She scrambled awkwardly off his lap, standing on wobbly legs, hurriedly trying to yank her dress into place. “Ow,” she muttered with a dark pout while she rubbed her backside. “That hurt.”
“Good,” he replied. “Little reminder of who’s in charge.”
“Don’t growl at me like that!”
He could watch her pout all night. Those lips should be illegal. For the thousandth time Drae fantasized what her mouth on his flesh would feel like.
“And for the record, that bit of performance art was a one-off. Don’t count on it happening again,” she snapped.
He considered not just what she was saying but how she was saying it. Her body language and the way her eyes glittered told him a hell of a lot. “I heard a moan, not a cry.” Yep. He liked getting her going. Watching her get ready to tear into him was exciting.
“Honestly! You’re such an ass. This is what’s wrong with men,” she bit out, waving her hands in exasperation.
Ah. Such a wild temper this little lady had. Taming it had appeal but stoking the fire seemed so much more enjoyable. The idea that the passion she was running on at the moment would make it to the bedroom made his cock twitch.
“L-Look,” she stuttered, and then changed her mind about what she was going to say. Her pout returned. He smiled slowly and watched her eyes focus on his mouth. “Okay. You won this round,” she muttered.
Note to self – spanking wasn’t off the agenda.
“So,” Drae purred as he ran a hand up her thigh, under the hem of her dress to toy with the lace of her stockings. “What I’m hearing is a little spanking is okay, but you’d rather I kissed your ass?” She gasped at his statement and then laughed.
“You are a devil, sir,” she mocked. “But yes, I suppose that’s a better way of putting it!”
Relaxing into a casual sprawl, he fixed her with a knowing look, saying, “I would have guessed black.”
“Black? I don’t understand.”
“Your panties. They’re purple. I guessed either black or none at all.”
“Oh.” That shut her up although she continued to soothe the butt cheek he’d left red and smarting.
Nodding at her bottom he smirked apologetically and said, “Should I kiss that and make it better?”
Just like that, a naughty gleam turned her milk chocolate eyes a deep, dark brown flecked with gold. Down but not out, he mused. “Let me get back to you on that,” she murmured. This was what made her perfection.
She needed time to process what just happened so Tori padded in bare feet closer to the fireplace and watched while Draegyn stood and took their empty flutes to the champagne bucket. This time he poured half of what he had previously into their glasses and set them aside. With the push of a button on the remote control, small flames appeared in the gas fireplace at her back.
Removing his suit jacket, he flung it carelessly over a chair, loosened his tie, and flicked open the top two buttons on his crisp, white shirt. Watching him was a guilty pleasure, she thought. The way he moved, nothing was extra. No fidgeting, no extraneous motions. As he walked toward her she couldn’t help the way her eyes automatically drifted south. Biting her lip she measured the tremendous bulge tenting his slacks and remembered the moment at the supper club when he had placed her palm upon his hardness.
It didn’t take much to recall in vivid detail what it felt like to absorb his huge staff deep into her body. She was surprised they fit, he was so big and solid, and she so small and soft. When her eyes met his, she knew from his smug expression that he was reading her thoughts. In this instance his male arrogance was well-deserved.
“Like what you see?”
Accepting the champagne flute, she blushed and looked away. “You know I do.”
“That’s all you, honey. Every hard, throbbing inch.” All she could do was blush even more. He came at her quickly with a question. “Tell me what you like. Tell me what you want, Victoria.”
Tori clutched the delicate glass in her hand, sipping some more of the sweet bubbly liquid, peering at him over the rim of her glass. Hesitation punctuated her answer. “Honestly, I don’t know how to answer that. I’m not all that experienced, and you already know that this morning was kind of a first for me.”
His eyes shone at the mention of their earlier escapade. “Now, when you say, not experienced, what exactly does that mean? Don’t be shy,” he urged. “Honesty, remember? You can tell me anything.”
“I know.” She nodded, trying like hell not to start biting her lip. “First of all, I never slept with Wallace. It wasn’t the way the tabloids described it. And that’s all I have to say about him.”
“Glad to hear it. The man was an asshole. Moving on.” His words hung expectantly in the air.
“Don’t laugh, okay?” she murmured with a worried frown. When he nodded she blurted out what he wanted to know in a rush of jumbled words.
“Okay. Here it is - college boyfriend. We lived together on campus for two years. Actually, it was more like playing house. He was in my major and yes, before you ask, he was part of the geek squad.” Shrugging, after a moment she added, “We were more friends than lovers and too young and inexperienced all around. It was all sort of, meh. So there you have it. Until this morning anyway, a college boyfriend was the full extent of my sexual experience. When you ask what I want, honestly, I have no idea what the possibilities even are.”
“Hmmm.” He took a short swallow of the bubbly while he considered what she told him. “So, what you’re saying is my only competition is a college dweeb. And your hand, of course.” She wished his wicked grin didn’t get her lady parts all tingly and warm but it did. “Here’s what’s going to happen, Victoria.” He took the glass away and pulled her close. “You asked me to make love to you, and I intend to do just that.”
Before he could say another word she breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank God. The suspense was killing me. Will you kiss me now,” she purred.
He ran his thumb over her lower lip, leaned in, and bit her softly before straightening. “No. No kissing for now. We seem to lose control rather quickly once the kissing starts and if you’d let me finish before jumping in all demanding, you’d learn that we’re going to do things my way. Do you trust me?” She nodded but sighed disappointed, staring at the curve of his lips knowing she’d have to wait longer to feel them on her own again.
“I want you naked,” he demanded in a voice thickened with unmistakable desire. “Don’t think. Just do it. I know you want to.”
She liked the way he growled his commands. The sound he made went straight to where heat and moisture was gathering in her core. Truth was, she more than liked giving up control to him. The arrogance she once despised in his character had been replaced with an appreciation of his alpha swagger that rocked her sensibilities. That didn’t mean though that she was going to blindly obey without interjecting a little of herself into the process. Playing the coquette card, she peered up at him through lowered eyelashes. “I can’t,” she answered. “Take off my dress, I mean.”
“Why the hell not?”
She almost smiled at his gruff tone. Poor him. He had no idea how badly she wanted to be naked for him and how determined she was to get him in the buff as well. That man’s body would tempt a saint, and if he was going to get an eyeful of her bare ass, she damn well intended to get the same from him. Pirouetting slowly until her back was to him, she looked over her shoulder and pointed to the neckline of her dress. “Because I can’t get at the button or the zipper.”
Drae was enjoying this. Her willingness to play along was wracking his body with greedy wants and needs that he’d never experienced before. It was exhilarating, nerve wracking, awesome.
Enjoying the slide of her silky hair through his fingers, he pushed the tumbling locks over her shoulders revealing a tiny jeweled button above the zipper. Holy God, even from behind she stopped his breath. He was definitely going to enjoy peeling the little black dress from her body.
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sp; Nimble fingers made quick work of the fastening, making sure to slide across the skin along her nape. He was standing so close and was so in tune to every breath she took that he saw her skin prickle. Pressing apart the sides of the sheer top, Drae gently ran his knuckle across her shoulder causing fine tremors to shimmer along her petite frame.
A taste. He needed a quick taste to satisfy the beast roaring to life inside him. Fastening his lips to the skin at the base of her neck, he pressed a wet kiss followed by a slow, sensuous lick from his tongue. Fuck, he was a dead man. Even that tiny stretch of flesh tasted like sin.
Moving on to the zipper, his trembling fingers were less dexterous than before but managed to get the job done while the tightening in his balls taunted him to just rip the dress from her. Restraint won as one of his hands palmed slow, smooth strokes over her hip while the other pulled the long zip down as his fingertips dragged against her skin. In the silence he heard the quiet rasp of the zipper and what could only be described as a hushed whimper. She was incredibly responsive to his touch.
Looking over her shoulder, the warmth of her breath hit him as she asked, “What’s taking so long? Do you need my help?” He heard the wicked inflection of flirtation in her voice and smiled while his inner caveman let him set the pace.
“Hush that sassy mouth. I was enjoying the scenery,” he teased, spreading wide both sides of the dress to completely expose her back to his view. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Seeing the long line of her back with her pale skin made luminescent by the flickering firelight made his cock throb.
Knowing she wasn’t like the other nameless, faceless females who had cavorted through his sex life with their practiced wiles and experienced ways made her response all the sweeter. When she stepped away from him and gracefully twirled around, he was struck by how utterly enchanting this little creature with the big brown eyes really was. She might be challenged in the experience department but that didn’t mean this wasn’t the hottest, most erotically charged moment of his life. What the hell had he done to deserve such a treasure?
Tori was running on emotion and sheer instinct when she turned to face Draegyn after teasing him into undoing the back of her dress. She instantly noted the way his cheekbones stuck out on his face, highlighted by slashes of color and the tense, hard line of his mouth. The muscle working overtime in his jaw mirrored the clenched fists hanging by his sides. Holding out her arm, she indicated the tiny, jeweled button at her wrist. “Please,” she whispered, wetting her lips. When his breathing hitched and nostrils flared at the provocation, she silently whispered, Gotcha. She didn’t want to be the only one whose heartbeat was thumping off the charts.
When he bent his head to concentrate on the tiny fastenings at each wrist, Tori leaned closer and breathed him in. God, he was like a banquet of primal delights. Earthy and basic. He made her senses swim. It frightened her a little.
Once the sleeves were open, she shimmied around and pulled one arm free of the sheer fabric, holding the unzipped bodice to her chest. Never having done an actual striptease before, Tori was running on imagination and a good dose of romance heroine panache when she coyly extended the arm still trapped in its sleeve and said, “Pull,” as her fingers wiggled at him.
His expression, which started as a sly smile, grew to a wicked grin. He took her hand, flipped it over and pressed a kiss on the sensitive skin at her wrist. She shivered from head to toe. When he tugged on the sleeve so her arm could slide free, she made sure to hold the material close so none of her flesh was exposed. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it right and enjoy it at the same time.
Going to stand in front of the windows, with the twinkling lights shimmering at her back, Tori struck an innocent pose as his eyes singed her with their heat. Well, she thought, it’s now or never. She wished her hands weren’t shaking. The dress slid down her front as she swung her hips and pushed until it fell to the floor, leaving her in a pair of purple satin panties, lace top stockings, the ‘come fuck me’ shoes and nothing else. His grunt of appreciation as he devoured her nakedness with his gaze was her reward.
Drae was sure he’d never seen anything so beautiful in his whole life. As Victoria shucked off her dress her chestnut hair fell softly across her shoulders, spilling close to breasts that were all hers and not some plastic surgeon’s work. They were the perfect size. He remembered that they fit his mouth perfectly and a yearning to suckle on her lusciousness beat at his sense of control. Damn. He was having a hard time playing it cool when that was the last thing he felt. She was driving him insane with need from a game he had started.
Remembering what he had planned helped get his rampaging desires under control. He’d never wanted such intimacy with a woman, preferring instead to simply satisfy his powerful sexual needs and move on. Discovering deeper wants, more powerful needs than any he’d imagined possible made this situation and this woman unique. Reaching out his hand, he murmured in a voice choked with desire, “You’re incredibly beautiful, Victoria.” He watched her eyes smolder at his praise. “Come here,” he commanded, motioning with his outstretched fingers for her to come to him. Now.
Drae drank in the sight as she walked toward him without hurry, her trim hips rocking slowly with each step. Slender and graceful, her movements were beautiful to watch. He very much liked the sexy hosiery and shoes and the rich, jewel tone hue of the panties against her skin and the way her hair’s luster picked up the twinkling lights. Fuck. He liked the whole package. A lot.
When her hand slotted into his, he pulled her into the living room as though walking around half naked was an everyday occurrence. He rather enjoyed the expression on her face, which swung between shock and enjoyment. Just you wait, little one, he thought. What I have in mind for you will do more than shock. He let go of her hand to grab a strawberry as she leaned her hips against the back of the sofa and watched him.
“You have too many clothes on,” she muttered when he came to stand directly in front of her. “Not fair.”
He laughed. She was cheeky and so damn adorable. “This is true,” he murmured, staring intently at the strawberry and then at her mouth. “But you know what they say. All is fair in love and war.” She inhaled sharply at his words.
Completely changing the subject, leaving her sputtering, confused, and still half naked he adopted an innocent air, asking, “Now what’s the proper technique with these berries? First you eat the bottom,” he whispered suggestively as his lips opened and the chocolate covered tip sank into his mouth. She was staring at him, wide-eyed and unblinking. Letting the sweet fruit roll around his tongue for a moment he grunted, “Mmmm,”and smacked his lips deliberately. Holding up the half-nibbled berry he continued, “Now what?”
Watching her nipples peak and breasts shudder as she sucked in a huge breath, Drae forced himself to remain calm. “Um…” Her voice sounded harsh and sultry. She had to clear her throat to continue. “You take that last piece and bite into it just under the stem and snap it off.”
“Really?” he shrugged. “Shame to waste it all in one bite.” Some things should be savored, don’t you think?”
With that he took the ripe half-eaten strawberry and holding it by the stem, used the juicy pulp to highlight one of Victoria’s turgid nipples, circling around the tip with the luscious fruit and finally rubbing against the pebbled nub. While the shocked, “Oh!” that rushed from her mouth still hung in the air, he zeroed in on the strawberry covered delight with his mouth, licking the juice from her flesh, nibbling deftly at her enflamed nipple and eventually sucking the perfect breast deep into his hungry mouth.
Drae wasn’t sure if this was about her or him as he lost himself in the feel and taste of her. Cupping the mound in his big hand, he squeezed her flesh and molded her fantastic tit with restless fingers. It wasn’t enough. He slowly repeated the action on her other breast, rubbing the juices into her skin and then licking and sucking her clean. He noticed her legs were shaking as the sounds of him greedily feasting on h
er body filled the air.
Whatever he’d planned to happen next faded to insignificance; he felt her hands suddenly on his chest, clawing at his shirt in her insistence to get at his skin. Releasing the taut nipple he’d been rolling his tongue around with a resounding pop, he enjoyed, as only a man could, the sight of her flesh jiggling from the force of the sudden suck and release. That’s what tits should do, he thought with satisfaction. They should bounce and jiggle not just stand at perpetual attention. He considered drawing the other nipple back into his mouth until her desperate attack on his shirt diverted his attention. He wasn’t sure the buttons could survive her determination.
Covering her trembling fingers to calm her movements, he asked, “Need help?” but she shook him off with an unladylike curse that didn’t require interpretation.
“No! FUCK! I do not need help,” she huffed. “What I need is this damn shirt in a pile on the floor.” His tie went flying a second later. One by one she managed to slip each button through its hole, yanking the tails of his shirt from his pants with rather a lot of impatience. He smiled knowingly.
With a complete lack of decorum, Tori practically destroyed Draegyn’s shirt in her frantic haste to uncover his body. When she’d dropped her dress on the floor, she half-expected him to rip off his clothes and tumble her to the carpet right then and there. There was no mistaking the electricity arcing between them or what the end result of that powerful current would be.
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