The Seduction of Cassidy Flint
The Seduction 1

“We can’t go back to my room.” He brushed her hair over her shoulder. “In a half hour the entire hotel would know, and I can’t imagine you want that.”

“Well, no, but...” She took a step back, pushing her spine against the wall hoping to create distance, but it wasn’t working. “We, we, w-we...can’t.”

His lips brushed her temple then softly covered her lips and left her burning for more of their seductive touch even as she wanted to run. She wondered if she would always feel this way now. It was as if her body had been asleep all these years and sadly now he’d awakened it. Now every cell knew what it had been missing—she knew—and her head continued to argue with her body until she felt nauseous. She imagined this would make ignoring the opposite sex a lot harder from here on out.

“Why not, beautiful?”

His thumb made another pass at her cheek, and his voice was so tender she almost wanted to cry. However, even more than that, she wanted to collapse into his arms and never leave. Wanted to let him do whatever he pleased to her and never go back to life as she’d known it.

Distance.

Reminding herself ruthlessly that was all she needed right now, she pushed him back, wobbled slightly, and then stepped out of his reach.

“Can...can you turn around?”

“Why?”

She dropped her head, staring at her beige shoe against the sea green carpet.

“Because I have to...to...” She made a very small movement of the hand that held her underwear tightly at her side and he laughed…hard!

Haunting would be too good for him.

“I’m sorry.” He held up his hands in a show of innocence. “Truthfully. I shouldn’t laugh, but you take me by surprise. I’ve never known a woman like you. I find you charming and refreshing. I had no idea how much I longed for fresh air until I met you, Cassidy, but baby, you can’t be serious.”

She was appalled. Did his other women put on elaborate displays for him? Come to think of it, they probably did, and she probably seemed like the town prude about now. Sure that her skin was turning another shade of red, she recalled one of her articles entitled Masturbating for Your Man. She’d torn those pages out of the magazine and taken the bag of trash she’d put them in with her to the store and shoved it in the dumpster in the back. She hadn’t the nerve to read the article, but even the title apparently had been enough. So much for her inexperience limiting her imagination.

If she wasn’t going to die, she was pretty sure fainting wasn’t too far out of the question. She was naked under her skirt, and he wanted to know if she was serious.

“Of course I’m serious. Why can’t I be?”

He spread his arms wide and then dropped them with a loud slap against his thighs.

“Because we just had sex.”

Somehow she’d hit the deep end her first time in the pool and hadn’t even known she’d been out for a swim.

“I’m well aware,” she muttered under her breath.

He took a step closer, and she took a step back, banging into that damn wall again. “And I intend to take you home now, strip you naked, and examine every square inch of your beautiful body.” His voice dropped into that sultry silky tone, causing her hormones to betray her. His eyes slowly slid down over her, leaving fire in their wake. She felt as if he’d been able to see right through her clothes.

There wasn’t any way she was going to put on a show for him. She just couldn’t. It wasn’t in her nature. The she remembered her teen years when she wanted to put on exactly this kind of demonstration for a man. She was so confused now she didn’t know what to think. She’d let everything spin too far out of control. Her body wanted one thing, but her mind demanded another.

“There won’t be a freckle I’m not well acquainted with by the time I’m done with you, Cassidy.”

She shivered at his erotic promise. He took a step toward her and once again brushed his finger down her cheek. “I’m going to lick my way from your lips to your toes. I’m going to suck on your nipples and eat your pussy until you scream my name, honey.”

Her knees buckled, but he caught her and pulled her against him.

“Sweetheart, I made you a promise, and I’m not going to let your sudden attack of nerves push me away.”

He brushed that wicked finger down the bridge of her nose. It was everything she’d wanted, but now that it was in front of her, the ramifications scared the shit out of her.

“I think…” She rubbed her forehead before speaking. “No.”

He did a double take, blinked three or four times, and closed his eyes completely. “Are you serious?”

She blinked back tears, not sure if they were out of embarrassment or because he sounded so hurt. “I can’t. I’m not the right kind of woman for you, Aiden. I’m probably not the right kind of woman for any man. I’m shy and insecure and I haven’t a clue what I’m doing. I waited too long and now it’s too late. I’m more than flattered and very tempted by your offer, but I just can’t. Now would you please turn around?”

He opened his eyes and nailed her with a gaze that was nearly black. “No.”

Cassidy inhaled sharply. “But...” She tucked hair behind her ears, for the first time realizing almost all of it had fallen from the clip. She must look ridiculous. She tore the clip from her hair, ran her hand over her head hoping to sort it a little, and grabbed her purse, shoving her underwear in it as she did. “You’re an ass.”

She ran towards the door, just barely making her way through it before the tears fell.

* * * *

Aiden stood in shock staring at the back of his closed door.

What the fuck had just happened?

He’d been with a lot of women in his life, but none of them had behaved like that one. She’d been a wild woman one minute, as hot for him as he was for her, then as skittish as a newborn foal the next.

He ran his hand over his chin and mouth. Women weren’t so fucking complicated most of the time. The sex they’d just had was hot, and their bodies fit together well. She was a little shy, but he was sure he could bring her out of it. So what was the problem? A little love bite? That didn’t seem right.

He’d never met such a dichotomy of passion and near virginal innocence. Never would have thought it would appeal to him if he had found it, but on Cassidy it was damned irresistible.

So what happened?

A part of him said to let it go, but the more he thought about it the angrier he got. One thing’s for certain… He grabbed the keys from his desk drawer, slamming it shut again. I’m getting some answers.