Still, she couldn’t believe she was here with him. Her one night stand turned into a second night stand. It was nice. Oh hell. More than nice. He fell onto the bed with her beneath him. They laughed, and after a few seconds his smile turned serious.
His gaze lifted to hers. She half expected him to change his mind, but when she looked deeper, past those brilliant green eyes, she saw how much he wanted her. God did she ever feel the same about him. Excitement burst through her blood.
His lips were on hers in an instant. He wasn’t harsh, but not too gentle either. Fast turned into a slow drug-inducing, blow-your-mind-into-a-zillion-pieces kiss. Her body and soul melted into a warm pile of mush. Dear heavens.
Abruptly breaking the kiss and sliding his bulging arms under her, he swiftly rolled them over until they were side by side, keeping her pinned against his warm, solid body.
“I want to take my time with you and discover all the sexy things you like, but I was too afraid to let go like that before. Tonight, I’ll show you how to really let go—if you’ll let me.”
Swallowing hard, she asked, “How do you know I haven’t ever let go before?” He couldn’t possibly know that, could he?
His staring directly through her should have clued her in that he knew better. “Have you?”
Her heart hitched. She thought about lying for a second, just to see if he called her bluff, but she couldn’t. “Not exactly.”
The sexiest grin, dimples and all, spread across his mouth and she melted. “You will baby. You will.” Tenderly, he feathered his lips along her throat while his hand cupped behind her neck. He tugged a fistful of hair in a tight grip. His hold wasn’t painful. Instead, erotic sensations from his powerful hold shot straight between her legs, weakening her thigh muscles. Her jaw dropped open in shock.
Macon must have practiced that move to perfection. While her mouth hung open he slid his tongue inside, exploring every inch of her. What the hell just hit her? She never even had a chance to catch her breath before the light-headedness from the lack of oxygen to her brain had her head spinning. Whoa.
He tasted every inch of her, and with tiny gasps, she explored him right back. A sweet vanilla-cinnamon-honey flavor from the crème brûlée earlier filled her mouth, and she clung to him tighter.
Ending the kiss, he slowly brushed his finger along her shoulder. “Tonight it’s just you and me. There is no world beyond this moment. What happens right now stays here. Understand?”
Excitement and a little fear spiraled through her. What did he have in mind? Could she just let go and allow whatever happens to happen? You pretty much already did that the first night. Maybe not. “We won’t ever mention it again?”
“Never,” he said, sounding like his word was written in stone. “Do you trust me?”
Did she? He’d been an absolute gentleman before, but tonight she saw something different in him. She’d also seen how much he cared about the people he worked with. What would letting go—really letting go—hurt? A little fun could give her the boost she needed to move her life in the right direction. Did she truly trust him? Her limbs stiffened, but she nodded.
“You give me full control?” He shifted a leg between hers and brushed her sensitive thighs.
Desperately, she wanted to explore with him. Just do it. Her eyes met his, and she bit her bottom lip and slowly released it. Kylie stopped breathing. “I do.”
He loosened his hold, and she rolled on her back. His mouth hovered inches over hers. “Relax your mouth, sweetheart. I don’t want you to break a tooth.”
She giggled, not realizing her jaw had been clenched so tight her teeth were grinding.
He propped himself up on his forearms, pressed up against her.
Awareness of him took complete control. “I’m a little nervous.”
“Don’t be. Before we begin, I want you to tell me about yourself. Something you haven’t told anyone.”
“A secret about me?” She blinked. She had no secrets, did she? “Now?”
“Now.” He trailed his fingers down her arm. “What is Kylie hiding from the world?” He pressed a kiss to her wrist, and she sucked in a breath.
“Um. Unfortunately…I…I think I told you pretty much everything in my drunken state last night.” She tried hard to calm her heartbeat, but it wasn’t happening.
“No. You only told me about your ex-fiancé. I want to know about you.” He brushed her hair away from her face. “Tell me about your father.”
A tightness formed in her throat, and she narrowed her eyes. “Now?” She definitely didn’t want her dad on her mind right now. What was Macon up to? Was he giving her an out?
“You said you trust me. Now tell me. Why is it you work for your father?”
She groaned. “You sure know how to kill the mood.”
Dipping down he nipped her lip playfully. Heat shot through her mouth and straight to her core. “I’m sure I can revive it at any moment,” he said with an arched eyebrow. “You agreed, right? Are you going back on your word?”
Ugh. She sighed. No. She could do this. She could be strong. She fired her best confident stare and jutted her chin up a notch.
“Fine. Why do I work for my dad? Let’s see.” She thought back to her childhood. Growing up, her father had practically been a stranger. “My father was a work-a-holic, and I hardly got to see him. It was mostly my mom and me. My mom was both mother and father. I tried to get his attention, but no matter what I did, or how hard I tried, I never seemed good enough to get his approval or attention. He loved his work more than me.”
She paused, finally noticing Macon rubbing his thumb back and forth over her palm. Surprisingly, the hurtful memories easily surfaced. “So when I went to college thinking if I followed in his footsteps and became a designer like him, then maybe he’d see me differently. Maybe even realize that even though I wasn’t born the son he’d hoped for, I still could run the company one day.” She bent her legs toward to his.
“And?” He eased his thick arm over her stomach and held her waist tight.
Why was he interested in her father issues? Wait. She hadn’t even realized she had father issues until just now. Hmm.
“And…a year after my dad finally hired me for a junior assistant position, my mom died. We grew more distant, even though we worked together. He still never saw me as an equal. Long story short, he’ll never believe I’m good enough to make partner in his firm, no matter how long I work for him. His own daughter.”
She closed her eyes. Damn it. She shouldn’t have said all that. But with Macon, it just came out. Like he knew secrets about her that she didn’t even know.
He kissed her forehead. “Ky, you don’t need your father’s or anyone’s stamp of approval to be successful in life. Why not start your own firm or find another one to work at instead of always trying to compete and prove your worth?”
Her lips parted. “You are good. I’ll give you that. I hadn’t even realized how pathetic I’ve been until I said it just now.” She wrapped her arms around him tight. “I don’t know whether to be glad or mad.” She laughed. “How much do I owe you for the session, doc?”
“Oh, sweetheart, you are about to find out,” he said and then crushed her lips with his.
…
Jake knew there was something holding this beautiful woman back, but he had no idea she just wanted her father to be proud of her. She wasn’t pathetic at all. She just needed someone to tell her she was worth their time. Something so simple meant so much to her.
And he liked her all the more for it. Her confession also led him to believe this was a part of the reason she disliked men in powerful positions. He understood her a little better now.
His father had never been present in his life, so all he knew was his mother’s abusive boyfriends. Most of them drank all day and beat the shit out of him—and/or his mother—at night. It was a routine he’d become adjusted to, but he still trembled when his trailer bedroom door creaked open. To this very day, he had to l
ock his bedroom door at night. No matter if he slept here in his mansion or at his penthouse at the casino.
He hooked her chin with his finger. “Don’t ever say that you are pathetic again. I see a very passionate woman who can do anything she wants. Got it?”
She nodded. “Thank you.”
He wanted to see Kylie start her own firm, and he’d help her if she’d take it. She needed to be the one to control her success and her life, not her father.
She leaned into him to deepen their kiss. He loved that about her. What he gave, she returned. He stroked his tongue over her parted lips, then was in her slick and warm mouth again, pushing, seeking—for what, he wasn’t sure.
He hardened, and urgency grew in his body. She seemed hungry for him too, pulling at his waist. Nope. Not yet.
He broke the kiss and moved away. “Lie in the middle of the bed,” he ordered. “Then slowly remove your heels and all your clothes except your bra and panties.”
Her cheeks were flaming, and her eyes were bright with curiosity. “You do the same,” she replied.
“Oh, I will. But first I need you to agree with what I’m about to do or we can stop now.” He prayed she would open up to him.
She hesitated. “As long as you don’t tie me up, I agree.”
“Then I’ll leave the rope out this time.” He moved to the nightstand, watching her as she pulled the dress over her head. Damn. He loved seeing her sweet curves. She lay back on the bed, and he grabbed a sheer black scarf from the drawer, leaving the rope behind, then turned toward her.
Her eyes grew wide. The excitement, easy to see, but he also saw confusion. “No talking allowed.”
“Um. But how did you know that was in there? You bring many women here?” Did he hear a hint of jealousy? She bit her cute bottom lip again.
“I said no talking.” He placed the scarf over her eyes and wanted to laugh at how quickly her jaw dropped open. “Don’t speak, or I will have to gag your delicious mouth too. But I have plans for those lips, so no speaking, understand?”
It took a few seconds before she nodded.
“That’s my girl.” He leaned closer. “Since we aren’t using rope, I want you to place your hands under your head, lock your fingers together and keep them there. I promise you’ll enjoy this. I won’t hurt you. Well, maybe a little ache here and there,” he whispered. “And to help put your mind at ease about me knowing those items were in there, I placed the scarf in the drawer earlier when you went out on the balcony downstairs. I had a feeling we would end up here tonight, and I wanted it to be memorable for you.”
She licked her lips and nodded.
“Ky, I’m going to touch and taste you—everywhere,” he said. “I’m going to do things to you that your mind has only dreamed of, but you thought were things too naughty to try. Open your mind to all your senses, and allow me to show you differently.”
Her chest rose up and down faster and faster. God he was hungry for her. He moved off of the bed, watching her as he took his time undressing until he was completely naked. She tried to sit up. “I’m still here, baby. Don’t worry. I won’t leave you blindfolded like that. I promise.”
She slowly eased back on the pillow, yet he could still sense the fear below the surface, and it made him realize he had to be a little more subtle tonight. But his goal was to help her let loose and trust him. To trust in herself, too. The first night they were together had been amazing once she’d sobered up, but he felt she’d been holding back. Maybe pretending a little. Not allowing herself to completely enjoy what they’d shared. As though she were hiding her true self from him and from herself. As though she had to put on airs before allowing herself to be at ease. He climbed on the foot of the bed, his hands capturing her feet, and spreading her legs to adjust for him to kneel in between.
He started with her foot, running his fingertips up and down her smooth skin, and between her tiny toes. She laughed and moaned all in one. “Ticklish spot?” He was testing her to see if she would answer.
Silence. Good.
There was nothing sexier than the arch of a woman’s foot. It held so many pressure points and was oh-so-sensitive to most. He lifted her delicate ankle and pressed his lips on her instep. She jerked slightly and almost spoke but caught herself before a full word had escaped. She was good.
Ky had the prettiest and smallest feet he’d seen on a woman. He casually slipped his tongue between her toes, and she jerked in response. He had to hold her firmly. The sweetest moan escaped her as he glided his fingers and tongue up her inner calves, her muscles twitching beneath his hold. He eased forward until his thumbs connected, then hooked with the band of her cream colored panties. He wouldn’t pull them off just yet, because he wanted to drag out this moment as long as possible. Maybe torture her a little with a hint of what was to come.
“Open your legs for me.” She slid them wider. “More.” He insisted. She bent her knees and let her legs fall open to rest on the sheets. “Perfect.” He angled his mouth, hovering right above her panties. His heated breath blew over her clit through the material. Her hips rose slightly, groaning as though begging for more.
“I want to lick you here,” he said. “Do you want me to lick your sweet flesh, baby?” With each word he made sure to breathe hot air over her now-moist panties. He couldn’t believe he was actually here with her. He’d never taken anyone to his home before. Ever. This moment meant a lot to him. That she would actually open up to him mentally and sexually. It said a lot about how much she trusted him. Damn it. He hoped she would trust him again after he told her the truth. The lie sat heavy in his heart, and he wished he would have told her before this moment, but she insisted he wait.
She nodded and licked her lips.
“Is your clit tingling yet? Is it hot and ready for me?”
She nodded and reached down, gripping his hair between her fingers.
“I didn’t give you permission to touch me yet.” He slid her hands back above her head, then bit her neck. She yelped, but he never truly hurt her—only gave her a warning nip. “I’ll tell you when.”
He eased back, this time pressing his opened mouth over her panties, his tongue swirling, licking, and tasting the wet material between her thighs. He ached to take her fully into his mouth and taste her juices. His gut twisted with a primal need, and he fisted his hands to stop himself from ripping her panties to shreds. Control yourself. Let her learn to trust her instincts with you.
She writhed beneath him, hips surging up against his tongue. Her head swung back and forth. Her teeth held tight to her bottom lip. He smiled. “Hmm. You don’t like?”
She nodded her head.
“Oh. You do like. You want more? You want me to remove this barrier between my tongue and your wet, swollen folds?”
She nodded again, and a slow smile eased over her mouth.
He tugged barely so she thought he was pulling her panties off, then stopped. “Not yet.” She frowned. “I will taste you—all of you—in just a moment.” His lips molded over the silky fabric, but after a few seconds his tongue slid to the side of her panties, beneath the material, and between her legs until he circled the slight dust of curls covering her sensitive flesh. Though he wanted to plunge deep into her, he feathered his tongue between her folds with ease and control.
A sharp intake of breath told him he had her exactly where he wanted her. She tightened her legs around his neck, and he had to pry them away and back down. The material was now getting in the way of what he wanted most, but he had to restrain from delving his tongue deep inside of her, sucking and drinking her juices until she screamed for him to stop.
To hell with it. There was no turning back now. She wouldn’t let you stop if you tried. No matter what happened between them after tonight, he would never forget this moment.
He sat up and yanked her underwear completely off. Her legs instantly bent and opened wide. “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue. Ready?”
She smiled and slowly nodded.
He forced himself to ease down slowly over her moist flesh instead of diving right in. This was probably harder on him than it was her. His dick throbbed like a mother, demanding it be inside of her instead of his tongue. Too damn bad. It had to wait its turn.
Lightly, he flicked out his tongue and barely touched her clit. Her hips bucked up, and he pulled back. He flicked her again. Pulled back. Each time, she arched for him. He couldn’t take it anymore. He placed his arms beneath her legs, held up her hips, and filled his mouth with her. Tasting every inch of her. Exploring her deeply. Watching as she tried to wiggle, but he held her firm. Moisture not only formed between her legs—her entire body glistened.
“Oh, God.”
He would let those two words slip from her only because she moaned so loud he thought she was about to come, and he had to pull back. Then he sucked her clit again, and she bucked again. He pulled back.
Time to move to the next step. It was easy to see she was past ready, and after teasing her this long he knew the exact spot she liked the most and took her into his mouth, blending a mix of sucking and nipping until she moaned and collapsed her hips into his arms. With the barest of touch to her folds, he twirled his tongue the way he’d just discovered she liked most until her moans proved he could make her come once more without them even joining yet. “You did good, baby. I loved watching your body react to me.”
She smiled and lowered her legs. “Next time I want to watch what you are doing.”
He inched his hands up her stomach until he reached her see-through, nude-colored bra, then he flipped the clip in the middle and watched her breasts spill out, pushing the bra to her sides. His mouth made contact with her nipple, her body jerked and she moaned.
Capturing her breast in his mouth, he grazed his tongue around her flesh, and he growled, the low rumble vibrated in his chest. Take her. Fuck her now.
She bent her legs, brushing against his hard length. He hadn’t planned to allow her to touch him in any form just yet, but holy shit did it feel—“Oh…fuck, Kylie…”
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