Chapter 1 YOU SEDUCED ME FIRST

Just the moment she turned to walk out the same way she walked in, she felt a masculine hand placed over her shoulder, and before she could react, the hand left her shoulder to her tousled hair, spinning and pulling her into his possessive arms.

Her head rested on his chest; she smelt the intoxicating scent of his bare, damp chest.

His torso was warm and lightly furred, droplets of water trailing from his dark, dipping hair down his chiseled body. Her mind however unwilling, already dwelt in some naughty thoughts, admiring the man who only had a towel wrapped around his waist.

He stood tall- six feet of raw masculinity, bronzed skin, dark hair, hazel eyes, and a presence that screamed dominance.

She started to come to herself when the hands that circled her tiny waist wandered sensually, claiming her firm round butt.

"Who......" "Shhhhh", he placed a finger against her lips, hushing her from saying anything. His finger caressed and traced the outline of her lips, causing her to fix her gaze on its playful movement.

Holding her jaw, he tilted her face up such that their lips came in contact without struggle.

First, it was a slight unreciprocated kiss, a tentative kiss that sparked like dry leaves catching flame till the heat of passion was ignited in them, and it became intense. A kind of kiss that left her gasping, wanting, aching.

Yet he wasn't satisfied, he wanted more, more and more of her.

He darted his hands onto her scalp, pulled off, and with his deep, inaudible voice, his face brushing against hers, he mumbled, "Your tongue".

She hesitated..... then obeyed; slowly, she bit her lower lip before parting her lips wide, offering it to him.

"Hmm," aroused by her submission, he let out an unconscious chuckle as he watched her agape mouth. "Trust me, I will teach you," he said to her, his mouth almost inside hers as she welcomed the wildest French kiss that left her wet and trembling.

"Wait...." she struggled and pushed him away the moment he slipped his hands in between her thighs, moving to and fro in her short skirt without barrier, heating her up.

"Who are you?" she shamefully remembered to ask after the wild passionate kiss. Her legs weak, her mind swirling.

He didn't respond; he moved closer again, grabbed her waist, and pulled her to himself such that their bodies almost bounded. He robbed his prominent nose on hers as his breath fanned her cheeks.

Her voice unsteady, "This is the fourth time we are doing this, yet I don't know who exactly you are", again, she declined his approach by turning her face away from him, avoiding his unending kisses.

"Forget it if you can't remember", he replied, his hands stroking her soft permed hair.

"No, I can't, not this fourth time. What do you want?" she asked, trying very hard not to get drawn into his charm.

"What do I want? Isn't it obvious? I want you...... he paused, took a few steps, enclosing the space between them, which made her advance backward concurrently till she got to the wall and could run no further.

He grabbed her left leg, raised and held it around his waist while his other hand pinned her hands up on the wall. "I want you, every inch, every taste of you", he growled, voice low and husky against her ears.

"Why, why me?" she mustered the courage to look into his colorful, tempting eyes for the first time.

"You did, you seduced me first", he responded, this time, his tongue flicking along her innocent ear, making her arch into him with a cry of reluctant pleasure.

"Ouch...", breath caught in her throat, her heart betraying her, she cried in pleasure. "Please stop, you must be mistaken, I'm not the lady you want", she tried to resist his further attempt the third time.

"Remember me now? He asked with a charming smile littered on his face.

She avoided his eyes and gently nodded her head affirmatively. "Though we look alike, I'm not her; she is my best friend. Sorry you weren't able to recognize her." she cleared and tried to leave, but his grip was firm.

He didn't budge, he pinned her more tightly to the wall, brushing his lips lightly against hers, speaking her name like a spell.

"Ayla...... I want you.... not your friend", he called her name to her astonishment.

"No, you are meant for my friend, she had a crush on you since high school, you must be mistaken", she insisted while gathering her breaths together.

He smiled, and again, his hands began to wander inside her; she melted the instance as she watched him grease his two fingers with saliva; slowly and gently, he moved them erotically from her thighs closer to her nub.

Her breath caught as her hips arched into his touch. She rested her head on his chest, anticipating the pleasurable landing of those fingers in their presumed destination.

Cruelly, he decided to tease her a little, he brought those fingers closer to her mouth.

"Lick", he commanded.

She obeyed, wrapping her lips around his fingers. And when those slick fingers returned to her, she gasped- moaning, trembling, and melting into him.

"Oh my!" she tucked her hand into his scalp, her face tilted above and sexually, she moaned immediately those fingers landed on her helpless wet nub.

She whimpered, her voice breaking as pleasure overwhelmed her, "Oh please stop already", she pleaded without making efforts to restrain his uncontrollable fingers.

"But you are enjoying it, aren't you?" he asked Ayla who shut her eyes, enjoying the pleasurable expertise work of his fingers together with his tongue trailing over her neck. "Why did you do that?"

"Wh...ouch...what?"

"Why did you seduce me?" he asked, still tickling her nub.

"No, I didn't", she denied even as her body screamed the opposite. He let go of her, forcing her to look into his eyes.

"Why?" he asked again, low and intense.

This time she couldn't deny it, she had to own up and surrender to him.