Текст книги "Game for Seduction "

Автор книги: Bella Andre

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Chapter Five

Dominic had been her very own warrior, swooping in from the darkness to carry her on his shoulder away from all those big bad athletes. That, and being held captive in his car and his condominium, was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. He'd picked her up as if she hardly weighed a thing and she'd felt tiny and perfect.

Plus, she thought with a small smile, she was nearly certain she'd felt his raging hard-on in the elevator. Which meant he wanted her.

The gin and tonics were starting to wear off, and she missed the warm, blurry cocoon that had helped her flirt so easily in the bar. She put down the coffee mug and stood up, stretching slowly, making sure that Dominic could see every curve.

"I'm not quite ready for coffee," she said as she went into the kitchen. She looked around for a wine rack, pulled out a bottle of merlot, and held it up. "Care for a glass?"

He shot to his feet. "No. And I don't think you should have any more, either."

She shrugged. "One it is." Opening and closing his cupboards until she found the red-wine glasses, she poured herself a generous amount. She lifted the glass to her nose and inhaled. "Mmm. This smells lovely."

She glanced up to see how Dominic was reacting, and was disappointed to see him sitting on a bench carved from a tree trunk on the opposite side of the room. Well, that wouldn't do at all.

He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "Tell me what happened today."

She carried her glass to the couch nearest to him. "Nothing out of the ordinary." Which was true. Now that she realized her father had never respected her, the things he'd said to her today weren't much of a surprise.

Dominic's stare didn't waver. "A girl like you doesn't get drunk at a bar for no reason."

"Why don't you tell me, then," she asked in a husky voice. "Why does a girl like me get drunk at a bar?"

He stiffened and she hid a smile. She hoped he was stiff all over.

Rather than answer her provocative question, he stood up, retrieved her coffee mug, and put it on the side table next to her. He reached for her wineglass. "I'll take that."

He was incredibly sexy when he got all caveman on her, but she had no intention of handing over her glass. She was a big girl who knew when enough was enough. And she definitely hadn't had enough tonight, especially since both of them were still fully clothed.

Seduce him.

She closed her eyes. It sounded good. So good. What she wouldn't give for one night with him, for the chance to finally live out all her fantasies.

Seduce him.

How could she resist? He was everything she'd ever wanted, and there was no denying his attraction to her—not when his erection was so clearly outlined by his jeans. Her skin felt sensitive as she stood up and moved directly in front of Dominic. He couldn't back up without conceding defeat, and she relished being so close to the heat of his body, to all those delicious muscles. Waves of heat pulsated between her legs and delicious shivers worked their way up her spine.

She held the wineglass between her breasts. "Come and get it."

A sharp pain split Dominic's temple. If it had been anyone else, he would have sworn that she was trying to seduce him. But Melissa? No way.

Her words had to be innocent, but his mind kept turning them around until he couldn't keep things straight anymore. Lord, if she only knew exactly what he wanted to come and get.

Her breasts were rapidly rising and falling, and the red wine nearly sloshed over the glass and onto her soft skin. Just thinking about it made him nearly blow right there in his pants. Hell, he could reach out and rip her dress off in seconds. And then she'd be naked and his for the taking.

He was losing the battle between right and wrong. They were blurring together, tempting him to find out if her thighs were as soft as they looked. He was this close to pulling her against him, to getting his hands on her. All over her.

He clenched his jaw and reached for the glass. But she was standing so close that his wrist rubbed up against her breasts, and her nipple beaded against him. He wrapped his fingers around hers on the stem of the glass, but he was so hard he couldn't control a damn thing anymore. Wine splashed out of the glass, rolling down into her cleavage. God, how he wanted to lick it from her skin in long strokes.

"This is my favorite dress," she whispered. "1 need to get the stain out before it sets."

Then she stripped off her dress and stood in his living room wearing the sexiest black-and-red lingerie he'd ever seen.

Dominic couldn't take his eyes off her. He'd never been so attracted to a woman, never seen anyone so beautiful. His fingers itched to stroke her skin, to undo the clasp at her back, to slide her panties down her thighs and watch them fall to the rug.

"I'm sorry," he said, trying to speak over the gravel in his throat. "I should stop staring."

She looked up at him, her eyes full of desire. Please," she said, and arousal hit him like a sledgehammer. "Don't stop."

All his blood rushed to his cock. "You don't mean that."

She moved closer. "I do. I want you to touch me. To kiss me." She dropped her voice to a whisper. "I want you to make love to me, Dorninic."

In seconds, his hands were in her hair, his mouth on hers. He knew that his kiss was rough, that he should stop his palms from moving down her shoulders, over her breasts, that he shouldn't be shoving his hard, denim-clad thigh between her naked legs. But he couldn't stop. Nothing had a chance of getting between him and her sweet pussy anymore.

He felt her surprise as he pounced on her, but they were long past the time when she could have retreated. She'd said she wanted him to fuck her, and now she was going to get her wish.

He was going to fuck her long and hard, and he wasn't going to let her go until he finally got her out of his system.

She gasped as he lifted her up onto his hips. His shoulder injury throbbed but he ignored the ache.

Kneading her soft flesh with his hands, teasing her lips with his mouth, he backed her up against the window, pressing her into it. He ran kisses along her jaw to the hollow of her neck, and she arched her neck to give him better access. Her breasts rose and his lips were greedy, desperate for a taste of her nipples. He sucked one hard, rosy tip into his mouth and she moaned in pleasure.

Wanting his hands free, he propped her up against the glass wall with the weight of his body. "Hold on tight, sweetheart."

She wrapped her wrists around his neck and locked her ankles together behind his waist. She was so damn hot, her heat cupping his cock even through the thick denim of his jeans.

He cupped her breasts in his hands, pushing them together, tonguing her nipples. He could spend all night loving them, nibbling on her soft flesh, listening to her whimper. Next time, he would give her breasts the attention they deserved. Right now he couldn't help but slide his fingers down between her labia.

He found slick, slippery flesh. She gasped, "Dominic," as she pushed closer to his fingers.

He covered her mouth with his and found her tongue in the exact moment he plunged one finger into her tight, wet pussy. She bucked against him and he slid his other fingers over her lips.

"Sweet lord, you're wet," he murmured as he toyed with the tight bud of her clitoris, getting lost there for several moments.

She ground her hips against his hand. "Please, Dominic," she begged, "Please."

He knew what she was asking for. She wanted to come, with his fingers on her. And he would let her, this first time. Next time, it would be his mouth. And then his cock, deep inside her.

Increasing the pressure on her clit, swirling tight, hard circles that made her breath come in fast gasps, he let go of her ass and slid his other hand down toward her cunt, too. He wanted to feel her ride his fingers, feel her climax throbbing against his knuckles.

Needing to see her face, her eyes, he pulled away from her mouth, let off on her clit just slightly, and slid another finger into her pussy.

Her eyes flew open, her irises dilated with passion. Sweet lord, she was going to be a tight sheath.

"Come for me, sweetheart."

She grasped the back of his neck with her hands and pulled his mouth onto hers as her muscles clamped down tight on his fingers. Her tongue invaded his mouth as she pumped up and down on his hand. He'd had never wanted a woman this much, had never been so desperate to spread her pussy lips wide and fuck her.

Her hips slowed as her climax subsided, and even though he was still harder than he'd ever been before, he softened their kiss.

He slid his fingers out and shifted his body away from hers, knowing that her legs must be tired from clasping them so tightly around his waist. Now he wanted to take her to his bed and explore every last inch of her perfect skin with his mouth and hands.

Chapter Six

The V between her legs was buzzing with sensation as Dominic picked her up and carried her down the hall. He had the most powerful, marvelous hands. Strong, yet gentle enough to tease her until she was desperate for release. And his fingers were so long, so skilled. No wonder he was one of the top wide receivers in the NFL, his hands were definitely magic.

Every Sunday, Dominic was the most focused man on the field. And when he was touching her, it was as if no one else on earth existed. She'd never been with a man who was so wholly focused on giving her pleasure.

She shivered, thinking about what he'd done to her. And what she hoped he was going to do next.

"Looks like you need me to warm you up," he said, and she continued trembling in excited anticipation. They were just at the threshold of his bedroom, when he bent his dark head down to her breasts. She felt his warm breath on her nipple and then he covered the stiff peak with his mouth, his tongue swirling and teasing, and then his lips sucking and pulling at it.

Instinctively, she arched into his mouth. She'd never been loved like this, by a man who possessed a map of the most responsive parts of her body.

"I can't get enough of your breasts," he growled.

If she'd had one final coherent thought left in her brain, she would have come back with something sexy. But then he was laying her down on the soft covers of his bed and she was enveloped in softness on one side, and heat and hard muscles on the other. No woman could have used her brain at a time like this.

Dominic kneeled over her, and she reached for the hem of his T-shirt.

"I want you naked, too," she urged as she explored the deep indentations of his abdominal muscles with her fingertips. His stomach twitched beneath her touch and Melissa suddenly became aware of her womanly strength.

Dominic had controlled her heart and body for so many years, she wanted him to know what it was like. At least for one night.

She put her hands on the button of his jeans, but he gently covered her fingers with his own.

"Not yet."

As frustration bubbled inside her, he said, "I can't wait another second to taste you again." Then he began kissing his way down her naked body – from her cheek to her shoulders, along the sides of her breasts, her rib cage, all the way past her belly button. She was holding her breath, waiting for the blissful moment when he would touch her with his tongue, but instead he gently nipped at the inside of her thigh, the back of her knee, her ankles, her big toe.

Trembling inside and out, she realized she was going to come again without Dominic so much as touching her clit. Desperate for release, her vaginal muscles clenched convulsively as Dominic's kisses traveled back up her calves, up her thighs. At last she felt his hands on her hips, opening her up to him.

"Wait for me, sweetheart," he said, and she expected his tongue and lips to make contact with her heated flesh. Instead, he blew a long breath across her clitoris.

She cried out in surprised ecstasy.

His hands cupped her butt cheeks and he lifted her closer to his mouth and blew again. Air rushed across her mound and she whimpered again with pleasure.

"You like it when I blow on you, don't you?" he said, his words teasing her to an even higher fever pitch.

"Again," she begged, desperate for release. "Do it again."

She held her breath until the sweet moment when another firm breath lashed across her clit. Then she couldn't stop herself from reaching for his head, from pushing herself against his mouth.

All she wanted was to come with his tongue on

her.

In her.

As if he could hear her silent plea, he slid his tongue from one edge of her labia to the other, pushing hard against her intensely aroused flesh. Her second climax hit her without warning, and she spiraled higher and higher as he entered her with his tongue, pushing deep, driving her all the way over the edge.

Everything was spinning around and around, and it had nothing to do with the gin and tonics. Being with Dominic was so incredible, so mind-blowing, that she could barely take it in.

When she opened her eyes. Dominic's face was dark and gorgeous above hers. He was levered on his arms above her and smiling a wicked, sultry smile that did crazy things to her insides. She'd already come twice beneath his magical fingers and mouth, and she wanted more of him. All of him.

"Okay," he said, "how about you take my clothes off now?"

Her answering smile was equally wicked. Now that the edge had been taken off, she wanted to tease him the way he'd teased her. To make him feel as good as he'd made her feel.

She moved her hands beneath his shirt and all clear thinking fled. He was hard and rippled and felt so damn good to touch. She pulled his shirt up over his head. "I want you naked and in me. Now."

"Thank God," he said as he reached for a condom from his bedside drawer. "I need to be inside you, too. Believe me. I'm dying for it."

Her fingers shook as she fumbled with the button on his jeans, and he gently helped her unzip him. His cock sprang free, pushing into her belly. He slid off his jeans and boxers, then handed her the condom.

She'd never seen anything as glorious as Dominic's thick, hard cock. He was so big. And more than one lover had commented on how "tight" she was.

Sensing her apprehension, he guided her hands over the head of his shaft, helping her unravel the rubber sheath. "You were made for me, cara bella."

His tender words were a sensual caress. Shifting beneath his heavy weight, she opened her legs wide. He settled between her thighs, the tip of his dick teasing her clit.

Holding the bulk of his weight off her, he bent his head and took her lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. As he slowly loved her mouth, his tongue tasting every corner, every crevice, he slid his thick, hard shaft into her, unhurriedly stretching her, giving her more of him than she'd thought humanly possible.

He pulled back from her mouth and whispered against her skin, her neck, her hair, "You're so wet. So hot. So tight." He pushed in another inch and she shifted her hips to take him even deeper. "So damn tight."

She'd never felt so good, like her body was being molded and shaped by him. He was so careful, so patient, and she could feel his restraint in the tautness of his back muscles, the faint sheen of sweat on his skin.

She wanted to take whatever he offered. She craved all of him, every ounce of his passion and desire. He seemed to read her mind, for he shifted them so that he was lying on the bed and she was on top, straddling his cock.

His hands moved over her breasts and he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as he slid in and out of her with slight hip rolls.

Instinctively, she settled down another inch on his shaft. He sucked in a breath, then put just enough pressure on her lower back with his hands to bring her breasts perfectly in line with his mouth. He cupped them together and she nearly came again when his teeth grazed her sensitive nipples, his cock only halfway inside.

She couldn't take it anymore. Sliding down on his erection, she took the rest of him, and before she knew it, he'd rolled them over again and was bucking into her, unleashing all the power he'd been holding back. She held on to his back and shoulders, sinking her teeth into the cords on his neck as he drove into her so hard and deep that she wanted to scream with pleasure.

He found her mouth again and kissed her like she'd never been kissed before, like he was trying to possess her soul. His pelvic bone ground against her clit and his cock plunged inside her and she couldn't think, could barely breathe. The only thing she could do was head into the most explosive climax of her life.

He continued to thrust into her, slower now, and she couldn't wait another second for him to join her. Her muscles clenched tightly around him a moment before he groaned her name, and she felt him contract and explode inside her tight canal.

They clung to each other as the spasms heightened, then slowly retracted. Melissa had never felt so good—or so exhausted.

This had been her worst day . . . and then her very, very best.

Dominic heard her soft, even breathing and knew she was asleep. Everything had spun out of control so quickly. But now that Melissa lay naked and warm in the crook of his arm, now that he could focus on something other than his raging hard-on, it was time to take a hard look at what he'd done.

His brain told him to get out of bed and wait in the living room until she woke up, but his body refused to listen. Even though he'd just committed the cardinal sin of mixing business with pleasure.

The bitter taste of remorse was hard to swallow. Dominic had always prided himself on not screwing his way through the crowds of women who surrounded the Outlaws. He'd always been discriminating, always made his intentions clear. He had a powerful sex drive and he loved everything about being with a woman, but he'd never said "I love you." He wasn't sure that he even had it in him. He'd watched his mother screw up relationships with too many men to believe that love was something the DiMarcos knew how to do. Which was why he didn't give women false expectations.

Screwing Melissa was the biggest mistake he'd ever made.

But even as he despised himself for taking her so ruthlessly, all he wanted was to run his hands over her lush ass, slide his fingers into her slick heat, and hear her cry out his name again. His dick twitched against her thigh, and he couldn't stop himself from cupping one full, perfect breast. Her nipple beaded in his palm and he accepted that there was no turning back, no sending her home tonight.

Tomorrow he'd deal with the consequences and repent.

She shifted drowsily against him and her eyes fluttered open. Surprise registered in her sleepy eyes.

"Dominic, am I really in your bed?"

He murmured, "Yes," against her lips, then gently shifted her weight so that her ass was pressed against his erection. She rocked against him and he reached for another condom. "I need to be inside you again."

"What are you waiting for?" she asked, her voice soft and warm.

His cock grew another inch at her invitation. He played with the fullness of her breasts, the hardness of her nipples as he sheathed himself with the condom, then opened her thighs with his knee.

She had to be sore from the way he'd spread open her incredibly tight pussy just a short time ago, but he had to have her—had to feel the sweet pressure of her climax squeezing him, giving him the most intense pleasure he'd ever known.

He found the entrance to her slick pussy and slid inside her in one fast thrust. Her breath whooshed out in a gasp, but all he could think about was how good it felt to be surrounded by her heat.

Slipping one hand beneath her rib cage, he twisted her nipples with his fingers, allowing his other hand to roam to her slick cunt. Her clit was tight and hard and he rubbed it in time to his thrusts, pushing against her arousal with his fingers as he invaded her with his shaft.

Her breath grew quick and shallow, and knowing that she was on the verge of coming again in his arms, he released the hold on his strict self-control. In moments, her cries of ecstasy mixed with his roars of pleasure. He'd never come so hard or so long, or been squeezed so tight.

Melissa McKnight was the hottest piece of ass he'd ever had. It was going to kill him to walk away from her lush curves and wild sensuality—even if it was the right thing to do.