Sweet Seduction

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.

Author’s note: I change my mind. The ‘someone else’s room’ is coming on the next. Mean time; let’s settle in the library.

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Chapter 4: Caught

Sasuke was not surprised to find that Ino wasn’t with Sakura and Kiba in the kitchen---she must have had made some excuse to get out of joining them for lunch and gone off to gather her thoughts. Kami-sama knew, she had to be every bit as undone and confused as he was.

Mostly, to avoid Kiba’s malicious speculating eyes, Sasuke glanced towards the kitchen windows. They were already sheathed with rain.

A crash of thunder jolted him out of the strange inertia that possessed him. He glanced at Sakura; saw an impish light dancing in her eyes.

“She’s in the library,” she signed, cocking her head to one side and grinning at him.

“You can ask her to join us if you hurry,” Kiba said between his meals.

Did they know what had happened in the hot tub? Some of the heat lingering in Sasuke’s loins rose to his face as he bolted out of the room and through the house.

When he opened the library door, he found her seating on the table reading a book. She was reading intently that, for some reason, she did not notice his presence. The book looked familiar and she was almost through.

Only when he closed the door and delivered a “tsk, tsk,” did she jumped and looked up. Startled, she closed her book and stood.

“What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you,” he answered efficiently and went to her side and tugged the book from her grasps. She surrendered it absent-mindedly; Sasuke glanced at the title, then dropped the book on the table.

Ino heard the soft thud and turned as Sasuke turned back to her. Their gazes met; he raised a brow. She replied with a provocative glance, “I wanted to know why you were lusting for me.”

His eyes held hers. “And you think ‘Icha Icha Violence’ has the answer for that?”

His tone was even more provocative than her glance.

“Yes.” She smiled brightly. “I must know how to react every time you touch me.” Her eyes still on Sasuke’s, she gestured airily. “That’s what Kakashi-sensei suggested.”

Something changed in Sasuke’s eyes. For an instant, she thought the flames were back---before she could be sure, his gaze dropped from hers. She felt it sweep her like a warm summer breeze.

Her nerves tightened; excitement flickered across her skin.

“If you really wanted to know,” he drawled, his voice two tones lower, “then you could have asked me. I could always ‘demonstrate’ to you what is in that book.” His gaze slowly rose; reaching her face it touched with hers. He stepped toward her.

Eyes flying wide, Ino stepped back. And came up against the window frame. Sasuke continued to advance; she hauled in a desperate breath. “Really? It took an effort not to squeak.

His gaze dropped to her chest, which was straining under her tight kimono, as she couldn’t release the breath she’d sucked in. “Hmm.”

He halted directly before her, with a bare inch between them. With her spine plastered to the window frame, Ino struggled not to quiver. “Show me.”

With that, she went to step around him; Sasuke put out a hand to stop her. Ino didn’t see it in time, she walked into it---pressed her left breast into his right palm.

Reflexively, Sasuke’s fingers cupped the soft weight.

Ino’s knees buckled.

Instinctively, he caught her, supporting her against him, and felt a deep shudder---of surrender, of pure need---that slid through her. He did not withdraw his hand; instead, his thumb brushed the warm flesh, found and circled her pebble nipple.

He heard her breath shiver, felt shimmering desire rise within her; she held herself stiffly for one moment longer, then sank against him, leaning her forehead against his collarbone.

“Stop.”

She whispered without conviction.

Instead of stopping, he lowered his other hand to knead her right breast. Sensation poured through her. His right hand snaked to her mouth, and, with careful deliberation, his mouth moved to her free breast. His breath burned through the layers of her dress to her skin. He bit at her nipple, and Ino cried out.

Then, he was lowering her to the table, untied her obi so that her kimono would open. She lay panting in her sheer bra and lacy panties, spread out at his disposal.

Entranced, he squeezed the two soft mounds, watching their pink tips tighten against their sheer covering. Giving in to temptation he pinched her nipples, and Ino felt a shaft of fire shot clear down to her toes.

Instantly, she covered his hands with hers. They paused in their caresses.

“You like touching my breasts, don’t you?”

“How could I not?” he asked, and with a thumb and forefinger, played with her. He came down on top of her and whispered to her ear, “They’re perfect. They fit my hands as if they belonged there. Their nipples tighten every time I touch you. When I kiss them, it’s like tasting vanilla ice cream with cherry on top.” Brazenly, he opened the front latch of her bra. “Damn, I won’t be able to eat vanilla ice cream again with out thinking of your breasts,” he said, and his lips were sliding down from her collarbone, soft, soft, over the upper rounding of her breast.

Ino gasped and arched her back as his lips claimed the distended, hurting. He did not, however, haul he to the brink of passion to not hear the incoming footsteps. “Sasuke… Oh, Kami-sama… Someone’s coming!”

“Ummm,” Sasuke said, lapping at her now with the tip of his tongue. He gave her nipple one last kiss before placing her bra in place, closing her kimono and expertly wrapping her obi back into place. Indeed, someone was coming. He lowered her to stand but found her legs giving away so he draped both arms around her.

Sasuke smirked. ‘She looked well-used.”

She shivered and pressed closer. Bending his head, Sasuke pressed a kiss to the top of her forehead. Instinctively, she turned face up. And he covered her lips with his.

Her lips were luscious as he’d remembered, soft, hauntingly sweet, breathtakingly generous. He sampled them thoroughly, then wanted more. Shifting slightly, he slid the hand at her back down, over her hips, over her gorgeously ripe bottom, then fitted his palm with her heated flesh and drew hew fully against him.

She gasped---her lips parted. He slid his tongue between and tasted her, and felt his heat skip a beat, felt the desire roar, felt a ravenous hunger grip him. He angled his head, deepened the kiss---and ravished her. Voraciously.

And she responded. Tentatively at first, then with greater urgency, pressing her demands. Hot wild, unhampered, abandoned, her passion poured through them; he felt her hands steal up his chest, over his shoulder, until her fingers locked in his hair. And as she’d always done, she teased and taunted; even though he knew she had no idea what she was doing---or perhaps because of that---he was powerless to tame his own responses, an urgent, ruthless, primitive need to take her, claim her. Make her his.

It was a whirlwind of legendary proportions, a cataclysm that tensed his energy muscle, and left her melting against him. He drank the sound, taking it from her along with her breath. She drew him deep and returned the pleasure, stirred to her toes when she felt his breath hitch.

She was deep in the kiss, sunk in delight, hostage to spiraling sensation, when a feminine gasp not her own fell on her lips.

“I think we disturbed something, Hinata…”

It was Naruto’s voice.

Reeling, Ino pulled back; Sasuke released her lips, but slowly. “Camouflage,” he whispered. Even more slowly, he drew his hands fro her, closing them about her waist in a warning squeeze before he released her. Straightening, he turned; her hands falling from him, dazed and close to stupefied, Ino blinked at Naruto and Hinata.

Round-eyed and slack-jawed, they stared back.

Sasuke discreetly cleared his throat. He grasped the book from the table and Ino’s hand with the other. “Excuse us.” They marched out of the library.

Ino closed her eyes when they reached the fork. ‘So much for a demonstration.’

One moment she was walking mutely at the corridor, the next she was being pulled to a room. Sasuke locked the door before she could react.

“Wait a minute.” She looked around. Instead of green silk it was blue. ‘This is not our room!”

“Precisely.” Thunder lit the darkened room, illuminating his watchful eyes. “Time for Exhibit B.”

He dragged her toward him, and kissed her with all the pent-up need constrained in the library.
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I’ll update next week. It will be worth it, promise.