Wicked Temptation

by Linda Verji

  "I'll miss you too," he returned, flattered by her words. One more kiss then he reassured, "Don't worry, I'll be back. Just make sure you don't do any more investigating without me."

  She studied him for a moment before stating cockily, "I'll think about it, Lover."

  A wide grin creased his face as he entered her bathroom for a quick shower.

  Lover. Being lovers was just a tip of he and Misha's iceberg. They were irrevocably headed for more. So much more.

  CHAPTER 28

  Two days later and Misha felt stronger than she had in a long time. And it was all because of Danny. There were no words to express how grateful she was to have him in her life. In the last few days she'd realized that what they had was so much more than friendship and love. He made her a better person. When she was weak, he was her strength. It didn't matter if he saw her deepest fear; he had her back regardless.

  It was a sublime feeling. Freeing. Humbling.

  His loyalty made her feel inadequate. In the past she'd offered him as much support as he did to her, but in the last few weeks he'd been carrying their friendship. He'd helped her through her accident, her recovery and dealing with her grief. She doubted that there was anything she could do to that would show him she was as devoted to him as he was to her. But that didn't mean she wouldn't try.

  Tonight, would be her first attempt.

  She pulled the curtain aside slightly so she could peer out into her driveway. It was still as clear as she'd left it a couple of minutes ago. She sighed as disappointment merged with her anticipation. He should've been here by now. It didn't matter that he'd spent the last two nights here. She still missed him.

  "Where is he?" Her gaze drifted to the clock. Six fifteen p.m. He'd said that he was coming over right after work, so where he was.

  What if something has happened to him? her imagination tortured her. She'd resolved to believe everything Danny had said about her not being cursed, but belief didn't happen in one day. Doubts still niggled at her. What if her curse was rearing its ugly head to spit in the face of logic, and to remind her that love wasn't a game she was invited to play? What if it'd gotten to Danny and…

  Even before she completed the thought, she heard the soft whir of a car coasting into her driveway. Her heart leapt in excitement as she scurried to the window and peered out again. Anticipation turned to joy when she saw Arty come to a stop in front of the garage.

  Danny was here.

  A smile creasing her face, she threw open the door just as he reached the doorstep. She would never get used to how sexy the man was. From his slightly tousled hair to his long muscular body wrapped up in a light gray suit, soft purple shirt and stripped white and purple tie. Even the black sports-bag strapped down one broad shoulder seemed to enhance his inherent strength.

  "Hi," she greeted him breathlessly.

  "Hi." Danny's glance raked over her figure encased in the snug, navy, kimono-style dress with thigh-high slits, and heated significantly. His eyes lit up with pure male interest as his lips lifted in a slow smile. "Were you waiting for me?"

  "What do you think?" She pulled him into the house. As soon as the door closed behind him, she lifted on her toes for a kiss. It was a sweet kiss, not just because she'd waited practically the whole day for it but because of the feelings it roused inside her. She felt full, satisfied and happy to be in his arms again.

  Their lips moved together in sensual exploration that was both tender and wildly exciting. His hands settled on the sides of her body, high on her midriff just below her breasts as they kissed. With one move, he'd be cupping her breasts and her plans for the night would be shot to hell. Misha ended the kiss with a few pecks on his lips before lowering herself back to the soles of her feet.

  "Let me get that for you." She reached for his sports-bag, transferring it from his shoulder to hers. She reached for his hand, and guided him to her bedroom. "Are you hungry?"

  His eyes traced a scorching path from her face, lingered on her breasts to center on her ass. "Not for food."

  Her pussy contracted at that searing look and the sexy words. It was everything she could do not to drop his bag on the floor and ask him to take her against the floor. She bit her lip, an unconscious warning to her unruly senses to get a hold of themselves, as she led the way to her bedroom.

  "How was work?" she asked, as she set his bag on the seat by her vanity table. The question was both an attempt to find out how his day had been and to cool the heat already swirling inside her.

  "We finished working on the prototype for Spike Dent's Saberdor," Danny's said as he shrugged out of his jacket. "You should've seen that beast. It looks so real, Spike's kid ran screaming out of the room when he saw it." He burst into laughter.

  "Don't laugh." Misha said, as her own mouth kicked up in a smile. She'd read Spike's latest fantasy novel and from his descriptions she knew Saberdors were the kind of creatures that inspired nightmare. That poor kid. "You've scarred him for life."

  "He'll live." Danny chuckled as he reached for his tie.

  "Let me." Misha moved closer, so close their breaths mingled as she reached for the knot. She tugged it downwards to release the ends of the tie then tugged the tie from his neck. "How's Spielberg's movie coming along?"

  "Great. They're shooting the octopi scene on Monday." He watched her closely as she unbuttoned his shirt. "I think I'll fly down there to make sure everything goes okay."

  She frowned at the news that Monday he'd be in LA and not with her. But she didn't say anything even as she slipped another button free of its hole to reveal his upper chest. Danny read her disappointment anyway.

  Setting his hands on her waist he reassured, "It's only for Monday. I'll be back on Tuesday evening."

  The touch of his hands against her waist raised chills over her heated flesh. However, all her attention was riveted by the revelation of his muscular chest as she pushed his now-open shirt to the side. She wanted to lean forward and lick his beaded nipple - but not now. She contented herself with a brief swipe of her palms over his enticing flesh before she helped him shrug out of his shirt.

  "How was your day?" he asked, watching her as she tossed his shirt to her bed. She gestured for him to kick of his shoes before she lowered herself to her hunches to help him get rid of his socks.

  "So. So." She shrugged as she lifted back to her feet. "I went to see my doctor."

  "You did?" His eyebrows quirked in surprise. "What did he-"

  His words died on his lips when she unclipped her dress. His eyes widened when she slowly peeled it open to reveal that she was naked underneath. When he took a step forward, she scooted backwards. "Uh uh. My turn today."

  "Your turn for what?" he murmured, his voice husky as his gaze devoured her.

  "To take care of you." She shrugged out of the dress to reveal herself completely to him. His eyes darkened as he surveyed her from head to toe. It was as if he was touching her with his eyes, licking her breasts, tracing his way down to her pussy, urging her to spread her legs so he could see more. She creamed at the heated examination, unbearably turned on by it.

  When his gaze lifted back to meet hers, she walked closer to him. He reached for her again, but she swatted his hand away as she reached for his belt. Her voice was surprisingly steady as she asked, "Did you carry enough clothes for the weekend?"

  He nodded, even as he watched her every move. His belt slid from her hands to the floor before she reached for the top button of his slacks.

  "Good." Taking care not to touch his already jutting cock, she lowered his zipper. In one go, she pushed his pants and his boxer-briefs past his hips until his throbbing erection stood proudly before her. Despite herself, she moaned. "Mmm."

  Her moan was Danny's trigger, his cue to set his lips on hers. His mouth shifted over hers in sensuous coercion as he pulled her closer to him, molding her softness to his much harder frame. He angled his head, pressed deeper, exploring her with his lips as his hands marauded over her back, her ass, h
er breasts. His tongue found hers, taunted it with sensual promises, enraptured her. And while she was distracted by his touch, he bent his legs and fit his hard cock in the crevice between her thighs so her moist lips were atop him.

  "Oh!" She released a sharp gasp, but he quickly swallowed it, forced it into a cry when he started to saw himself forward and backward against her mound.

  For a long moment she was lost in his kiss, his touch, the feel of having his length teasing her pussy. Her stomach clenched and her head swum with heady need as he pulled her into desire. He aroused her unbearably, kindled the flames licking at her until she almost forgot her plans for the night. Almost.

  "Patience," she squeaked breathlessly as she forcibly extricated herself from his arms and took a few steps back. "I want this to last."

  "I'm not feeling patient," Danny growled as he took a step toward her. The wild look in his eyes told her that he was seriously contemplating taking her right where she stood if she didn't get this show moving soon.

  "I promise it will be worth it," she reassured as she turned. Throwing a coy look over her shoulder, she started for the bathroom. He followed her in, watched as she started the shower then clipped her hair back. She crooked a finger at him, urging him to follow her as she entered the glass-walled cubicle.

  The water felt amazing as it beat against her skin - warm. But its warmth didn't even come close to the heat in Danny's eyes as he joined her under the waterfall. It didn't come close to the fire that flared between them when their lips met. Ending this kiss was even more difficult but Misha was determined to take care of him before giving in to her own desires.

  Avoiding his eyes, she reached for her body wash and dribbled a significant amount onto his chest and her hands. The scent of vanilla suffused the small space as she worked up a good lather then set her palms to his skin. He held her loosely as she ran her soapy hands over his chest, shoulders and arms washing him.

  Touching him was an exploration into masculinity. His skin was smooth, the muscles under it hard, and oh so easy to get used to. Her eyes strayed to the other very masculine part of him, thrust out and seeking her touch. Not yet. But she pressed her stomach to it, rotating slightly to reward it for being so patient.

  "Misha!" Danny groaned at her actions. Her eyes unwittingly rose to meet his lust-shadowed gaze. She couldn't stop herself from rising slightly to touch her lips to his. Before the peck could turn to more she urged him to turn away from her and face the wall.

  His back muscles shifted under her touch, his ass flexed at her caress and when she reached around to his chest he sucked in a sharp breath. He propped one hand to the wall as if to support himself as she slowly worked her hand down his midriff, past the arrow of hair on his taut abdomen.

  "Fuck." His cuss merged with the sound of falling water when she curled her fingers around his length. He was hot, heavy and large in her hand. She mashed her swollen breasts to his back as she squeezed him. He pulsed, throbbed and grew in her fist. So she did it again. Another squeeze then she started to pump him slowly.

  "Argh!" He growled when her other hand cradled his sac, spread his legs so she had more space to work him. His enthusiastic reactions were as arousing as the feel of her breasts plastered to his back. Misha pressed her mound against his ass, teasing herself against him as she massaged his cock and the taut sac beneath it.

  She wanted more, more than just having him in her hands. She urged him to turn back to her, lifted up for a kiss again as she ran her hands over him to rinse away the soap. His mouth was eager over hers, his tongue wildly parted her lips, tried to take control. But this was her party. She ended the kiss with soft little pecks.

  On his mouth.

  His chin.

  His neck.

  His chest.

  His stomach.

  She clung to his trunk-thick thighs as she knelt between his spread legs. There were no preliminaries to it. She simply plunged as much of him as she could fit into her mouth.

  "Jesu- Mish- fuck." Danny buried his fingers in her wet hair. His hips writhed forward as she slowly pulled back until her lips teased the helmet of his cock. She plunged forward again. "Aaargh."

  He sucked in an excited breath when she cupped the taut sac underneath. She massaged his balls as she eased her mouth up and down his rampant erection, making sure to tease his length with her tongue. His excitement was her motivation; it urged her to take in more of him. She inched his dick further down her throat. Unfortunately, or fortunately, Danny wasn't a small man. She couldn't fit him completely into her. She circled her free hand around what her mouth couldn't take and stroked. Her hands and mouth moved in a rhythm designed to drive him to distraction.

  And it was working.

  She could feel it in his tight grip over her scalp and the way he was actively thrusting into her mouth. He moaned a broken, "Baby, I ca- can't hold it. You have to sto-sto-"

  She suctioned harder, stroked faster. She wanted everything he had to give.

  "Fuuuck!" Danny roared as his pistoning into her mouth sped up. She lifted her gaze in time to catch him tipping his head back and shutting his eyes tightly as his salty male essence hit the back of her throat. She swallowed every drop he spurted into her mouth, drank him like he was the sweetest wine she'd ever tasted. And when he was done, she licked him clean.

  She straightened to her full height, smoothing her hands over his now relaxed muscles, reveling in the very, obvious satisfaction in his hooded eyes. This time the kiss was easy, soft and slow, almost like the curtain closing on an exhilarating play. Only she wasn't done with him.

  She turned off the water then leaned into him. Her mouth touched his ear, as she whispered, "The doctor says I'm ready for vigorous activities."

  Such a mild statement. But Danny stiffened against her proving that he'd gotten its meaning. She gave him a coy smile before she exited the shower.

  She didn't even get to the door.

  One minute she was on her feet, the next he was twirling her and hitching her up so her legs were around his waist. She giggled as his mouth crushed over hers hotly; sighed when he snuck his tongue between her parted lips and carried her the last steps into the bedroom. The mattress depressed under her weight. Danny started to settle over her but paused with his elbows supporting his body above her. There was concern in his eyes as he asked, "You're sure?"

  Her answer was to pull his head down for a kiss and to wrap her legs around his flanks. Apparently, Danny really wanted her because even as they kissed she could feel him fast rising between her legs, tapping at her entrance. It didn't take long for him to rise to his full strength. He slid down her body as if to prepare her for his entrance but she urged him back up.

  "Please," she begged as she reached between them for his cock.

  She was ready. She'd been ready since the second he'd walked into the house.

  Pressing his lips to her in a hard kiss, he lifted slightly so she could direct him in. As soon as he was at her entrance he took control. They clung tightly to each other as the head of his rod prodded her, split her open.

  There. Right there. She gripped his shoulders tightly, spread her legs further to suck him deeper into her relaxing her walls around him. The thrust was long and slow, inch by inch until he was so deep she swore she could feel him in her stomach.

  Then he began to move.

  Danny was a master at fucking. Each stroke was like being tortured and pleasured at the same time. Tingles crossed her body from scalp to the tips of her toes as he languorously pushed in and out of her. His hands lowered to her ass, tilted her upwards so he could stroke in deeper, harder.

  "Yes. Yes. Yes," she sang as he played his rhythm on her senses. Her cries drowned in the pleasure of his deep kiss as her heat in her belly gathered into a veritable inferno. His mouth and tongue seduced hers while his cock plunged over and over inside her.

  The sexy sounds and scents of their lovemaking filled the room, fueled their passion. And still he rode her. He alter
nated between full long strokes and short, sharp thrusts, urging her closer and closer to the edge. Color danced behind her closed eyelids as she began to tip over.

  One, two, three…

  On his fourth stroke she fell. Her body shuddered, trembled, contracted as her release ripped through her like an unguided missile. Danny's control ruptured then. The pulses from her orgasm sent him over his own edge. With a roar, he came.

  CHAPTER 29

  She hadn't fed him. That was the first thought that crossed Misha's mind when she awakened in his arms hours later. Though the room was eclipsed in darkness she could tell he was asleep by the even rise and fall of his chest beneath her head and his deep breaths. Anyone else and she would've brushed the lack of food aside. But this was Danny. The man had been known to wake up in the middle night and dig into a seven-course meal.

  Quietly not to wake him, she pushed the covers aside and lifted off the bed. She tied her robe over her naked body then crept out of the still-dark room. She shut the door quietly behind her before turning on the hallway lights. Once in the kitchen, she busied herself preparing dinner.

  He found her by the cooker, stirring the tomato sauce, an hour or so later.

  "That smells great." His voice was still rough with sleep as he circled his arms around her waist and nuzzled his face into the side of her neck. "You should've woken me to come and help you."

  She turned her head slightly toward him and laughed. "As soon as I want my kitchen burned down, I promise I'll wake you up."

  He gave her a faux-hurt look. "I'm not that bad."

  The look she gave him said it all, but she tempered it with a kiss on his cheek. "In your defense, you're really good at a lot of things."

  "Like what?" he asked, easing his hand into the opening of her robe.