“More, dammit,” she said against his mouth.

Then she felt his kiss shift as he grinned. Before she could decide if she was amused or irritated that he’d made her beg, his fingers slipped beneath the silk of her panties and found her.

They traced her swollen folds, teasing, stroking, enticing. Pandora swirled her hips, matching her rhythm to the dance of his fingers.

His mouth left hers to trail kisses, tiny sweet kisses, over her jaw and down the smooth flesh of her throat, laid bare as she tilted her head back against the wall.

His head dipped lower.

Her heart pounded harder.

His fingers slipped, first one, then two, then three, into the hot slick heat of her welcoming flesh.

Her breath came in pants.

His fingers thrust. In, then out. In, then out.

His lips closed over the rigid, pouting tip of her breast, sipping and laving the aching bud in time with his dancing fingers.

Pandora’s head spun. Heat coiled, tight and low. Her hips twisted, shifted, undulating in time with the thrust of his fingers. Need screamed through her, demanding release.

Then he flicked his thumb over her slick folds.

And she exploded.

She cried out in delight as the climax pounded through her, taking her over once, then twice. Her body rang with pleasure. The lights of the Christmas tree flashed before her eyes, echoing the fireworks exploding in her mind.

It wasn’t until she floated back to earth a couple of minutes-or years-later, that she realized he’d wrapped his arms around her in a soothing, rocking sort of hug.

Pandora’s heart dissolved into a gooey mess.

“See,” she murmured against the hard comfort of his shoulder, curving in tighter as he hugged her close. “Told you it’d be great.”

“Great?”

“Incredible? Amazing? Mind-blowingly awesome?” she returned, leaning back to smile up at him.

He returned her smile, brushing a damp tendril of hair off her face with gentle fingers.

“Sweetheart, don’t get me wrong. This was, and will continue to be, incredible. But in the spirit of honesty, I need to tell you something.”

Oh, God. Tell her what? Was she doing it wrong? Passion fleeing Pandora’s head like fog in the morning sun, she pulled back to stare in horror. “What?”

Other than his arched brow, his gorgeous face was unreadable.

“You’re hot,” he assured her. “And this intensity, the chemistry between us, is amazing.”

Horror was replaced by confusion. “So…what’s wrong?”

“Wrong? Babe, this is way too good to be wrong. No, nothing’s wrong. I’m just saying that you had a point here and I don’t think you’re going to prove it.”

“A point?” She’d had a point? Something beyond an orgasm or three?

“You said you were gonna prove that your aphrodisiacs work, remember?” he said with a grin. “I’m still wondering what you’re gonna offer up as proof.”

Oh. That.

Relief washed over her in a wave, making her want to drop to the couch and sigh in thanks.

“Proof?” she said, her words husky against the soft dusting of hair on his chest. “The proof will be you panting, exploding with an orgasm.”

He groaned, his fingers combing through her hair. She could feel his laughter, though, as his chest vibrated against her mouth.

Her lips still exploring his chest, Pandora forced her eyes open to give him an arch look of inquiry.

“Sweetheart, you’re hot. I’m wild for you. So the orgasm, that’s a given.”

She liked that. Wild for her. Pandora shivered in delight, thrilled beyond delight that a guy like Caleb wanted her this much.

“It is a given,” she agreed. “It definitely is. But you’ll be coming before you get your boots off.”

His laughter wasn’t so silent now.

“That hasn’t happened since I was fifteen.”

“Kiss that memory goodbye, then,” she instructed. “Because thanks to me, and my aphrodisiacs, you’ll never be able to say that again.”

She didn’t know where the words came from. But once they were out, she wasn’t scared. Instead, she was empowered. Inspired. Excited.

It was like someone had just broken her from a prison she hadn’t realized she’d spent her life in.

And now she was free. Free to enjoy, free to explore. And most of all, free to use Caleb’s body for every single kinky sexual fantasy she’d ever had.


CALEB LAUGHED AS PANDORA twirled one finger in the air to indicate they should switch places. She thought she was going to take control of the fun. Not likely. He never, ever gave up control.

But neither did he deny a lady her pleasure.

So in the name of humoring her, he released her leg to let the silky-smooth length of it slide down his thigh. Then, his hands wrapped around her waist, he lifted her and twirled, so they’d changed positions.

“Now what?” he challenged, grinning.

She looked so earnest.

Her hair was a silky cloud around her face, rumpled and glowing in the light of the fire. Hazel eyes, still hazy with pleasure, studied him as though she was figuring out a puzzle. Good luck with that, he thought.

“It’s time,” she intoned with a smile.

“Go for it,” he invited, trying not to laugh.

It wasn’t that he didn’t think she was gorgeous. Sweet and pretty and so damn sexy. She was all that. But she was hardly a practiced seductress. So he figured this was going to be a hot and sexy time, but he wasn’t too worried about control.

Or the state of his boots.

“See, here’s the thing, though,” she said slowly, her words as soft as the fingers she was tracing down his chest.

“Which thing is that?”

She gave him a chiding look, then shrugged a little, making her breasts bounce and his mouth water.

“The thing is, I’m new to seduction.”

Caleb laughed, then grabbed her hands and lifted them to his lips, pressing kisses on her knuckles. “Sweetie, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“Oh, but there is so much I do want to do. I’m just letting you know, ahead of time, in case I drive you too crazy, too fast,” she said, her smile turning wicked.

His laughter turned a little hoarse as she pulled her hands away and planted them directly on his belt buckle. Talk about getting right to business. Not that he objected, but he’d been kinda looking forward to a little bit of what he’d imagined would be shyly sweet exploration.

She didn’t tug his buckle open, though. Instead, she slipped her fingers inside his jeans and caught hold of his shirt, pulling it free. Her palms flat against his belly, she slid them upward, taking his shirt with them. Following her cue, he lifted his arms, then finished it off himself, tossing it toward the same couch currently holding her bra.

One for one, they were on a roll.

“Mmm,” she hummed, staring at his chest as if she was mesmerized. Caleb was already sporting a pretty nice erection, but that look on her face, pure appreciative awareness, made his dick throb.

Her palms still flat, she smoothed them over his shoulders, her fingers warm and teasing as they skimmed his skin. Her nails scraped a hot trail of fire down his arms, pausing to curve over biceps that, yes, he knew it was stupid, but he flexed a little. Her soft sigh of appreciation didn’t make him feel stupid, though. It made him feel like a freaking super-hero.

Her eyes flicked to his, then back to his chest. But he saw a wicked light in their depths. Like she was up to something. Not wanting to ruin her fun and tell her there wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen or done, he relaxed and waited.

Then she pressed her mouth, hot and wet, against his nipple. And he damn near exploded.

What the hell? Her hands were skimming, caressing their way over his chest, but it was her mouth that was driving him crazy. Her tongue slipped out, tasting, testing. Tempting. Since she hadn’t made a rule against it, Caleb grabbed on to the silky warmth of her waist before sliding one hand up to cup the weight of her breast. Fair was fair, after all.

Apparently she wasn’t interested in fair, though.

Pandora shifted, trailing those hot, openmouthed kisses down his chest.

Caleb was going insane. That was the only justification he could find for his inability to hold on to any semblance of control.

For a man who prided himself in his skill, both with women, and over his body, he didn’t know what to do here. How to react. It was as if Pandora had woven a magical spell over him. Like she was an addiction, one he couldn’t resist.

Her lips, wet and silky, trailed lower down his belly, the rasp of his zipper filling the room as her teeth tugged it down.

Caleb groaned, his fingers clenched in her soft hair. He realized he didn’t give a damn.

She could keep the power.

Just as long as she continued driving him crazy.

Then her lips pressed against the tip of his dick.

Caleb growled a combination of shock and pleasure. Taking that as a go-ahead, she tugged his shorts and pants down below his knees, then her fingers trailed a teasing path back up his thighs.

She pulled back, just a little, and looked up at him. With those deceptively innocent hazel eyes locked on his, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the throbbing head.

He almost yelped in surprise. Then he closed his eyes, enjoying the delight of her mouth.

She was so good at this. She licked and nibbled him like a freaking lollipop.

Intense pleasure pounded through him, demanding release. Her mouth felt like heaven, the kind that only bad boys got into. Her tongue swirled, then she sucked. Hard.

He damn near exploded.

“No,” he shouted instead.

“No,” he repeated, gentling it this time and soothing his hands over the tangle his fingers had made in her hair. “Not like this. The first time I come, I want it to be inside you.”