P I Honeytrap by Kristal Baird Page B

against hers. An urge he always had to fight. It was one of the first things he’d learnt when they got together.
    Why would a woman who has let you fuck her body never let you kiss her? It made him feel bad. As if she wasn’t really giving herself to him. He could live with it. Had to, if he wanted the rest of her. But he wished … What did he wish?
    She had frozen. It was as if the woman could almost read his mind. See into his dangerous thoughts.
    He shook them away. Concentrated, as much as he was able with her butterfly kisses trailing over his pecs. He wished she would wrap her fingers around his erection and guide it straight home. He was beginning to feel the strain inside his jeans.
    ‘You want to open my jeans now?’ He was hesitant, feeling his way with her. He never thought he had it in the bag. Not with Hayley.
    ‘I hope you’re wearing underwear this time too,’ she jested, parodying his earlier comment.
    ‘Always. For you.’
    ‘Don’t get ideas, Reuben.’ That warning. Always in her voice. Don’t get any ideas. Don’t get too close to me.
    He made a joke of it. ‘I’ve got plenty of ideas about what I’d like to do to you.’
    That relaxed her more than if he told her he had feelings for her. Did he? Well yeah, one very strong feeling at this moment. And, thank God, she got that message loud and clear.
    She unzipped his jeans and tugged them down, hands sliding over his narrow hips and down his hard thighs. He shucked them off to join hers.
    ‘Neat. Boxers.’
    ‘It’s not the wrapping that’s important. It’s the present inside. Would you like to see what I’ve got waiting for you? Here’s a clue. It’s hard as diamond and about to go off like a rocket.’
    ‘Let me have a squeeze and see if I can guess first. Like I do with all my presents.’ Hayley was so very good at teasing him. Minx.
    ‘Be my guest.’ If I can stand it for long enough. If not, watch out.
    Hayley splayed her hand over his stomach, fingers pointing at their target. The warm, hard palm felt so good. Her hand caressed the solid roll of flesh below, making him draw an involuntary hiss of breath. He thrust up under her hand, unable to help himself.
    ‘Stand still,’ she demanded. ‘How can I feel it properly if you keep moving it around?’
    Hayley continued to work her hand and fingers along its length, teasing around the contours, curving around the end and rolling the ridge between her thumb and fingers. ‘Whatever it is, you’ve left it switched on. I can feel it vibrating in there.’ She laughed at her own little joke.
    ‘Now I really know the meaning of cock-tease,’ Reuben said. He grabbed her, sweeping her off the floor. She squealed as he flung her over his shoulder like a jacket and carried her through the inner door to the sauna, grabbing up a heap of towels from a pile as he went. The sudden wall of wet heat made them both gasp to draw breath.

Chapter Four
    It was hot in there. It had been getting pretty hot outside too.
    ‘Put me down, Reuben.’ Hayley found it hard to speak. Each time she opened her mouth, the scalding dampness robbed the words from her throat.
    He threw the towels onto the lowest of the slatted pine benches along the back wall of the cubicle, then carefully slid Hayley down, making full frontal body contact all the way. She felt the raw power of his hard muscles scraping over her body.
    Reuben held her tightly against him, his stare deeply penetrating her hazy vision. This was the moment, she knew it. The moment where he wanted to kiss her. Almost kissed her. Before he remembered and held back as time lengthened, tense and uncomfortable. She was almost embarrassed recalling the first time he tried it, and her crazy reaction. He never tried again. She wanted it that way. No man was ever going to make her kiss him.
    Reuben released her, turned away, and folded a towel. Patting it, he indicated she should sit. ‘Start on the lower bench. A bit cooler there. Work your way