Текст книги "Take Me"

Автор книги: T. A. Grey

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Chapter 17

She didn’t make it far. Not by a long shot.

“You made the wrong choice, Felicity.”

Strong hands surrounded her, crushed their bodies together. There was no mistaking the hard prod against her lower back.

Felicity gasped, struggling to control the fire burning inside her. She wanted him so badly. How is it she could love and hate the same person so much?

“We can’t.” The aching words were torn from her throat.

His hands swept up to cup her breasts—his touch possessive as he molded the flesh. She shivered, her knees nearly giving out on her. She might have fallen if he didn’t keep hold of her.

“Yes we can, and we are. I’m not waiting any longer.” He’d finally decided. This was really going to happen and nothing she could do would stop it. She wasn’t sure she really wanted to stop it. A big part of her wanted this. To know him before she left him for good, because she couldn’t forgive him for doing this.

He released her and reason came flooding back. No, they couldn’t do this. So many lives would be destroyed including her own. She shoved him knocking him off balance with the action. She didn’t hesitate but sprinted down the hall away from him. She had to get out of here. She had to get away from him. If she could only get away then everything would be fine. She would be safe from him.

She slowed as she rounded through the kitchen, her stupid heels slipping on the marble tiles. She didn’t have time to damn her poor choice in shoes because a hard, heavy body slammed into hers.

Rough hands caught hers and planted them above her head on the garage door. She was breathless and he hadn’t even touched her yet. Her eyes squeezed shut—this was so wrong yet she craved his touch with every fiber of her being.

“I’m done waiting. We end this torture now,” he said, a growl.

A shiver swept down her spine at his words, at the promise in them. She couldn’t catch her breath. Her body burned; she was ready for him.

She gave into him then—into his addicting caresses. It was so much easier than fighting it. She shouldn’t do it, but she’d never wanted anything more in her life.

“Dom...” she murmured, and with that one word gave him all the permission he needed. One word, a name that had been haunting her for what felt like an eternity. The name she hated as much as she loved.

Her skirt slid to her ankles with a touch. She held on to the door as cool air touched her bare bottom. Her underwear hid nothing from his gaze. She could feel it burning into her skin like beams of light. Those addicting hands caressed her bottom, squeezed.

“You have the greatest ass, sweets.” He groaned deep in his throat as he tucked his fingers inside her panties and sent the material fluttering down around her ankles.

A heavy pulse beat between her legs and an equal weight beat in her heart—for him. No matter how wrong this was, she wanted this. She wanted her Dominic Blackmoore.

He swept her hair over one shoulder, baring her neck to him. A wicked thrill shot up her spine and she arched her neck for him—a small taunt, beckoning him, daring him to take from her. He growled again, louder, and she heard the hiss of his zipper so loud in the quiet house.

“Don’t tempt me, Felicity. Not now. My control is at an end and I will take your vein,” he threatened, his voice as deep as a pit.

Her body relaxed, a smile crossing her mouth as her eyes fluttered shut. “If we’re going to do this then do it all the way, Dom.”

Another groan, this one deeper and impatient. She wondered what he thought of her words. Would he do it? Would he take from her?

He cupped her hips and arched her backside towards him. His hard cock dipped over her drenched folds eliciting a moan from her dry lips. This was it. This was the moment she’d craved from the very first day she met him. She’d finally have him; finally know what it felt like to have him moving inside her.

Their ragged breaths created music in the air. He found her entrance and slowly pushed his way inside. He spread her, the pressure so intense it bordered on pain. He glided inside her using her slippery arousal from her own traitorous body. Pushing centimeter by centimeter, savoring this first slide. Her muscles spread around his length, his hard shaft filling her with a conquering, unrelenting pressure.

A shocked cry tore from her throat, one mixed with pain and pleasure. Her forehead fell into the door as her body adjusted around his thickness.

He pressed hot open-mouthed kisses over her neck while he held himself still inside her. And his hands, those cursed, wonderful hands, entwined with hers on the door, securing her place in his arms, trapping her. Caging her so she couldn’t run.

Then he started moving. Gentle, but unforgiving in hard strokes that dragged through her tight muscles and awakened erotic pleasure she’d never experienced before.

“Dom,” she breathed.

They breathed hard together, both caught in the web of pleasure. His thrusts grew faster in a rhythm designed to pleasure her, and it did, effortlessly. Her toes curled into her shoes as she arched back that little inch further so his heavy sac slapped against her wet flesh.

A strangle cry escaped her lips. It was perfect, so perfect. She couldn’t keep her mouth closed as she sucked in sawing breaths through her mouth. He didn’t relent but tightened his grip on her hands and pounded into her harder, faster until their skin slapped together and their groans filled the air.

Each stroke went down to her soul. Her heart had never beat so fast, and when her body couldn’t burn any hotter, couldn’t handle any more of the hard glide quickening inside her, it locked tight around his cock. The rush of pleasure exploded inside her.

Vision fled, thoughts fled. She was suspended in a moment of time with him as he plummeted into her again and again as her body lovingly encased him, milking him.

He cursed in a ragged voice. “Felicity, fuck. I can’t,” he landed deep then grinded his hips against her, “I can’t stop.”

Before she knew what he meant, he broke the skin of her neck with his fangs. She jerked at the surprised action, but then she felt the deep pulls at her neck as he drank from her. Her fading pleasure spiked once more and her body bowed into his until they were in perfect sync: him commanding her body and her taking it.

They were sharing the most intimate exchange they could. The only thing more sacred would be for her to take his blood too. It was beautiful and the most erotic thing she’d ever felt.

Wet warmth bloomed at her neck and shot down to her nipples, her belly, and her clitoris like little fingers tugging at her. The pleasure became intense all at once, at each of his pulls as if he could steadily wring another orgasm from only his lips at her neck.

The pleasure became too intense for him. His hold tightened almost painfully, his rock hard cock seemed to grow harder, longer. He hammered into her faster, harder until the sounds of pounding flesh and ragged breathing echoed around them. Growling deep, he wrapped his hands around her waist to hold her to him.

She shouldn’t like it. It was all so very wrong. But she never wanted him to stop.

Then his warm mouth locked tight to the wound on her neck and he planted his cock deep. Hot seed spurted in wet splashes inside her. He let out his release on a husky growl that reverberated down to her core. His fangs dislodged and he licked at the wound to seal it in lazy, wet strokes.

They caught their breaths as the aftermath started to creep in. Her mind still hadn’t returned to normal. She knew she should be running right now but she wanted this so badly—these few moments of them together, closer than they’d ever been. Her heart galloped reminding her of how deep she had it for this man.

“So beautiful,” he said. “So perfect.”

One of his hands slipped up to caress her collarbone. His touch was gentle, lingering. He reached down and cupped one breast then the other before flattening his hand on her stomach and trailing it down until his fingers curled around his shaft still planted deep and firm inside her. His fingers caressed her wet swollen flesh, dipping and sliding along her lips and bud.

The sound of the front door opening and slamming closed was like a bucket of ice water thrown on her face.

In a flash, Felicity righted her clothes but she couldn’t quite keep the tears of hurt from coming to her eyes.

“How could you?”

It took even less time than she would have expected to see regret flash across his face. That alone felt like a blow to the gut. Stupid, but she supposed a part of her still hoped that after he’d taken her he’d do more than profess his love to her—he’d forsake Julianna and take her. Only her. What good was having his love if he’d spend the rest of his years next to another woman? Eventually he’d grow to care for her, maybe even father children. The thought was so painful she winced as her heart throbbed.

His head jerked towards the front of the house at the sound of high heels coming their way.

“You know how I feel, Felicity. God damn it!” As if that made any of this better. As if that erased her shame or changed anything.

He pulled his pants up and with little adjusting managed to make his suit looked neatly pressed as if he’d just put it on. Even his hair looked freshly combed and smooth, not a hair out of place. She had no doubt how she looked though—like she’d just been fucked against a door.

He knew how she felt and even against her wishes he did it. He touched her. A tear she couldn’t contain slid down her cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb, his face softening.

“Don’t cry, sweets.”

She couldn’t stand the endearment. Not now, not when her whole heart was breaking.

The footsteps came closer for which she thanked the stars. It helped her to get her bearings and move, no easy feat after feeling him inside her for the first time.

“Don’t ever touch me again,” she said. She meant it and she knew he heard the conviction in her voice. He’d never touch her again after that. She was done.

Quickly, she slipped behind the garage door. She knew she should flee but some masochistic part of her made her pause outside the door. She stayed and listened.

“Ah, there you are. I didn’t know if you were here still,” a warm, feminine voice said.

“Julianna, you’re back early.” She could hear the smile in Dom’s voice and knew it was forced. The sound of him kissing Julianna hit her heart like a lethal blow. She staggered back a step as her heart stopped beating for one agonizing moment.

She’d bet money that Julianna didn’t know that his smile was forced, the kiss not real. She probably didn’t know anything about him and, if she did, it didn’t matter because no one loved Dom like she did. No one. Not even Julianna, the woman he was to mate with.

Not me, Felicity thought.

Another tear slid down her cheek. She wanted to sob but first she had to escape. She could never be around Dom again, no matter how much she loved him or what he promised. A part of her couldn’t help but think how fruitless her efforts would be. He would never leave her alone. He’d find her. It was his nature.

He didn’t love her. He couldn’t and still be with another woman.

And he was mating with her in only a few days.

Felicity raced to his SUV and shoved the valet about to get into the car. She pushed the young man away and growled. “Don’t!”

Then she got into the car and drove fast.

Chapter 18

Dom laid a kiss on Julianna’s pale cheek.

“I hope you had a nice trip out.” Dom stiffened as he strained, listening for Felicity. Where had she gone? She couldn’t leave him now, not with unfinished business standing between them.

“It was fine.”

Dom gave Julianna a stiff smile then took a step towards the garage door. “If you’ll excuse me, I have business to attend to.”

“Business with Felicity Shaw?”

Dom froze, then slowly faced the woman he had to mate with. “What of her?”

“I can smell you both in the air. Just a few minutes ago you were inside her body.”

A flush marked his face. “That is very inappropriate to speak about.” For someone like Julianna, Dom thought.

She shrugged, her face still unreadable but pleasant to look upon. “I’m afraid I have a problem.”

“And what might that be?” His fists clenched. Felicity was getting away!

Her clear blue eyes flew to his. “I don’t want to mate with you.”

A heavy silence filled the room. Dom sucked in a slow breath as he processed this. “Excuse me?”

“I said I don’t wish to mate with you.”

“Yes, I heard that,” he snapped. Dom ran a hand through his hair. His body had sweat from taking Felicity and drops of perspiration licked at his skin. In jerky movements, he whipped off his suit jacket and gripped it in a fist lest he do something childish like tear it in half. “Why?”

She lifted a honey colored eyebrow. “You have no feelings for me. You have not attempted whatsoever to endear yourself to me. You have ignored me from the moment our engagement was announced. You care for another woman. Even after I tried to end the engagement by simply leaving, you didn’t fetch me yourself but sent your brother. You care nothing for me and I care nothing for you. Let’s end this amicably, Mr. Blackmoore.”

“Call me Dominic,” he said automatically.

“I do not feel comfortable speaking to you so familiarly, Mr. Blackmoore.”

Dom reeled back in shock. Then, slowly, he laughed. The heavy weight that had been crushing his chest and shoulders lifted. He couldn’t mate with this woman. She couldn’t even call him by his first name. She was too traditional, too proper, too prim. Simply put, she was not Felicity Shaw. A strange, overwhelming joy grew inside him. Nothing would stand in his way of her now. Nothing. He would have Felicity Shaw. She would be his.

“I am sorry,” he found himself saying.

She nodded. “I will break off the engagement publicly.”

Dom frowned. “Your father will not like this.” Mr. Greenwich had been looking forward to the union of the two families with more gusto than anyone else. “If you break the engagement, there will be consequences to your reputation. I’ll do it and spare you. I will speak with your father.”

Julianna smiled a soft, pretty smile and nodded. “Perfect, but he must truly believe that we will not suit and it cannot be made my fault. If it is then I’ll tell people the truth. I’ll hold no blame for this.”

If she told people the truth then her father could take Dom to the council and force the marriage on him.

Dom laughed. “You have some guts, Julianna.”

Her smile grew into something that resembled a grin. “I will pack my belongings and leave. Goodbye, Mr. Blackmoore.”

As soon as Julianna left the room, Dom had his phone out and Vas on the other line. “Yeah?” his brother said.

“The engagement’s off. Get word out that Felicity Shaw will be my bruid. She’s young, smart, and fresh. Make sure everyone sees that pure innocence. I want everyone to know that she comes from a poor background and that she represents the average woman whether vampire or were. You got that?”

Dominic could hear Vas take a long drag on a cigarette. “Yeah, you know this might work.”

“Yeah, I know. She’s been the answer all along. Run it to every magazine, newspaper, and spread the word to every bigwig we know and do it now. I want everyone who can vote to have heard of her before morning. I expect to see that fifteen per cent gap closed by tomorrow night.”

Dominic hung up as he stepped outside. Immediately he noticed his SUV was gone. Yussef, the young valet, sprinted from the side entrance. “My apologies sir, she took the vehicle. What would you like me to do about it?”

Dom didn’t hesitate to answer. “Get me a car. I’m going after her.”

* * *

Felicity sat on a cozy suede sofa in Beth’s house. She was tired down to her bones. She tried to think back to when she ever had a day such as this one and couldn’t think of one. It was quite unique by her standards. Yet as she sat in Beth’s house, she found she didn’t want to talk about herself—at all—she wanted to talk about Beth.

Beth whose concert posters of LBB no longer hung on the walls, who CD of LBB didn’t play on the stereo, and who had a hardness to her eyes that hadn’t been there before. Even her limp looked exaggerated as if stress weighed her down.

“Tell me what happened,” she told Beth.

Beth finished pouring a cup of tea then limped into the living room and took a seat across from Felicity. She curled her legs under her, stirring her tea in idle circles and watching the swirling brown liquid. “He asked me out. I went with him.”

“You went out with Lucas Blackmoore?”

“Yeah.” Beth took a sip of her tea.

“Where’d he take you?”

“We went to the most expensive restaurant I’ve ever been in. There weren’t even prices next to the food, no kidding. I only found out how much everything cost because I got a peek at the bill before we left.”

“I take it you aren’t distraught because Lucas Blackmoore ran after you at one of his concerts. Or because he took you to his house, kissed you, and then took you out on a nice date.”

Beth smiled, it was a small one, but Felicity would take what she could get. “Nope, that was the good stuff. A few days after the impromptu kiss, I received a letter in the mail with a single ticket, upper balcony seats near the stage for one of his concerts. Not only that, they came with a VIP backstage pass.”

Felicity heard an ache in Beth’s voice as if talking about this hurt. Felicity didn’t know what the problem was yet, but she’d make sure Lucas Blackmoore paid for what he did to her friend.

“So what happened?” Felicity found her hands interlacing in a fierce grip as waited for the bad news. Something had hurt her friend terribly to make her abandon her love for LBB. A love she’d carried for years.

Beth threw back the last of her tea then slammed the teacup onto the coffee table in one violent clatter. The porcelain clanged against the spoon and Felicity waited to see it break, but it didn’t. Beth stood and paced. Her right knee sagged lower with each step she took and Felicity knew it must hurt to walk on, but she never stopped.

“So, I slowly make my way downstairs toward the back of the theater after the concert. I’m nervous, right? I’m there alone and I have a backstage pass. The concert’s packed so it’s slow moving, but I finally get there, flash my VIP pass to some burly man, and get let through a series of rooms,” she paused and dragged in a deep breath. When she leveled her eyes on Felicity they were raw, not with pain, but anger. “You wanna know how I found him?”

Not really. Wherever this was going had to be bad, bad, for Beth to give up her obsession over Lucas Blackmoore. “What’d you see, honey?”

In her mind, Felicity conjured up horrible images of a vampire orgy. Some still had them, but usually in private by the wealthy. A mixture of humans, weres, and vampires would get together to have sex while sharing each other’s blood and bodies in the most intimate way vampires could. Some orgies were rumored to go on for days.

“I walked in there and froze. He was completely naked. Some woman was sucking his cock like it was her job, and another was draped over him. He was kissing her like he was trying to swallow her tongue. The girls were butt-ass naked. That’s what I walked in on.”

Felicity’s stomach plummeted. What Beth described was not quite a vampire orgy but close. “Oh, Beth I’m so sorry. I had no idea he was like that.”

Beth grunted, her strong legs pacing and with each step, her bad leg wobbled. “What’s worse, what’s actually worse, Fel, is that he looks up at me, right? He sees me standing there like a damned idiot and he looks all surprised to me. He invited me there! Then he throws the girls off him and starts coming after me. I bolted the fuck out of there.”

“Did he catch up with you?”

“He tried to, but I went through the theater so all the other fans saw him wearing nothing. They surrounded him like a pack of rabid animals. I was just so mad, so hurt. It felt like he betrayed me. I know it’s stupid but it did. Before I left, I looked him in the eyes over the hundreds of faces surrounding him and told him I hated him. I know he heard me because his jaw clenched like he was pissed. He ain’t got anything to be pissed about. That was the last I’ve seen of him. The last I want to see.”

Felicity let out a low whistle as her eyes searched Beth’s empty looking house again. “I take it you’re off the LBB bandwagon then, for sure?”

Beth sat down and her shoulders sagged. Her hands covered her face as she shook her head. “Yeah, I’m done. He played me or was trying to play me. I’m glad I saw what I saw, Fel, because if I hadn’t then I might have gotten hurt. Hurt bad. I don’t want a man who needs dozens of other women in his life to please him. I want a man who needs just me. For a few dumb days there, I thought maybe it’d be him.”

Felicity didn’t voice her concern that he’d already managed to hurt her pretty badly or that she’d held on to the thought of him being the “one” for years, not days. “What a dick,” Felicity said.

Beth snorted then snorted again until she slowly started to laugh. Smiling, Felicity sat next to her friend. She wrapped an arm around her shoulders and hugged her.

“I’m sorry, Beth. Seriously, what an asshole. I’m glad you found out early on.”

“Yeah, me too,” Beth said, her voice hollow. “Well, you said you wanted to go out. Let’s go out. I’m putting him behind me, for real.”

Nodding, Felicity looked down at her skirt and heels. She’d dressed up tonight because she and Beth were going to a club for some much needed girl time. That was before things had taken an unexpected turn. Now she felt a tight soreness between her legs where Dominic had taken her. She’d never be able to look at this skirt again and not think of him. She’d have to burn it.

Beth grabbed a cream leather jacket and pulled on some sexy calf-high boots with buckles over the top of the foot. Midnight Smoke was their club of choice. It had a good atmosphere with people around Beth’s age, which worked out perfectly for Felicity too. Since vampires aged slowly she still looked like she was in her early twenties.

 However, when Beth opened the door to leave, a large, irritated male blocked their way. His dark eyes blazed with anger and he trained them right on Felicity.

Felicity unfroze herself from shock. Surprise gripped her, making her voice a shout. “What are you doing here? Did you follow me?”

Beth wisely stepped out of the way so Felicity could march up to Dominic Blackmoore. A man whose car she had “borrowed” to get away from him, but she’d wisely left in a block down the street and had walked to Beth’s. The arrogant bastard lifted his chin a notch. As if to say, what of it, babe?

“As soon as possible I did, yes.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re mine and tonight that became official.”

Mortification reddened her cheeks. “As if I need to be reminded in front of my friend of what we, I mean you, did tonight.”

He shook his head. “No, I mean after that. I’m no longer mating with Julianna Greenwich.”

Beth sucked in a breath making both Felicity and Dom send her a sharp look. Beth threw her hands up and slowly backed away. “This sounds private. I’ll just be...in the bedroom.”

After the bedroom door closed, Felicity realized she should have made Beth stay. As soon as the bedroom door closed he was in her space, wrapping his arms around her and bringing his mouth down to hers. Luckily her senses came back rather fast and she broke the kiss.

“Remember the part where I said I hate you.”

He lifted his head enough to grin, just one corner of his mouth lifting in that sexy way. “I remember that. I also remember telling you I love you. That negates your hate.”

Her heart stuttered like a jackhammer in her chest. “I don’t think that’s how it works.”

Suddenly, he turned very serious. His eyes grew hard, lips flattened and even his arms tightened around her. “Love conquers all.”

Oh god. He just said that. She couldn’t help it. She burst out laughing, and when his low, slow laughter met hers, something melted inside her.

“You can’t love me,” she said when her laughter died.

“Why can’t I?”

She looked around even as her hands curled into his suit shirt. “Because—because we’re from two different kinds of stock. It’d be a waste of your good genes. It’s like...mixing a thorough-bred with a mutt.”

One dark eyebrow cocked as he gave her a stern expression. “Are you comparing yourself to a thorough-bred?”

“Well, actually you were supposed to be the thorough-bred in that example, but I appreciate the compliment.”

Slowly his stern expression dissolved into the look and she melted. Her body grew warm and hyperaware of him; hyperaware of the fact that not too long ago he’d been inside her giving her rough, exquisite pleasure that she’d love to repeat again and again in a variety of styles, ways, and locations.

“Sweets, I don’t compare to you,” he said.

She pushed against him and strode away. “Seriously? Save the ridiculous compliments for someone who’ll believe them. You’re from, like, kings. You have tons of money, a great house, great clothes, hell even your hair is great. My mother and I don’t even speak anymore. Last I heard she and her lover whose way too young for her were living on the last of her money in a tropical climate somewhere. I am a designer who can’t get a job. I have a crappy car, a tiny, crappy home, and I’m poor. So, I’ll tell you Dominic Blackmoore I am no thorough-bred.”

When she finished her little rant, she stopped to see if any of that had sunk in. She sighed in defeat at what she saw. It had not. He looked even more stubborn if possible as if he’d just listened to the foolish rant of a child and was being exceedingly patient.

“You’re my beautiful, perfect thorough-bred. From your sweetness to your dedication to your jokes that make me laugh. I don’t know if you know this, but no one makes me laugh, Felicity. Not in ages. But you do. You make me feel happy. I look forward to something for once other than work. I look forward to seeing you. You make me want to change myself, hell even my presidential views. Tonight, Julianna broke off the engagement with me—”

“What?” she interrupted him, stunned to her core. That little fluttering butterfly of hope flapped faster in her heart. Could it really be true? This wasn’t just another lie.

“Yes, and the reason it took me so long to follow you is because I was looking for this.” He dug around in his suit jacket and came back empty handed. Growling, he reached for his other pocket and sighed, his relief palpable. In his hand was a small black velvet box.

“Oh no,” Felicity said, automatically taking a step back.

He grinned at her, enjoying her discomfort. The bastard. “Oh yes, baby. Lady Felicity Shaw, since the first day I met you you have turned my life upside down,” he began in a grand, royal voice. “You have made me angry, aroused, frustrated, and happy. You have made me experience more than I have at one time in my whole life. I’m a businessman, Felicity, and I know when to grab onto something and not let it go. You are my something, Felicity. You are mine, and I love you.” Slowly he sank down to one knee.

Her stomach clenched with nerves in a mixture of chaotic emotions. In her mind she screamed oh my god over and over again. She wished Beth would come out here and tell her if any of this was real.

That didn’t happen. All that really happened was right before her. Dominic Blackmoore was saying he loved her and he was on his knee before her offering her a stunning ring. A gorgeous black diamond ring on a gold band surrounded by sparking white diamonds. It was utterly gorgeous and unique. It looked old like a family heirloom.

“Oh, Dom... I don’t know.”

His smile slowly died, and with it a slow building panic swept up inside her. Had she lost her chance and made him angry? She was crazy for him. He was something different, something special. She wanted him all to herself. Now with Julianna out of the way they could be together. There was no other possible way they could be closer than to be mates. Her mind went rampant between hope and doubt. While she did that Dominic was busy. He slid his other knee to the ground, and then dropped his arms to his sides. His eyes were hard and determined.

“Come here.”

It was an order. One Felicity found herself answering immediately.

As soon as she stepped into him, he wrapped his arms around her waist. She had to grab onto one of his shoulders for balance. He rubbed his cheek against her stomach. His warmth penetrated her and she found herself cupping the back of his head in an automatic response.

“Dom...” How could this man make her melt with a touch?

His hands flexed along her lower back, the tips of his fingers digging in. Her breath caught as little pulses of pleasure triggered inside her making her want to curl into him, or take him down to the floor.

“Felicity, I want you to be mine. I’m going to make you mine. When we leave here tonight, we’re doing it together and with my ring on your finger.”

Shit. Her heart pounded with each of his resounding words and her stomach plummeted through the floor.

“Dom, I need time to think, baby. This is all so quick–” Her sentence caught on a surprised breath as his hands trailed down to cup her backside.

“I love your ass, Felicity. It was one of the first things I noticed about you. Hard not to when just looking at it makes me hard.” He squeezed, lifting and playing with her. “Damn, if you only knew the thoughts I’ve had involving your ass.”

Oh, no. He just waved a temptation in front of her face. Impossible for her to resist. She had to know.

Voice husky, she croaked, “What kind of thoughts?”

He buried his nose in her navel, nuzzling her, muffling his words. That wasn’t nearly as distracting as his hands that steadily lifted the hem of her skirt as he spoke. “Fuck, baby, if I tell you now I’ll take you right here.”

Need built fast and hard between her legs. The ache throbbed reminding her of what he’d felt like, not long ago, as he’d pistoned inside her.

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” she answered honestly.