Excerpt of Wicked Torture by J. Kenner

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I lick my lips, waiting. Trying to stand still. Trying not to shatter under the riot of sensations he’s set loose in my body.

And trusting that whatever he wants of me next will take me that much further.

This is the Noah I remember. The man who held my pleasure in his hand. Who knew my body as well as I did.

A man who could set me on fire with nothing more than a glance. Whose fingers worked magic on me, and whose cock filled me. Whose words set my imagination soaring.

Slowly, he lowers his mouth to my ear again. And slower still, he whispers, “I want you naked.”

A shiver cuts through me. I picture myself standing between him and the window. Seeing myself as he touches me. Feeling the brush of his clothes as he pulls me close. Vulnerable. His.

Boldly, I reach back and unfasten my bra, then let it drop to the floor. I’m wearing canvas flats, and I kick them off.

I hear him draw in a breath behind me. A simple thing, but the sound is just slightly uneven, and I know that he’s as turned on as I am.

And that, frankly, makes it even hotter.

I keep my back to him, but my eyes are locked on his in the reflection. I lower my hands to my slacks. They’re already unzipped, and now I slide my hand along the waistband, then shimmy out of them, finally kicking them aside.

For a moment, I stand defiantly in my underwear, as if to turn the tables and make him plead with me. But the truth is, I want this, too. I want to stand naked in front of him. I want to see the heat in his eyes as he looks at me.

That’s the power I have, and I want to wield it. I want to bring him to his knees.

I want an explosion. Because there’s too much passion lingering between us. It’s wild and it’s dangerous and it’s combustible. And until we burn through it, it’s going to tie us together.

And as much as I wish we could get back to the past, I know it’s not possible.

We have to get past this thing.

I know it; I’m certain of it.

But right now I’m so damn grateful that the only way clear is through the man himself.

Noah.

For right now at least, I’ll take the moment. I’ll take Noah.

And, I think as I peel off the panties and then stand naked in front of the mirror, I’ll take as much of him as I can get.