Sweet Seduction - Maya Banks Page 0,1

was time. Even if she did have the strongest urge to lean down and bite him right on the ass.

His head was to the side, his cheek resting on the pillow she'd provided. His eyes were closed but there were lines of strain gathered at his temple. She reached down to smooth them away. Her hands slid across the smooth skin of his bald head, then to the base of his skull.

According to Faith Malone, Nathan had always worn his hair longer and shaggy . . . until the day he'd lost a bet with Micah Hudson and was forced to shave it all off. Faith had convinced him he looked hot with a shaved head and goatee and told him all he lacked was an earring to complete the look. She'd brought him to Julie's to pierce his ear, and so began Julie's obsession with Nathan Tucker.

And today would end it.

Impatient and ready to end the buildup, she pulled her hands away from his skin and stepped back. Predictably, he shifted and raised the upper portion of his body as he looked frantically for the robe he'd discarded earlier.

"Turn over," she directed calmly.

His gaze met hers, and she shivered at the intensity in his green eyes.

"No," he said. "Now where the hell is my robe, a towel, anything!"

She wouldn't laugh. No, she wouldn't.

"Turn over, Nathan."

There was steel in her voice, and he looked surprised by it.

"What the hell?"

"Afraid I'll see your hard-on?" she asked in an innocent voice. "Really, Nathan, I didn't peg you for a coward. It's not like an erection is uncommon in my male customers. Now turn over so I can finish the massage." She didn't add that it would be his last.

His eyes narrowed, and as if answering the challenge, he turned sharply, rolling his naked body until he was flat on his back.

Her breath left her in one gigantic whoosh. Holy hell in a bucket, but "hard-on" didn't do justice to the magnificent erection jutting from his groin.

Her gaze was absolutely fixed on his cock. She wanted to wrap both hands around it and stroke, touch, caress, and then she wanted to taste. God, she wanted to taste.

She did crude measurements in her head, because damn, he was stacked. Long and thick. She'd had good, but she'd never had this nice. Would be a damn shame if he didn't know what to do with it. Not that it mattered to her, because the time for that was over.

"If you're through staring," he grated out.

There was a hint of embarrassment in his voice, and she grinned before allowing her gaze to drift upward until it connected with his.

"Very nice," she murmured. "One has to wonder why you took such pains to hide it from me."

He muttered several curses under his breath. "Can we just finish this?"

"Oh yes," she purred as she moved closer to him again. "I'm going to finish, all right."

He looked at her cautiously, nervousness in his eyes. Smart man.

She climbed onto the table and straddled his thighs just below that nice, straining erection. It was going to kill her to take this nice and slow, but she was determined to have him begging before it was over with.

"What the hell are you doing, Julie?"

Her palms met his abdomen and glided upward over his chest as she leaned over him. She stared down at him unflinchingly.

"You have two choices. You can shut up and not say a damn word until I'm done or I can gag you. In either case, I'm going to have my way."

He cocked one eyebrow as he stared up at her. "Bossy damn woman today. What's got into you?"

"Well, certainly not you," she grumbled.

He started to say something else, but she put her hand over his mouth.

"Not a word, Nathan," she said lightly.

He glared at her but didn't say anything else. She pulled her hand away, very conscious of his cock digging into her belly. She wanted to strip off every piece of her clothing, scanty as it was. But then, this wasn't about her.

Then she caught him staring below her chin and she looked down, following his line of vision. He was focused on her breasts. Her very nice tatas that she'd plumped and stuffed into the too-small bra. The tatas that were about to pop out of the thin halter top she was wearing.

Unabashed by his interest—it wasn't like she hadn't tried for months to get him to look at her—she leaned forward a bit more so