The Seller (Trading Hearts Book 2)

by Saskia Walker

  "I don't want her back."

  She wants you back. And why wouldn't she? Probably realized her error. The sinking feeling in her stomach leveled her. "She was trying to move in to your suite, she had hopes."

  He pushed his hair back, seemingly more at ease. "I agree, it does indicate she might've been contemplating reconciliation. Believe me, it's not on the cards and never will be."

  "It's hard to believe when she just waltzed in here!"

  "Why would I deliberately put you in that situation?" His eyes pleaded with her.

  "I don't know you. Maybe you have a fetish for women fighting over you – redheaded women!"

  He turned away, shaking his head as he did so. "I thought you trusted me."

  He spoke as if to himself.

  "I do…I did." She felt wretched. Why did she want him so much?

  When he looked back at her, he locked eyes. "Naomi, what do you want from this relationship?"

  The question floored her. It didn't help that she wanted him so badly right then – wanted him to make it right, when it had suddenly felt so wrong. She gasped, incredulous. "Really? That's it, isn't it? You think you can pluck wishes out of the sky like some sort of magician?"

  His mouth quirked at one corner, but he didn't look amused. "No, I think we can work towards common goals, because we want each other. I know what I want from you…" He paused very deliberately, and the look he gave her was smoldering. "Tell me what you want."

  Arousal pumped through her veins, because he looked so hot, so masterful. Once again emotions ruled her words. "I want to go back to the beginning. I want to time travel and have my meeting with the buyer and do things properly. This confusion is caving me in!" As soon as it was out, she hated herself for being shallow and not being able to work through it the way he could.

  "That's doable. What else do you want?" His eyes glittered with anticipation as he awaited her response.

  You! That's what he was waiting for – for her to say it aloud. He already knew it, damn him, and her desire for him was probably written all over her face, and in her body language. Saying it was hugely significant, she knew, but he also had to know how hard it was for her to talk about this, after the humiliation of being confronted by his ex-wife.

  His eyes were black disks and yet his gaze scorched her. He shifted his shoulders as if limbering up. It was a statement of intent.

  Pride forbade her to respond. She wavered momentarily. The tug of desire was fierce. Battling it, she flitted from the spot.

  "Naomi?" He grabbed her and halted her, pressing her flat to the wall with the weight of his body.

  Naomi gasped, hands on the wall, him at her back. His breath was hot on the side of her face, his masculine presence against her body insistent. "Let me go."

  "You don't want me to let you go." He leaned down, rested a kiss on her cheek, but he didn't loosen the hold he had on her.

  Her mouth went dry, nerves assailing her. She was angry, upset and in danger of completely losing it. She wouldn't let it happen, couldn't. Not in front of him, because – despite the drama with Clara – it mattered deeply what Lucas thought of her. Her stupid pride.

  "I know you," he added, his voice a stern whispered at her ear, so masterful, so seductive. "You're stronger than this."

  Even though she was determined not to be dissuaded, Lucas's demands aroused her – as they always did — and now she longed to feel the palm of his hand on her buttocks. His anger only rammed home how his mood could affect hers, how attuned they were. She felt wired, oddly high on the tension electrifying the atmosphere. And it was sexual.

  Her lips parted, and she ran her tongue over her lower lip before she spoke. "You know me well enough."

  It came out in a whisper, because it pained her to admit even that much.

  He turned her to face him. His eyes were dark with lust.

  Pleasure plumed inside her. "Lucas, I need to take a step back, but it's so hard because I want you." Her nipples were knotted and chaffing.

  He stared at her for the longest moment, then nodded.

  She thought he might be smug, but he wasn't.

  That made her ache for him even more.

  He ran his thumb over her lips, connecting with her intimately through the softest of touches.

  She inhaled audibly when the touch lit a flame inside her.

  His eyes focused. "You're hurt by what went on here and you want your own space, I can see that, but you're in my arms and you're sexually aroused."

  "Yes," she admitted, "I want you so much I can't walk away from this situation, even though I know I must go."

  The tension in his expression altered. Ah yes, that got to him. Was he surprised? She swallowed, emotion building inside of her. His eyes seemed to burn into her, desire swamping them both.

  "You don't mean it." Tension emanated from him, his body taut as a bow. "Don't threaten to leave if you don't mean it."

  "I should. You clearly have outstanding issues with your wife, and your son needs you."

  "I can deal with all that. What I need is you."

  His attention was all hers.

  The knowledge burned in her.

  "Naomi...?" He had an increasingly desperate look about him. Weaving his fingers in her hair until he had a fist full of it, he pulled her head back with a gentle tug and looked down into her eyes, his free hand moving inside her robe to claim her pussy. "What you said about not being able to leave..?"

  A possessive look shone in his eyes, and the grip of his hand between her legs tightened.

  "Despite your ex-wife drama queen, yes." She glared at him. "Doesn't mean I'm comfortable with it."

  He tore open her robe, bearing her peaked nipples.

  Infuriated at her own obvious arousal, she attempted to break free. But he had a firm grasp on her. He moved his hand, running it over the surface of her throat and then lower, clasping her breast.

  A heady rush made her knees go weak under her. She wedged against the wall, tried to pull away, but he held her there, pinning her arms to her sides.

  He bent to rasp his tongue over the bare skin of her shoulder, where it sent a flame beneath her skin. She opened her lips, moaned, stamped her foot, and yet she couldn't voice an objection, her body wouldn't allow it. With Lucas's large male body pressing so determinedly against hers, his mouth brushing over her skin—she was speechless, helpless, a victim of her own desire.

  Anger flared in her, let loose by her lingering humiliation. She jerked away from him, turning her back as best she could. He growled under his breath, his hand latching the outside of her thigh. Pressing close against her back, he tugged the robe free, dropping it to the floor.

  "You want me, you know you do. You're hurt, I understand that, but don't deny this. I want you, Naomi," he coaxed, "I'm hard. You make me hard."

  She had to count to ten to stop herself from demanding he free her. The containment was too good. This wasn't about submission, it was edgier still, because if she gave in to him now, he'd know how much she fallen for him, he'd know she was well and truly his to command.

  "You're so hot, so damp." His hand was between her thighs, cupped against her bare mons. "I feel your need in the palm of my hand."

  She squeezed her eyes shut, silently refusing to acknowledge how right he was as his fingers sank straight into the slick wetness of her folds. Her heart raced, her body clamoring for him.

  "Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop, I'll let you go." He whispered the words close against her ear, his hot breath on her skin making her aware of him in every possible way.

  She wanted him so badly, but she swallowed it down refusing to give in.

  His fingers moved inside her. Her core clenched.

  She turned her head, glancing away and caught sight of them reflected in one of the many smoky mirrors in the suite. The image of him arched over her, his hands owning her, was so primal, so bloody hot, that she bit her lip, lust making her crazy.

  She couldn't resist him i
f her life depended on it.

  "I'll take your silence as consent, so if you don't speak now I will fuck you."

  Naomi moaned, loudly, pivoting against him. But she didn't speak.

  The floor went from under her as he lifted her, holding her against him as he headed for the plush sofa in the lounge area of the suite. He put her face down over one stuffed arm of the sofa, and she had to grapple with her hands to get steady.

  He splayed her legs from behind, opening her.

  "Lucas," she cried, when the cool air rushed over her inflamed sex.

  "Right here."

  A moment later, his hand retuned to the underside of her thigh, and the hard, blunt head of his erection pressed into her from behind.

  Her reactions were out of her control now.

  Gasping, clutching and writing, her body pushed back onto the girth of his cock. His hands held her open as he penetrated her, stretching her, he filled her. He was in to the hilt, but he pushed again, parting her legs with his hands under her thighs, grinding deeper still.

  Naomi cried out.

  Pleasure rippled out from his cock, suffusing her entire body. He pulled back and then thrust again, deep and hard. Her breath caught on the rush of pleasure. Her groin was on fire, her body tightening and releasing of its own accord. Hot, electrifying friction built fast between them and she loved it, her sex clutching at him. Dizzy with sensation, she belted her arms out against the sofa.

  "You're so tight, so hot, your cunt is like a fist holding my cock. It makes me crazy."

  She melted into the surface of the sofa, her mouth open, her sensitive breasts jammed into the cushions, his raw words making her crazy.

  He thrust harder and faster, working his way into her as he neared climax.

  She could feel the head of his cock brushing her cervix, and wild strikes of lightning sensation reached her womb and beyond. Then he stroked his fingers over her anus, and she jerked. Cries of ecstasy escaped her, and she gulped them back. Her fingers clutched at the surface of the sofa and she whimpered, but her bottom tilted up, her hips moving of their own accord now, taking everything he offered, willingly.

  "Oh yes," he breathed. "It's good. It's so right between us, you can't deny that." He eased one finger into her anus.

  It made her hotter still, restless as an alley cat. She pressed her lips together, biting into the lower one in case she blurted something she would later regret.

  His cock seemed to grow harder still, and she squirmed against him for ultimate contact, her sex stretched to capacity and sizzling with pleasure.

  "You must trust me. I can't do this unless there's trust."

  There was a lot at stake. More than her dented ego.

  "You didn't really want to leave," he asked, "did you?"

  She gasped for breath. Her climax was roaring in on the horizon.

  "Admit it!"

  Ecstasy burned at the edge of her consciousness, thrumming through her every nerve ending. The heat of it gathered, stoking the core of her body.

  "No! I didn't want to leave," she blurted. "I had to try though, because I was hurt."

  "I don't want to hurt you," he said, on his next thrust.

  She had to blink to level herself, her legs were trembling, her core full to capacity and ringing with sensation. "I know," she murmured.

  She felt as if every atom of energy was vibrating through the deepest most essential part of her. She came in a series of wild spasms, her pussy drenched. Her mouth opened as she reached her peak, release rushing through her, sparkling pleasure tipping into every nerve ending.

  The power of the orgasm stunned her, but she reached back with one hand, covering his where it was locked around her hips.

  With his cock buried deep inside, he thrust into her fast and hard, making her climax last and last. Then, as his climax approached, he murmured her name. "Naomi, Naomi…."

  It was so poignant her chest hurt.

  His cock jerked deep inside her, and still he said her name, over and over.

  She felt his body shudder against hers. Then he withdrew.

  Naomi couldn't have lifted a finger to sort herself out, but before she had a chance to think about it, he had her in his arms and carried her to the massive bed where he set her down on the mountain of pillows. A moment later he was spooning her from behind.

  She could feel his heart thudding against her side. Then he stroked her hair, and he whispered soothing words. Listening to them, savoring them, she closed her eyes and discovered that her lashes were damp.

  Dazed, drowned in pleasure, Naomi had experienced his intensity on a whole new level. This wasn't playing, this was the crux of the matter. She felt raw, her emotions exposed. The urge to leave had been shoved away forcefully by Lucas's claim on her. Yet she clung to her doubts, warning herself to be guarded.

  Lucas continued to hold her close, squeezing her gently, coaxing her to relax—and in that moment it didn't matter that she'd tried to leave, or why.

  It didn't matter at all.

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  Look out for THE DEAL, the third and final part of Lucas and Naomi's story,

  coming later in 2016!

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Saskia Walker is an award-winning British author. Her short stories and novellas have appeared in over one hundred international anthologies including BEST WOMEN'S EROTICA, THE MAMMOTH BOOK OF BEST NEW EROTICA, SECRETS, and WICKED WORDS. Her erotica has also been featured in several international magazines including COSMO, PENTHOUSE, BUST, and SCARLET. After writing shorts for several years Saskia moved into novel-length projects.

  Fascinated with seduction, Saskia loves to explore how and why we get from saying "hello" to sharing our most intimate selves in moments of extreme passion. Her novels DOUBLE DARE and RAMPANT both won Passionate Plume awards and her writing has twice been nominated for a RT Book Reviews Reviewers' Choice Award. She has lots more stories in the pipeline! Saskia lives in the north of England on the beautiful Yorkshire moors, with her real life hero, Mark, and a house full of felines.

  A few other books by Saskia Walker

  The Erogenous Zones series:

  Monica's Secret

  Holly's Intuition

  Faye's Spirit

  Single Titles:

  Double Dare

  Rampant

  Reckless

  Inescapable

  Along for the Ride

  Minding Amy

  Novellas:

  Sex, Lies and Bondage Tape

  Mastering Meg

  Forbidden