Page 98 of Brutal Sin
“See that?” His short, sharp glance captured everything. “Her breathing has increased, and I haven’t even touched her yet. Can anyone tell me why she’s already aroused?”
“Alcohol?” someone asked.
“Nope,” Shay called. “She didn’t even finish her first drink.”
“She’s in a sex club. Of course she’s aroused,” a man drawled.
“Wrong.” Bryan verbally slapped away the comment. “She isn’t new to the scene. It’s not like watching you fool around is going to send her into a panting mess. Try again.”
“The anticipation?” a feminine voice asked.
“Maybe, but I wouldn’t bet my house on it.” He held Pamela’s gaze, deciphering every move she made. Every breath. Every thought. “Anyone else have a suggestion?”
Silence followed, not a whisper of an answer coming forward.
His focus held her in a trance, her breaths becoming gasps.
“Your eyes,” she admitted. “Your confidence.”
“I hoped you’d say that.” He gifted her with a subtle grin. “Most women are attracted to knowledge. Problem is, every woman is different, which means nobody can become complacent. There’s always a learning curve with a new partner, no matter how good you think you are. The trick to becoming an expert is to read who you’re with. Never stop searching for signals.”
He took a step toward the end of the bed, aligning himself with her feet. “You have to acknowledge what isn’t being said, because your partner may lie for numerous reasons. Maybe they lack confidence. Or don’t trust you enough. Maybe they’re shy. Or don’t want to hurt your feelings.”
His hand reached out, the approach a slow, tormenting tease. She could feel his touch before the lone fingertip grazed her ankle, the slight brush scorching in itswake.
“Nothing is more rewarding than a sexually satisfied woman.” He spoke softly, the trail of fire ascending along her calf. “Take your time exploring their body. Make her think it’s a game, when all along, you’re creeping further and further under her skin. Learning her secrets.”
She tried not to move, not to flinch. Staying quiet became difficult. The further that lone fingertip trailed, the more her body reacted without her permission, jolting and glitching like a Richter scale in an apocalyptic earthquake.
“How do y’all think I’m doing sofar?”
“Her breathing is still getting faster,” Cassie offered.
“Yes. But what else?” His caress crept higher, over her knee, along the inside of her thigh. “Has anyone noticed her muscle spasms? They’re flowing along her leg, preceding my touch, anticipating my nextmove.”
“She’s tilted in your direction, too,” T.J. added. “Not much, but a little.”
“Those are the tiny signs you need to look for. Anything deliberate could be a lie, for the reasons I’ve mentioned. These almost imperceptible changes are the things that mean the most. Especially those beautiful eyes dilating.”
She was ready to ditch the imperceptible signs and drag him to the bed by his hair. How could a lone finger torment her likethis?
No. It wasn’t the solitary stroke. She couldn’t forget that. It was his stare. His voice. His infallible expertise. The list increased with every blink.
His aftershave. His dress sense. His erotic selflessness.
There wasn’t one thing about this man that didn’t turn heron.
Not one thing that didn’t encourage her to want to grind her thighs together.
She cleared the gravel from her throat and swallowed to soothe theburn.
He paused in his moment of sexual prowess, giving way to sweet sincerity. “How are you doing?”
“Fine, thanks.” Her betraying voice broke.
People chuckled, some snorted, while Bryan grinned down at her, his admiration a living, breathing thing.
The fire reignited at mid-thigh, sliding to her garter.
