Seducing Allie: Seattle Steam, Book 3

by Shelli Stevens

Heat rushed into her cheeks and she jerked away. “I can walk, thank you very much.”

  She went to stride past him, and he caught her elbow.

  “Walking is fine as long as I’m holding on to you.”

  He kept his hand wrapped around her arm and led her toward a room on the far side of the motel. Inwardly she cursed her own stupidity. For thinking it had been a good idea to run into oncoming traffic, rather than run into the motel office and simply explain she wasn’t here willingly.

  Although she was pissed at Clint, she didn’t really want to have to call the police and tell them he’d kidnapped her. That could pretty much ruin his life. Which left her in a bit of a dilemma on how to get away from him.

  “What did you tell the motel people? Surely they thought it was a bit odd you had to chase the woman traveling with you onto the highway.”

  “No, they didn’t find it odd at all.” His mouth twisted into a slight smile. “I told them I had just picked you up from the psych ward back in Seattle, and you still had some issues.”

  Her vision blurred red and she changed her mind about having him arrested.

  “You are such an asshole.”

  “I actually think you’re the first to tell me that.” He reached the door to their room and slipped the key in. A second later he swung open the door.

  The smell of stale smoke and dust tickled her nostrils as he forced her inside the room in front of him.

  Clint flicked up the light switch, and her gaze traveled around the room. The blood left her head and she gripped the dresser.

  “Where’s the other bed?” She spun around to face him.

  “They only had a king-sized room left.” He dropped his keys on the dresser and turned the lock on the door, sealing her in with him.

  “No.” She lunged at him with her fists clenched.

  He caught her wrist, his eyes narrowing. “You already hit me once and I let you get away with it. I may not be as nice next time.”

  “I know you too well, Clint, you wouldn’t hit a woman,” she scoffed.

  “No,” he said quietly as his thumb moved over the pulse on the inside of her wrist. “I’d find a much more pleasant form of punishment.”

  Allison ignored the flutters in her belly. She lifted her chin and said, “I think I’d rather have you hit me.”

  “Liar.” He laughed quietly and to her horror pulled her against him. “You liked it when I kissed you this morning.”

  “Not even a bit.” Her pulse went into double time.

  “And last night at the bachelor party? You were practically melting in my arms.”

  “Talking to girls like this doesn’t actually get you laid, does it?”

  “In fact,” he went on like she hadn’t even spoken, “I think you’d like it if I did a whole lot more than kiss you tonight.”

  The scent of him filled her senses, sending her mind spinning and making her knees tremble. His hard torso pressed firmly against her breasts and her nipples tightened into hard points against the lace of her bra. She swallowed hard and tugged at her wrist.

  “Tell me, Allie. I’ve always wondered how you like it. Are you all about the romance?” His voice lowered to a soft caress. “Do you enjoy it when a man gently sucks on your nipples and brings you to orgasm while playing your clit like an instrument?”

  His words sent a rush of hot moisture between her legs and she bit back a groan.

  “Stop this,” she begged hoarsely. “Please, Clint.”

  “Or do you like it hard?” he went on, ignoring her plea. “Do you want a guy to bite and suck on your nipples until they’re red and marked?” He lowered his head, his breath hot against her cheek. “Do you like to hold a man’s head between your legs—let him eat you as if you’re the fucking blue ribbon pie at the fair?”

  Shock ripped through her, from the top of her head to her toes which were curling. Shock and absolute lust. No man had ever spoken to her in such a crude, sexual way before. And more so, no man had ever fucked her hard like that. The idea of Clint being the one to do it and the imagery his words created…

  This time a groan did escape and she could feel the dampness of her panties between her legs.

  “Or maybe both.” His eyes darkened and he used his free hand to pull her tighter against him. Through the abrasive fabric of his jeans she felt him growing harder against her belly.

  “One thing is certain—I’m going to enjoy finding out.” He slid his hand down her spine to her bottom, bunching the fabric of her dress.

  Cool air tickled her buttocks, and her pulse quickened as he pulled the dress over her hips. His fingers plucked at the strip of thong between the cheeks of her ass.

  “I was wondering about this.” His mouth hovered just above hers. “Whether you wear thongs or just no panties at all.”

  “Both,” her voice trembled, and she couldn’t believe she was admitting it. “Sometimes a thong, sometimes nothing.”

  Why wasn’t she pushing him away? She should be fighting this—fighting him. But at this moment nothing else mattered except being locked in this sensual power struggle with Clint.

  She drew in a ragged breath and before she could reconsider, pressed her body firmly against his.

  He gave a murmur of approval. “I’ve been wondering about another thing.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  His lips brushed across hers, ever so lightly and a tremble racked her body.

  “What’s that?” She brushed her lips over his this time.

  He followed the strip of her thong down with his fingers, low between her cheeks. With a slight tug, she felt him slip his finger beneath the fabric, before his fingers grazed over the swollen lips of her sex.

  Fire raced through her veins and her knees weakened.

  “This,” his voice grew hoarser now. “I wanted to know how wet I made you.”

  He pushed a finger between the folds and inside her.

  “Hell.” His mouth grazed the side of her neck as he pushed the finger deep and began to slowly penetrate her with it. “You’re soaked for me.”

  She bit her lip, not so far gone that she would admit the words aloud.

  “Allie. My Allie-cat. My seductive little kitten.” He curled his finger, moving it along the wall of her channel. He hit an ultra sensitive spot and she gasped. “Admit you want me.”

  “The hell I do.” She moved against his hand.

  “Really?” He pulled his finger from her and she cried out at the loss of sensation. “Well, we’ll just have to see about that.”

  He cupped her ass and lifted her, carrying her over to the bed before he dropped her down. She bounced once and scrambled to sit up.

  Going to his knees in front of her, he grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge.

  “You don’t want me?”

  “No,” she lied. The breath locked in her throat as he trailed his fingers up her calves.

  “Not even a little bit?” He pushed her dress up around her waist again and bracketed her hips with his hands.

  “Not even—” she gasped when he dropped a kiss on the silky fabric still covering her mound, “—a little bit.”

  “Hmm.” His tongue traced her slit through her thong. Up and down. The pressure and wetness of his mouth alone almost made her come.

  Tension coiled hot in her belly and the walls of her sex clenched in anticipation.

  “I’m not sure I believe you, kitten.” He hooked his fingers into the sides of her thong and tugged it off her hips. The tiny scrap of material slid down her body and off.

  Oh God, it was insane how bad she wanted his mouth on her. She clenched her fists and stared down at Clint kneeling between her thighs.

  He gave the slightest smile as he studied her swollen sex. Almost like he was forming a plan of attack.

  His breathing grew heavier as he gripped her calves and lifted her legs over his shoulders. He kissed the inside of her thigh, then caught the sensitive skin between his teeth lightly.

  Allison le
aned back onto her elbows, pushing herself closer to his mouth. She wouldn’t be the one to lose control.

  He raised his gaze to hers.

  Without looking away, he pushed his tongue inside her and despite her vow, she was lost.

  Chapter Four

  Clint savored the sensual taste of Allie in his mouth, but even more, the uninhibited cry she made while he teased her.

  She’d been leaning back, seeming so in control and calm. Almost challenging him when he’d gone to his knees in front of her. But the moment he’d buried his face between her legs, it was quite obvious who had control.

  Finally. God, how long had he wanted her? Wanted her begging and crying out with pleasure from his touch.

  Gripping her ass cheeks, he moved her more snug against his face, pushing his tongue deep inside her.

  “Oh God,” she gasped, her hips rising and falling off the mattress.

  His cock strained against his jeans and he considered undoing his fly, but that would mean letting go of her ass. And God, she had the most amazing ass.

  With her cries growing more guttural, he slid his tongue up to find her clit. Thick and swollen, he circled the kernel and ran his tongue over it.

  “Clint.”

  His name on her sweet lips spurred him on, and he drew her clit into his mouth, suckling it and grazing his teeth lightly across it.

  When her bottom clenched in his hands, he slowed the caress with his mouth again. He wanted to stretch out her pleasure, build up the climax.

  He released her clit from his mouth and started the slow circles with his tongue again. Keeping his gaze on her stomach and breasts, he watched them rise and fall in jerky movements with each ragged breath she took.

  Her thighs tightened around his head and he knew she was going to come. He latched on to the sensitive button again and sucked hard, pulling her over the edge.

  She cried out and her elbows slid outward as she fell onto her back, her entire body shaking through the orgasm.

  He stayed with her, gentling how hard he sucked her. Trailing his tongue over the bud, light and teasing to ease her down from her peak.

  Only when she went limp on the bed, her legs dead weight over his shoulders, did he pull away.

  “Interesting response,” he murmured, lowering her legs to the bed, “for someone who says they don’t want me.”

  Allison gave a weak snort and rolled over onto her stomach, the round globes of her ass now waving prominently in his face.

  “And what are you going to do about it?”

  Shit. His gaze locked on the swollen, creamy folds just barely showing below her ass. He hardened even further and he ground his teeth together.

  What he wanted to do was pull her onto her knees, unzip his jeans and plunge into her hot center from behind. But going down on her had been an unexpected—and pleasing—delay from what he had to do.

  He glanced at his watch and cursed. Could he trust her? Remembering the way she’d nearly got hit on the highway, he sighed. No. It was probably a little too early to trust that Allison wouldn’t run the first chance she got.

  This next part would be tricky, and God knew she was going to be spitting mad by the time he was done.

  Divert and attack.

  He walked to his suitcase and pulled out a necktie—who would have thought he’d need it for reasons other than the wedding?—and tucked it quickly into the back of his jeans.

  “What am I going to do about it, kitten?”

  Reaching the bed, he crawled across it toward her. He pulled his hand back and gave her bottom a sharp slap.

  “Oh.” Her cry was one of shock and pleasure. “What was that for?”

  “That was for trying to run away.” He grabbed her hip and flipped her onto her back, then pulled her body higher up on the bed toward the headboard.

  She scooted willingly, the heat and desire in her eyes still blazing as she stared up at him.

  “Oh yeah?” She licked her lips and her knees fell open, once again revealing the tempting folds of her still swollen sex.

  “Yeah.” He knelt between her legs and leaned down to kiss her curved mouth.

  Her soft sigh got crushed beneath the force of his lips. So tempting. God almighty, it was crazy how much he wanted her. His tongue slipped inside to stroke against hers, while he took her wrists in one hand and forced them above her head.

  He reached between them to rub her clit again, listening to her quickly drawn breaths. Knowing she would be slow to react while he was pleasing her, he let go of her wrists to grab the necktie. He quickly wound the tie around her wrists, before using both hands to make a quick knot.

  She pulled away, her dazed expression growing more hesitant. “You sure skip right to the kinky part. I never would have thought that about you, Clint.”

  “Hmm. There’s a lot about me you don’t know.” He secured the other end of the tie to the headboard and gave it a tug, making sure there was no leeway. “But you’ll have to find all that out later.”

  “Later?” she repeated huskily. “Then why are you tying me up now?”

  “I need to run to the store and pick up some things. The stores close in a half hour.” He nibbled on her bottom lip. “And I don’t want to lose time worrying about you running off again.”

  “What?” Her eyes bugged and her mouth flapped.

  “I’ll make it up to you,” he promised with a wink, then slid down her body to nuzzle the sweetness between her legs one last time.

  Her thighs slammed around his head, squeezing his ears in a grip that nearly had his eyes crossing.

  “Untie me now, Clint, or so help me God I’ll break your neck.”

  Prying her thighs apart he lifted himself away from her, gasping on a laugh.

  “That was funny, Allie. You steal that move from a James Bond movie?” He moved to grab his keys off the dresser.

  “What?” She thrashed against her restraints, her body flipping about the bed like a fish out of water.

  He bit his lip to avoid laughing, somehow he knew she wouldn’t appreciate it. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

  “Clint, you son of a bitch—”

  “Sorry, kitten. Don’t hate me too much.” He reached the door and with a quick wave, disappeared.

  After twenty minutes—and she knew from staring at the clock on the wall—Allison gave up trying to get free and went limp on the bed.

  She had better ways to spend her energy—like plotting the medieval-style torture she would inflict on Clint the first chance she got.

  Humiliation still burned in every inch of her body. How could she have been so stupid? To allow him to nearly seduce her and, worse yet, to have enjoyed it. Hell, enjoy was an understatement. That had been, simply and put in an obvious cliché, mind blowing.

  Sure, being tied up and ravished had always been one of her fantasies, but seeing as he’d skipped the ravished part, the fantasy kind of died.

  And Clint was probably still laughing all the way down the fluorescent-lit aisles of the local Wal-Mart.

  When he’d touched her she’d lost all rationale. Had only been focused on the intensity of pleasure she’d never really experienced before today when she was intimate with a man.

  Just the memory of what had happened between them had her body aching with the need to be filled by him. She pressed her thighs together to ease the sensation.

  Bastard. What was the one thing she could do to regain control? To humiliate him as much as he had her? Tell him his dick was small?

  She sighed and closed her eyes. Yeah, like that would work, because it obviously wasn’t true. She’d always suspected Clint was well endowed and now she knew for sure.

  When he’d been pressed up against her on the side of the road, she’d felt him. Felt the thick curl of his erection against her belly, and the memory was branded in her mind and body.

  But she couldn’t let herself give in again. If he returned and tried to touch her, she’d fight him this time. Fight him and h
er annoying hormones.

  Calm down. You need to calm down. She groaned and closed her eyes. Time to do some meditative breathing. Hopefully that would help.

  Breathe in. Breathe out. Relax. Focus only on the breathing. She repeated the process, feeling a familiar calm slip over her.

  Her jaw popped with a yawn, but she kept breathing. In and out. In and out. In and out…

  Clint left the store with a giant plastic bag gripped in his hands. He scowled, casting an uneasy glance over his shoulder back into the store.

  Lord what kind of hell had that been? He’d spent too much time flipping through clothes and underwear racks. Searching to find just the right size. Shopping was what some people might call it. Women actually enjoyed this? Talk about a nightmare.

  He shuddered and thrust a hand through his hair, heading toward his SUV. Unlocking the door, he tossed the bag onto the passenger seat and climbed behind the wheel. His stomach growled and he rubbed his hand across it.

  Allison had another reason to be mad at him. He’d promised her food then left her alone, tied up in the motel room. Guilt pricked in his gut and he sighed, somewhat regretting his impulsive decision to lock her up. He’d deserved her anger.

  He drove down the highway until he spotted the one and only restaurant still open. A fast-food burger joint. Somehow he couldn’t imagine Allison getting excited about a burger, but if she were hungry enough, he’d wager she’d eat it.

  Turning into the drive-thru he bought a few cheeseburgers, a couple of orders of fries and a big root beer they could both sip on.

  Pulling into the motel parking lot, he half expected to find the door to their room wide open and Allison long gone. He wouldn’t put it past her to have found a way out of his tie.

  But the door was still shut. He narrowed his eyes and put the SUV into park.

  Taking a deep breath in, he prepped himself to get the cursing of his life. He climbed out of the vehicle and headed for the room, inserting the key and then pushing it open an inch.

  Silence. No screams or sounds of the bed squeaking as she fought to get free.

  After pushing the door open all the way, his glance landed on the bed. She’d fallen asleep.