Seducing Allie: Seattle Steam, Book 3

by Shelli Stevens

  “Why are you determined for it not to happen?” His gut twisted as he waited for the response he didn’t want to hear. That she still had feelings for Kenneth.

  She watched him for a moment, then instead of answering, turned and went into the tent, zipping it shut behind her.

  Damn. Clint thrust a hand through his hair and shook his head. His dick had been half hard all day from wanting her so badly. Every time he touched her she just about begged him to take her, so why—when he laid it out on the table—did she still fight it? Fight what was between them?

  He kicked dirt onto the fire and it hissed in response, dying out in certain spots. Grabbing the bucket he went to the lake to fill it up so he could put out the rest of the fire.

  Hell, if it was only as easy to douse his desire for Allie.

  Chapter Eleven

  Allison blinked rapidly inside the tent to adjust her vision. Her heart hadn’t stopped pounding since Clint had calmly stated that he intended to have her tonight. As if she had no say in the matter.

  But do you really want to say no? She smothered the taunting voice in her head and let out a growl of frustration.

  Sleeping with Clint was a bad idea. Wasn’t it? Dating Kenneth had definitely diluted her friendship with him a bit, did she really want to make the same mistake with Clint? Even if their friendship had seemed to go downhill in the past year anyway.

  She tossed the nightgown on the inflatable bed, then pulled off her sweatshirt and shoved down her pants. Once again naked, she grabbed the nightgown and tugged it on.

  She’d been so close to saying to hell with it and sleeping in the sweats. But the steely determination she’d seen in Clint’s gaze had convinced her he’d probably strip her himself—and enjoy doing it. Her body heated at the thought and she groaned.

  The silky nightgown fell across her body is a soft whisper. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it certainly did little to ward off the cold. Her nipples peaked beneath the silk and gooseflesh broke out on her arms.

  Biting her lip, she hurried to the bed and unzipped her sleeping bag. She climbed inside, her body tense with expectation. Would he come in and demand she get in his bag? Be a total Neanderthal about his promise to have her? The hell with that. She’d bite his lip off.

  The rasp of the zipper announced Clint’s entrance to the tent. Her body went rigid and she held her breath. The faint light from some kind of lamp he held cast shadows inside the tent.

  Would he come over?

  She heard another zipper rasp and heat rushed through her body. Images of him taking off his jeans flooded her head. The rustle of his clothes hitting the floor brought moisture between her legs.

  “Did you change?”

  His gruff question sent her irritation meter up another notch. She ground her teeth together, not willing to answer. Excited to see what would happen if she didn’t.

  Footsteps sounded, coming closer to her side of the bed. He set the lamp next to the bed and knelt down. When he reached for the zipper on the sleeping bag she slapped his hand away.

  “Yes,” she said quickly. “I changed.”

  He caught her wrist and pushed it back to the mattress above her head.

  “Now you don’t mind if I check for myself, do you, kitten?”

  “Actually, I do,” she said, clinging to that last bit of defiance, even as her heart slammed against her ribcage with excitement. It was so wrong that this was turning her on. Wasn’t it?

  Don’t sleep with him, Allison, you’ll regret it in the morning.

  “Do you really?” He caught her other wrist and lifted it up beside the first, then adjusted his grip to pin both her wrists above her head in one of his hands.

  He reached for the zipper again and this time she couldn’t protest, her tongue was thick in her mouth. The ache between her legs intensified and her breasts swelled.

  The cool air brushed her near naked skin, followed by his sharp indrawn breath.

  “You wore it.”

  Her heart thundered in her chest, it grew difficult to breathe. “You’re surprised? You didn’t really give me a choice.”

  “No, I didn’t,” he agreed and reached out to trace the neckline of the nightgown, which was cut low on her breasts.

  Her nipples pebbled and she bit back a groan, turning her head so he couldn’t see the desire she fought. A girl had to have some pride.

  “You’ve seen I’m wearing it. Now let me go,” she said huskily.

  Their gazes connected and the possessive heat is his eyes sent another rush of moisture between her legs.

  “I’m not sure I can do that.” Still watching her, he slid his hand downward to cup her breast. “And I’m pretty sure you don’t really want me to.”

  The breath locked in her throat and her nipple tightened against his palm. His fingers slid inward to capture the tip and she couldn’t stop the choked gasp that escaped.

  “Clint,” she whispered.

  “What?” His thumb moved lightly back and forth over her nipple. “You want me to stop doing this?”

  Tingles spread from the point where he stroked, up to her fingers still held above her head.

  “Or this?” His head lowered and his mouth replaced his fingers, capturing the tip between soft lips.

  Her back arched as pleasure spread to every inch of her body.

  The flat of his tongue laved the tip through the silk of the nightgown. The longer he did it, the damper the fabric became and the more intense the sensation. Her breath came out in jerky little puffs.

  “Or maybe this.” With a growl he drew the entire nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.

  Each pull he made on her breast sent a sharp ache straight down between her legs.

  She squirmed beneath him, pulling at her wrists but he made no move to release her.

  His free hand slid over her belly, scrunching the silky nightgown as he continued to suck on her nipple.

  The fingers fanned downward to her lower abdomen. The pressure of his hand on her body only heightened the intensity of the pleasure.

  So close. If he’d just moved his hand a little lower. God she needed those fingers teasing her. Inside her. Her hips lifted against his hand and she twisted in his hold.

  He lifted his mouth from her, barely a hair and muttered, “Or maybe you want me to stop doing this.”

  The hand on her stomach moved lower. Slowly. Entirely too slowly. His fingertips brushed the swell of her mound through her panties and she froze, the breath stranded in her lungs.

  He slid his fingers just a little further until they nestled against her cleft.

  “So warm.” He pressed a kiss to her stomach and she heard the deep breath he drew in. “God, you smell good.” His fingers tapped lightly against her mound and her mind spun. “You tasted good, too, the other night.”

  “Oh God.” She groaned and let her legs fall open wider.

  He lifted his head from her stomach and looked at her. “You’re so wet. So incredibly hot for me.”

  She shook her head from side to side, all ability to talk completely gone.

  His warm breath feathered against her stomach. “Tell me no, Allie. Tell me no and I swear to you I’ll get up and go to sleep.”

  “No…I don’t want you to stop.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “Please don’t stop.”

  Clint groaned and tugged her panties to the side. The fingers he thrust inside her weren’t gentle, but her body was ready for him. Welcomed the ruthless invasion.

  “Jesus,” he whispered raggedly, his eyes shutting. “You feel good.”

  He went silent. His fingers taking over the conversation as they moved slowly inside her, taking her.

  Every muscle in her body went lax, she made no effort to free her wrists anymore, instead reveled in the strength of the callused hand that held her. Focused only on the pleasure of having his fingers inside her.

  Clint exhaled heavily, his warm breath tickling her stomach, before he jerked the nightgown up around her waist.


  He sat up slightly as he stared down at her.

  With the faint light from the lamp, his face remained half in shadow. But it was enough to see the raw desire there. She lowered her gaze to the unmistakable bulge in his boxers.

  She swallowed hard and she squeezed her muscles around his fingers inside her, already imagining his erection replacing them.

  When she lifted her gaze from his groin, she found him watching her.

  The hand holding her wrists released one of her hands. Curling his fingers around the other, he dragged it down his body and pressed it against his swollen flesh.

  Drawing in a swift breath, she held his challenging gaze and wrapped her fingers around his thickness through the boxers.

  Heat flickered in his gaze, his nostrils flared.

  She licked her lips, testing his length and width with the tips of her fingers.

  “Feel something you like, kitten?”

  “I might.”

  He growled low in his throat and pulled his fingers from her body and sat up. He pushed down his boxers, kicking them off the bed. His erection sprang free, brushing against her hand. She reached for it again, curling her fingers around his silken steel flesh.

  “You might, huh?”

  She bit back a groan. “Okay, I do.”

  “That’s more like it.” He reached down and grasped her nightgown, tugging the straps off her shoulders and pulling it down her body.

  Exposed to the cool air in the tent, her breasts tingled and the tips grew tighter.

  “Hurry,” she begged as a shiver racked her body.

  “You’ve got goose bumps.” He traced a finger over the curve of one breast.

  “That’s because I’m cold.” Which was only partially true.

  “I’ll warm you.” His finger moved to the hardened tip of her breast and almost painful tingles rocked through her body.

  He leaned down with a low growl and sucked one nipple into his mouth. Drawing hard on it, before grazing his teeth across the sensitive flesh and releasing it with a pop.

  “I could suck on these all day.”

  Heat spread through her body and she bit her lip, closing her eyes. Clint’s dirty talk again surprised her, though it shouldn’t have after last night. And it aroused her. Made her hotter. Wetter.

  His hand slid down to cup the swell of her sex again.

  “But this,” his voice lowered. “I want it again. I want you riding my tongue. Your taste in my mouth.”

  Her mind spun with the erotic visions his words created, and she couldn’t have responded if she’d wanted to.

  He moved down her body again, his mouth at the top of her panties.

  “Do you want my mouth on you, Allison?”

  His warm breath just above her clit made her gasp and lift her hips.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Say it.”

  “I want your mouth on me.”

  “Where do you want my mouth?”

  Her cheeks burned hotter, embarrassment scorching a path through her blood.

  He nuzzled her through the thin panties. “Tell me, kitten. I want to hear you say it.”

  “Clint.” She lifted her hips, urging his head down. “Oh God, please.”

  “Say it, Allison. Say that dirty word that’s on the tip of your tongue.”

  She closed her eyes. “I want your mouth on my pussy.”

  His knowing laugh was entirely too arrogant, but she didn’t give a damn the moment his mouth closed over her. Even with the thin panties as a barrier it was all moisture, pressure and heat.

  He thrust his tongue into her slit, pressing the panties deep inside her. His murmur of approval just impaled her onto that spiral of pleasure.

  Her hips arched on the mattress, her hands fisting in the sleeping bag.

  “Please.”

  He gripped the fabric of her thong and ripped. The sound of fabric tearing overpowered their heavy breathing.

  “I bought you at least twelve pairs,” was his only apology for destroying her panties.

  His hands slid under her bottom and lifted her back to his mouth. She whimpered at the slick invasion of his tongue inside her channel and ground herself against his face, opening her legs wider.

  He lifted his head a bit. “Like that, do you? How about this?”

  His mouth closed over her swollen nub at the same moment he pushed two fingers back inside her.

  She only lasted a few seconds before the spiral of pleasure peaked, spilling over into an orgasm. Her hips lifted and her thighs clenched, unintelligible words fell from her lips.

  “That didn’t take long,” he murmured, sliding back up her body.

  “Mmm.” She pressed a hand over her eyes, her heart still thundering in her chest and her body still trembling.

  “We’re not done.” His mouth closed over the fast beating pulse in her neck.

  “I don’t want to be done.” She drew one hand down the muscles of his chest while his tongue flicked over her skin.

  Even though she’d just climaxed, heat still stirred low in her body.

  She heard a rustle and opened her eyes to find Clint putting on a condom. He was such a boy scout. Always prepared.

  He moved over her, the weight of his body pressing her down into the mattress. He used his knees to push her legs open again, then his thick erection prodded at her entrance.

  He met her gaze and the heavy desire in his eyes was blatant.

  “I can’t be slow tonight,” he said roughly. “I’ve wanted you for too long, Allie.”

  Pleasure spread through her, but not from his touch this time. From his words. He’d wanted her. For how long? Before this week?

  She drew in a slow breath and looked at him from beneath her lashes. “Anyway you want me, Clint, you can have me.”

  His nostrils flared and he braced one hand on the mattress, using the other to line up his cock. He slid just barely past her folds, then with a groan thrust deep.

  Her mouth parted on a gasp and she threw her head back, digging her nails into his shoulder. The way he filled her. Oh damn. So perfect. His width stretched her, pressed deeper.

  “Jesus,” he breathed. “I knew you’d feel good, but this…”

  She attempted to lock her feet on the mattress, but her legs slipped on the bottom of the sleeping bag.

  Clint’s body followed where hers went. When she finally found purchase with her feet, he thrust back deep into her body when her hips lifted.

  “You’re a damn wet dream,” he muttered and the hand on her hip slid inward. “You’ve always been my personal wet dream.”

  His words sent a shocking amount of pleasure through her that coincided with his thumb wiggling between her folds to find the sensitive nub.

  “You’re going to come for me again, kitten.” He increased the pressure and a flush of pleasure moved up her body, tightening her nipples.

  “Oh yeah?” she challenged on a gasp. “Make me.”

  “Easily.”

  His thumb, damp from her juices, circled her nub. The muscles in her bottom clenched as another wave of pleasure spiraled through her.

  “All—” he pulled out of her a bit, “—too—” then slammed back inside her, “—easy.”

  He pinched her swollen clit between two fingers, spiking her into another orgasm. Her body trembled and waves of white flashed behind her closed lids. Her inner muscles clamped around his dick, drawing a ragged gasp from him.

  She dragged her nails down his chest as waves of pleasure continued to rock her.

  He made one last thrust deep into her, not quite as steady. His drawn-out groan filled the tent, demonstrating his own lack of control.

  He stopped bracing himself above her and the weight of his body fell heavily on top of her, sinking her deeper into the blown-up mattress. His face burrowed into the curve of her neck.

  She could feel the heavy pounding of his heart beneath the slick skin of his chest. The rapid flutter matched hers.

  She
made no effort to speak or push him off her, just moved her hands up and down his damp back. It had been perfect. Amazing and natural. Emotional. Like they’d been waiting years for this to happen. Oh God, was she falling for him? For Clint? Or was this just about the sex? She knew the answer before that second thought settled.

  Uneasy with the intensity of her realization, she tightened her arms around him and took a moment to enjoy the sensation of him still imbedded deep inside her.

  She brushed a tender kiss over his shoulder. “That was incredible.”

  “Mmm. Not thinking about breaking up a wedding now, are you, kitten?” he teased.

  She stiffened beneath him, her fingers pausing in their idle tracing of his skin.

  “Shit,” Clint muttered. “I don’t know why I said that, Allie.”

  But it was too late. All her tender emotions vanished as humiliation and anger rushed through her. Had he slept with her to take her mind off Kenneth? Had fucking her been a distraction?

  She closed her eyes, a bitter taste in her mouth. Wanting to hurt him as much as he’d hurt her, she said tightly, “Just because you were the man inside my body, Clint, doesn’t mean you were the one inside my head.”

  Clint’s sudden stillness sent a wave of apprehension through her. She’d hit her mark. And hard.

  Cold anger radiated off him, and she bit her lip and swallowed against the bitter lump in her throat. The lie had been ridiculous, but effective. There was no other man in her head, and he probably assumed she’d meant Kenneth. Though the last person she’d ever imagine while seeking her own pleasure would be Kenneth. That would kill her arousal on the spot.

  Clint climbed off her and a moment later she heard him leave the tent. She drew in a ragged breath, already regretting her harsh words.

  But the idea Clint had slept with her—even partly—to distract her from Kenneth cut deep. Sliced right through her trust and their friendship.

  Tears burned her eyes, even as she told herself it was better this way. They never should have slept together. Maybe now he’d back off. Because that’s what she wanted. Right? To never be anything but friends?