“Honestly, you are the most infuriating man I have…well, no, I gave Oscar that title years ago…” She shook her head to clear her thoughts and redirected herself at Ronan. “I’m flattered, but no. You don’t know me, I’m sure I wouldn’t be a good fit for a man such as yourself. Good day.”
She turned to continue down the hall, feeling she had salvaged at least some of her pride. She was rather shocked she’d been able to keep her rejection so brief and not spiral down into a long tale of woe about her sex and love life.
“Wait just a damn minute, woman!”
Crap.
She froze and waited as she heard his footsteps coming toward her.
“First of all, you don’t get to say what kind of a woman would satisfy me or not. Second, I’m not interested in you being flattered. It was a straightforward offer for sex, to which ‘Yes’ or ‘No’ would have been sufficient in response. As for infuriating…Good God, don’t get me started there!”
He had come around in front of her so he was facing her again. She didn’t know what he’d done with the tools, but his arms were empty again. She folded her arms hard across her chest and stared straight up at him, barely resisting the urge to go up on her tiptoes to level off the height difference somewhat.
“Are you implying that I might be infuriating?” She used her most sugary-sweet tone.
“Honey, I’ll go one step further and just out right tell you that you are!” He folded his arms over his chest, and if she wasn’t mistaken, straightened himself to appear even taller.
She fumed and made strange strangled sounds she hadn’t recalled ever making before, but much to her disappointment, no sharp, stinging, witty comeback came flying out.
“Damn it.” He spoke so deep in his throat she wasn’t even entirely sure he’d spoken at all, but not a second later he had his hands on her head and his mouth solidly locked on hers.
Her first instinct was to fight him. Her entire body stiffened and she pulled away hard, but a moment later she realized just how long it had been since she’d been kissed and realized just how nice it was, and she surrendered everything she had to him.
When she relaxed into him, his one arm lowered to wrap around her waist, pulling her body seamlessly to his. His tongue quickly entered her mouth. He tasted of coffee and mint, and good Lord but did he have skill with that tongue!
Her body shivered, and she distantly heard a moan she thought might be hers, but she didn’t want to examine it too closely. She was being kissed literally senseless by the sexiest man she’d seen in a good long while. For as long as it lasted, she was going to enjoy it.
“That mouth of yours has been driving me nuts from the day I met you.” He pulled back just far enough to look into her eyes. “You have the sexiest damn lips I’ve ever seen.”
She blinked up at him, not even sure how to respond to that, but it didn’t matter. Before she had any chance to make a response, he was kissing her again. He walked them back the two steps it took for her back to hit the wall behind them and he clasped both her wrists in his one hand, securing them above her head to the wall. She was beginning to feel ravaged, and that wasn’t a bad feeling at all!
His other hand stroked her cheek and neck, while he continued exploring her mouth with his tongue, nipping her lips with his teeth and pressing his entire hard body against hers, making her feel small and feminine. She drank it all in, every nuance, every sensation. It was all exquisitely lovely, and she wanted to remember it.
At the end of the day, though, she was still after all, herself. She needed to stop him before they crossed a line she couldn’t cross, not with him or anyone.
With deep regret, she pushed him away and turned her head so he couldn’t kiss her anymore.
“Stop.” The one word she managed to say sounded weak and needy.
He didn’t move away, but he didn’t try to kiss her again. They stood there, bodies still touching, their shaky breathing the only sound in the hallway.
“Why?” He sounded tortured.
She couldn’t look at him. She also couldn’t come up with a reasonable explanation. It was complicated and probably wouldn’t make sense to anyone other than herself. At the end of the day, though, it just came down to the fact that she didn’t trust herself enough not to get into trouble with men. So she simply stayed clear of them. She couldn’t change that now when so much else in her life was as complicated and risky as it was.
“I just don’t want this.” She looked him in the eye. “I don’t want you.”
“Liar.”
His harsh response tore into her, and she gasped, but couldn’t find a response to his accusation, especially since it was true.
He kept her hands pinned above her head and brought his face just as close as it had been when he was kissing her.
“I think you dream about me when you sleep. I think I make your panties wet. I think when you come at night by your own hand, you think of me and wish it was my hand or better yet, my tongue. And do you want to know how I know this?”
She shook her head a bit frantically. He was too close to the truth, and she didn’t want to hear any more. She tugged at her hands, but he held them too tight.
“Because I’m in the same boat, sweetheart. I lay awake at night, hard as fucking granite thinking about you. I walk across that lobby twenty times a day just to see if I might get a glimpse of you and if you’ll notice me. I jack off as often as a kid, and every time I’m holding my cock, I imagine my hand is your pussy…” He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “Or your lips. So don’t tell me you don’t want this, because I won’t believe you.”
Any words she might have used against him dried up in her throat. She didn’t know what to say or what to think. She’d never met a man like Ronan before, not in looks, not in personality, certainly not in directness, and she clearly didn’t know how to handle him.
“I just…” She closed her eyes briefly and released a long breath before looking back up to him. “I’m bad with men. I had a rotten marriage. Even worse, I cheated on him with Aiden. I can’t…I don’t trust myself.”
She looked away, acutely embarrassed.
“Princess, I’m not asking to marry you. I only want to fuck the life out of you and far as I can see, you aren’t married now, so there won’t be any cheating. Call me thick, but I’m not following. I don’t see the problem here.”
She tried again to tug free of him, but he was simply much bigger than she was. It wasn’t that she was in any danger, just feeling exceedingly exposed.
“You don’t have to see the problem. I do.”
He looked at her for a long moment before speaking. “When was the last time you had an orgasm…and I mean with a man, not whatever electronic devices you keep hidden in your panty drawer.”
She felt her cheeks heat and could only imagine how red they turned. She felt equal pulls to tell him a lie, slap him, though he still had her hands bound, and simply tell him the truth of it all.
“Why won’t you let me make you feel good, Destiny?”
“Oh, so you do remember my name.” She was relieved to find something neutral to grab onto.
“Oh, I remember your name all right. I have a splendidly fine memory for things. Like last week when you were wearing that brown pencil skirt, did you know I could see the line your garter belt made beneath it?”
She sucked in air so fast she choked on it, but not showing her the least bit of compassion, he continued.
“I could. And did you know I spent the entire rest of the day trying to guess what color it was? I imagined laying you out on your prissy little desk behind the front check-in, running my hands up those silk stockings you wear right up until I found that garter.”
She was finding it exceptionally hard to breathe, but attempted to act as if he was having no effect on her at all.
“I know I shouldn’t spend money on such luxuries right now, but the silk feels nice against my skin.”
He purred into her ear, the
n nipped the lobe before whispering against it, “Baby, I’d feel good against your skin.”
She moaned. She was rapidly losing the battle to stay detached.
“You wanna know what the trouble is with men and women?”
“Wh…what?” The apparent change of subject made her head spin.
“The trouble. Why relationships don’t work and marriages fail and men hate women and women hate men and you and I have to do this dance when we could be fucking. Do you wanna know?”
She didn’t know why she felt the need to defend marriage and love. After all, it hadn’t worked for her, but she couldn’t let the hope die she secretly held in her heart that someday, somehow prince charming would show up.
“It works for some people. Look at Cassidy and Aiden! He loves her.” She had a valid point there, and he couldn’t possibly argue with her on it.
“And you know this how? You been in their bed at night with them? Honey, that ‘love’ you speak of, the way you mean it, doesn’t exist. That romantic, fairy-dust love spell that turns all women into desirable goddesses and men into drooling imbeciles is a fantasy. You women all want the fairy tale, but God help you, if you ever got it you’d be bored senseless within ten minutes. Prince Charming isn’t gonna make your panties wet, darlin’. He can’t grab you by the hair and make you breathless. He can’t bring you to your knees with a single look. He’s never gonna satisfy that ache so deep inside you that you can’t breathe at times for it. It takes a real man to do that. A man that doesn’t ride horses, write poetry and doesn’t bring flowers, but that can fuck you so that you feel it in your soul. That’s what you want, Destiny. I can read it all over you.”
She was speechless. Part of her wanted to deny it vehemently, but she couldn’t. What was worse was that he’d been able to read her so well. She was embarrassed and off balance and felt a rising need to run. Her brain started to overload, struggling between what she held so hard in her heart and the words that he spoke that resonated in an even deeper place.
“I could do things to your body and soul that would leave you so satisfied you wouldn’t remember your own name.”
She had no fight left in her, and she melted into another heated kiss. This time he pressed his leg between her thighs, spreading them. Destiny happily ground herself against his offered knee. It had been longer than she even remembered since a man had touched her, and none had touched her quite like this.
“Can you come for me like this?” His voice was raspy, and he immediately went back to kissing her so she couldn’t respond.
She spread her legs further, wondering if he even realized that the reason she wore garters was because she didn’t like to wear panties and right now the rough thread of his jeans was rubbing just right against her bare clit.
“What do you need from me, baby?”
She momentarily thought of pushing him away again, but God how she wanted to come. He was right, the only orgasms she ever got were self-induced, and right now she wanted to come to the touch of a man more than anything else on the planet.
“We’re in public,” she managed to choke out.
Granted, it wasn’t likely any guests would come down this particular corridor, but one of his men could very easily, or even Aiden.
“Then come for me quick, and I’ll make certain your dignity stays intact.”
His roguish smile was only enhanced by his wink. She was too close to care about anything other than her own completion. Her hair was rapidly coming loose from the dozen pins she’d put in it that morning, but she didn’t care about that, either. She ground herself harder against him, moaning deep in her throat as she did.
“There you go, my little minx.” He released her hands finally and brought his arm around her waist to help her balance. “I want to slide my fingers deep into that wet pussy.”
She felt his hand slide down the outside of her skirt, then begin a trail up the inside. She halfheartedly tried slapping at it, but she didn’t give a fuck anymore about anything but falling over that crest.
“Good God, woman! You’re bare-ass naked.”
She shivered and stared at him with need exposed in her eyes. He looked so pleased with her. That look was the exact one she craved from Oscar but never once saw when he looked at her. Ronan slowly smiled back in return just before she felt his fingers slide between her folds and just like he said, deep into her pussy.
She clutched his shoulders, knowing she’d fall if she didn’t. Between his fingers inside her and his thumb now working her clit, she didn’t need any more encouragement. Her entire body tensed, then trembled. She dug her nails in deep. To keep from crying out, she bit into the top of his shoulder as the orgasm took everything she was and shook it to the very core of her existence.
It had been so damn long since she’d been touched. Oscar had stopped having sex with her years before they finally divorced. She’d forgotten how good it felt. Of course, it had never felt like this with Oscar.
She couldn’t breathe by the time the orgasm washed over her, and she was very definitely weak, but he grabbed her tighter around the waist and held her while he slid his two fingers out of her and into his mouth, making a sound of approval as he slowly slid them across his tongue and back out.
What does one say at a time like this?
Thanks…
Um, catch ya later…
Great orgasm, but I gotta run now…
Destiny tried to keep her own personal embarrassment at bay so as not to make the entire situation anymore ridiculous. At the same time, she knew he’d take her one moment of weakness as encouragement. She felt a desperate need to let him know this would not happen again.
“I should go.” She couldn’t even look him in the eye.
“Oh no you don’t.” He grabbed her tight and pressed her back against the wall again.
Still weak from the best orgasm she’d ever had in her life, she didn’t have a lot of fight in her.
“I have a resort to run.” It sounded lame even to herself.
“Yes, you do, but first, I expect satisfaction, Destiny.”
Chapter Four
“I am not giving you a blow job in this hallway!”
She was so adorable when she was flustered, and Ronan couldn’t help messing with her just to see how far he could push her.
“Fair enough. Want to go inside one of the rooms, then?”
She squealed.
He laughed.
“Calm down, wild thing. That’s not the kind of satisfaction I was talking about.” Just to mess with her he reached for his zipper with one hand while continuing to pin her to the wall with his body and the other hand. “However, if you insist…”
The little minx shoved hard against him, but Ronan knew she wasn’t going anywhere until he allowed it. What bothered him, though, was why he so badly wanted to hear her reasoning for turning him down. It shouldn’t matter. He should have been moving onto the next woman, but here he was, fighting himself from stripping her naked and fucking her against the wall in the exact fashion he had assured her he had no intention of doing.
Yes, she was accessible, which made her attractive considering he took this job very seriously and spent the majority of his time working on her resort. His sexual needs were such that “accessible” put her toward the top of the list of potential partners. Sex didn’t require a need to hear her story or why she was trying to refuse him, though. He didn’t normally find himself digging his heels in with a woman. If she said no, plenty of others would say yes. Yet he found himself trying to convince her how good they’d be together.
He could have questioned himself as to what made him so convinced of that fact. After all, she had her little “fifties librarian” thing going on, which could mean she was ice in bed, but there was more to her than that. His desire involved more than simply wanting to fuck her, but he felt no inclination to dig into his reasoning. Her motivation intrigued him, however. He wanted to know more.
She felt as much attra
ction to him as he did to her, and possibly had needs just as great, as he just proved. It wouldn’t take much persuasion to get her into his bed. So why was he standing here pinning her to the wall of a public hallway, about to force the issue of why she thought she didn’t want to have an affair with him?
“Look, all I want is an explanation that makes some kind of sense as to why we can’t have a little fun together while I’m here.”
“My reasons don’t have to make sense to you. They make sense to me.”
Some of the fight drained out of her, and a long strand of dark-auburn hair fell loose and dropped over her one eye. She blew it back, but it simply fell forward again. In a moment of tenderness rare for him, he pushed it back for her and tucked it behind her ear.
She blinked back tears that made her appear far too frail and vulnerable. She seemed so bottled up, so fucking hard on herself all the time. He would bet money that she never allowed herself a moment to simply enjoy something. For some damned reason he couldn’t fathom at the moment, the “why” of it mattered to him.
“You’re so tightly wrapped, Destiny. Don’t you ever want to just let it all go?”
He wanted to discover her layers, her likes and dislikes. He wanted to discover her favorite food, what she was passionate about, how she spent her downtime, what pissed her off, besides him. Also, he wanted to know all the little sounds she made while fucking someone with all that pent-up passion of hers.
“I can’t. Don’t you see that? I have two kids to worry about and now this entire resort. I have bank payments to make, and everyone I’ve ever known is waiting for me to come back home a failure…” She looked straight into his eyes as tears started to slip down her cheeks. “I can’t let that happen. Don’t you see that?”
He felt like a complete asshole.
“Aw, Destiny.” He pulled her into his arms. Though she struggled against him at first, she did eventually allow him to comfort her while she cried.
It struck Ronan as a rather surreal moment for him. He didn’t normally do emotions, and he couldn’t remember ever when he had ever comforted a woman, but this felt incredibly right. She was warm and soft with curves in all the right places. He’d thought her truly beautiful from the moment he first saw her, but when she laughed, or smiled, she lit up the room, and her beauty became a thing of legend. He loved when her eyes sparked with passion, whether she was arguing with him or letting him pleasure her, and he would be damned if she didn’t let him have more.
The Seduction of Destiny Rhode [The Seduction 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Page 4