One Night in Bangkok (Passport to Passion #1) Read Free Page A

perfect timing. That’ll be our dinner.” Tom opened the door and stepped aside as a uniformed employee rolled in a trolley.
    “Dinner?” She moved out of the way to let the server pass and Tom closed the distance between them, crowding her against the wall.
    “Yes, dinner,” he whispered into her ear.
    “But I thought—”
    “What? That I would strip you naked and take you against this wall the minute you walked in?” His warm, moist breath sent shockwaves of lust down her neck. He bit her earlobe lightly. “Make no mistake, Beth, I will have you. But I’m a civilized man. I invited you to dinner and I will feed you dinner.”
    She looked toward the server, terrified he’d heard what Tom said. Why that should scare her when giving herself to a stranger didn’t, she couldn’t say. Looking back at Tom’s face she saw raw lust flash in his eyes. This man wanted her as much as she wanted him, so why the delay?
    He stepped back and held out his hand. “Come, we’ll eat and talk.”
    Talk? He wanted to talk? Hadn’t they talked this afternoon? What game was he playing? He obviously knew why she’d agreed to come here, what he really meant when he’d invited her to his suite.
    This wasn’t the night of hot heavy sex with a stranger she’d thought it would be. This was too much like a date.
    When she hesitated, he reached for her hand. “I promise you’ll enjoy yourself, Beth. Anticipation heightens the pleasure and I plan to give you more pleasure than you’ve ever known.”
    She allowed him to lead her to the table. Crystal and china lay on a white linen tablecloth and fresh cut flowers filled a small glass bowl in the center. Tom pulled out a chair for her. The aroma from the covered plates tickled her nose and made her mouth water, assaulting her already overloaded senses.
    A hint of herbs and spices and something sweet—the heady mix of tropical flowers—combined with the intoxicating, all-male scent of the man standing behind her, and did more to her system than an electric shock. Her skin was a living, breathing thing, stretched tight across bone and muscle gone soft with desire. Fingers skimmed across the sensitive slope of her neck and goose bumps broke out in their wake. Tingles traveled the length of her neck, radiated down and spread over the rest of her body. Her nipples tightened, the hard nubs pushed against the fabric of her dress.
    “That’ll be all. I’ll take care of the rest.” Tom dismissed the server, his voice husky and raw.
    They sat frozen in place until the click of the door closing echoed around the room. With great care Tom brought his hand to her breasts, barely touching each of the tips.
    “So beautiful,” he murmured as he brushed over each peak once more. Beth’s eyelids drooped and her breath stalled in her throat. The touch—no heavier than air—had her nipples aching, growing impossibly tight. Her breasts swelled, reaching for his retreating hand. Heat curled and spiraled down to light a fire in her pussy, pulsing flesh and swollen tissue made her squirm in her seat. Warm, wet and slippery, his tongue darted into her ear then pulled out to follow the outer curve. Desperate need clawed at her, raked her from the inside out. She could feel her orgasm just out of reach. No man had ever gotten her this close with so little effort.
    “So responsive to my slightest touch. Imagine how you’ll feel when it’s your bare flesh beneath my fingertips, beneath my tongue.” He breathed the words into her ear and they aroused her body further. If he didn’t do something soon she’d explode without him. She had no doubt her orgasm would be shattering. Her body responded to not just his touch, but to his voice, to his presence. Sound gurgled from her throat, an expression of both pleasure and pain.
    “Soon, Beth. Soon I’ll give you what you want, what you need. What we both need.” He pulled away.
    A whimper of anguish slipped past her lips before she could stop it.