intake of air, unable to remember a time when she’d ever been so on edge just from her breasts being stimulated. The harder he plucked, the harder her pussy clenched. It was as if the two were connected and each tug caused her sex to pulse and swell.
    “Logan…” She was