Seducing His Opposition by Katherine Garbera Page A

knew I couldn’t let the chance to get to know you pass me by.”
    She put her wineglass down and moved over so she was sitting next to him. She had her legs curved under her body and as she leaned forward her blouse shifted, and he glimpsed the curve of her breasts encased in a pretty pink bra.
    “I am so glad you didn’t,” she said in a soft, seductive voice.
    Everything masculine in him went on point and he knew that he was tired of waiting. Tired of playing it safe with her. Life seldom offered him a chance like Selena represented. She was everything he wanted in a woman.
    He reached out and touched her, tracing the line of her shirt and the soft skin underneath. She shifted her shoulders as she reached for him.
    “Unbutton your shirt,” she said. “I want to see your chest.”
    “You do?” he asked.
    She nibbled on her lower lip as she nodded at him.
    “You do it,” he said.
    She arched one eyebrow at him. “I should have guessed you’d want to be in charge here.”
    “I am always in charge,” he said, bringing her hands to his mouth and placing a wet, hot kiss in the center of her palms before putting her hands on his chest.
    She took her time toying with the buttons, caressing his chest as she undid each one. She paused at the scar on his sternum; she traced the edges of it with her forefinger.
    “How did you get this?”
    “I wish I had some glamorous tale to tell you but it happened when I was in college—young and a little bit reckless, I’m afraid.”
    “How?”
    “It’s not sexy, let’s not talk about it,” he said.
    “I want to know. I have a long scar on my thigh which I might show you if you tell me how you got this,” she said, running the edge of her nail over the line of the scar.
    He shuddered in reaction, loving her hands on his body. He was intrigued, too, wanted to see her thighs and what she was talking about.
    He took her hand in his and rubbed it on his chest where she’d been stroking him. “Frat party plus pretty girls plus impulsive need to show off equaled this scar.”
    She started laughing. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for the show-off type.”
    “I guess I’m not trying hard enough if you can’t see me strutting my stuff to get your attention.”
    She leaned in close, coming up on her knees and putting both hands on his shoulders. “You have my attention, Mr. Stern. What are you going to do with it?”
    He put his hands on her waist and drew her evencloser to him until she was straddling his hips and her skirt fell over his lap. When she shifted, he felt the core of her body brush over his erection.
    “I guess I have your attention,” she said.
    “You do. Now about that scar on your thigh,” he said.
    “I haven’t decided if you’ve told me enough to get to see it.”
    “I am going to see it,” he said, sliding his hands up under her skirt and caressing every inch of her thigh. He couldn’t feel anything on her left thigh but on her right one there was a slight abrasion. “I think I’ve found it.”
    “You have,” she confirmed. Then she leaned down to kiss him and he let her take control of this moment.
     
    Justin’s hands slid up and down her back and she forgot everything but the sensations he evoked in her. She put her mind on hold and just reveled in the sensation of being on the sea on this beautiful warm night with this man who wanted nothing but her body.
    There was a freedom in this that she had never experienced before. A freedom to be here with him. It didn’t matter that later she might regret this. Right now it was exactly what she needed.
    “Why did you stop kissing me?” he asked.
    “I’m trying not to think,” she said. “It’s not working.”
    “Then I’m not doing my job,” he said. “I should be sweeping you away from your worries.”
    “You should be…I think talking isn’t going to help. Why don’t you put your mouth on me and make me forget.”
    He arched one eyebrow at her. “Do I have that power over