by Lexi Blake
“I feel like I want you to keep kissing me.”
“No, that’s not what I mean. Let go of what’s going to happen and concentrate on the now. I don’t want you to think even a minute ahead of right now. We live in this second when we’re together. How do you feel?”
How did she feel? Not what did she want? How did it feel to be surrounded by him, overwhelmed by him? That wasn’t what he was asking either. She had to go smaller, narrow down her field of study. How did it feel to have his mouth close to her? His hands grazing her clitoris? “I feel desired. I feel wanted. I feel good.”
“And I feel like I’m ten feet tall. I feel needed, and that feels really bloody good.” He put his teeth on the lobe of her ear, nipping her and sending a thrill through her body. “Keep that focus. Think about what I’m doing to your body.” His hand came out from under her skirt. His arm unwrapped from her waist and he sat back. “Now take off your clothes for me.”
She had to hold on to him for a moment, trying to find her balance. Jerk. She’d actually been pretty close. All it would have taken was a couple of strokes and she would have found her first orgasm of the evening. But no, the Dom had to play with her more. “I’m feeling frustrated.”
“But you’re looking gorgeous, my darling,” he said with the sweetest smile. “Off with your clothes.”
She got to her feet because she’d signed up for his bossiness. She started to unbutton her cardigan.
“Go slow with that,” he commanded.
“With my clothes?”
“With the sweater.”
Pervert. “My cardigan gets you hot?”
“That cardigan makes you look like the sweetest librarian in the world. Between that and those sexy fucking glasses you’re wearing, I want to toss you up against the nearest stack of books I can find and fuck you until you can’t see straight or think at all. And we’ll have to be very quiet about it because we’ll be in a library. Hush. Will you be able to keep quiet while I impale you on my cock?”
She wasn’t sure she could keep quiet around him at all. She slowly unbuttoned the first two buttons. “You have very specific fantasies. Were you madly in love with your school librarian?”
A cloud passed over his eyes, but it was gone so quickly she would have sworn it was a shadow. “Not at all. I wasn’t big on school, but damn me, I love a smart woman. How many do you have?”
Cardigans? “Probably ten or so. They’re easy. They’re kind of like a uniform for me, I guess.”
One she’d never considered sexy, but it was obvious they did something for Owen. When she’d unbuttoned completely, she eased the sweater off her shoulders and made quick work of her blouse and skirt.
Owen watched her like a lazy tiger who knew damn well he was going to get his dinner, and he didn’t mind playing with it. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in her white cotton bikini panties and utilitarian bra. If he thought they were boring, it didn’t show in his eyes.
“Come here.”
She hesitated. “I thought you wanted me naked.”
“I want to finish the job. Don’t question me about this or I might see how you like spanking right here and now.” He sounded like he was slightly on the edge, like he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.
The man knew how to make a woman feel wanted. She liked her body. It wasn’t perfect, but it served its purposes. Now she kind of loved her body because it was putting that look in Owen’s eyes. She liked being this woman. Not afraid. She walked across the room and placed herself in front of Owen, holding still for his…well, for anything he wanted to do to her.
He moved forward, putting his hands on her hips first. His eyes came up and then seemed to make a map of her body. Everywhere he looked, she felt her skin come alive. Her nipples tightened as he stared at her breasts.
Then she felt his fingers trace up to the back of her bra. With an easy maneuver, her breasts came free and he tossed the bra away. He breathed out, a sigh that seemed like admiration.
“Damn but you’re beautiful,” he said. “I tried to picture them, but you’re far more lovely in person. You’re the sweetest handful.”
He proved it, cupping her breasts in his palms. Heat flashed through her and she arched herself against him. He hissed slightly and then his hands were on her waist, pulling her in close.
“I wanted to do this. I wanted to do this the minute you walked into that lift. I thought you were the prettiest thing I’d seen. Then I realized you’re a bit crazy and I knew I wanted you.” He brought her in close and she couldn’t breathe as he licked her nipple, a slow dragging of his tongue.
“Well, I thought you were hot enough to be a stripper.” She wanted credit. She’d known the minute she’d laid eyes on him that he was the most gorgeous man in the world. Her building kind of seemed flooded with them lately, but he was the pinnacle of that beefcake.
And he was sweet and nice, and she found that sexy, too.
But all that mattered in that moment was the fact that he sucked her nipple into his mouth. She felt it all through her body, liquid pleasure coursing through her. She let her fingers sink into Owen’s silky hair as he lavished her with attention. She clutched him close, reveling in every suck and nip and lick of his mouth. He bit down gently, and she shuddered as the tiny pain turned to pleasure.
Callused hands worked their way down her back to skim the edge of her panties.
She lost herself in feeling, in the way their bodies seemed to flow together. It didn’t matter that she was practically naked and he was fully clothed. He’d gotten her to a place where she didn’t have to think about the worries of the day or whether or not she was making a mistake. This wasn’t a mistake. It was an experience, and she felt so much for the man giving it to her. He dropped off the couch, getting to his knees.
“These come off now.” The low command was followed by his fingers dragging at the waistband of her underwear.
She lifted her feet and then her undies were being tossed to the side where her bra sat. He kissed his way down her body, lips making a trail from her breasts down to her belly. He licked at her belly button, and she’d never once considered that to be some erogenous zone. Owen was finding all kinds of new ones since everywhere the man licked or kissed seemed to come alive.
“Put your right leg on the table.”
She came out of the fog of lust. “What?”
He didn’t seem to want to repeat his commands. He gently gripped her right leg and showed her what he wanted. She balanced against his shoulder and allowed him to shift her.
A shudder of anticipation went through her as she realized what he was doing. It had been so long since she’d had any attention at all down there. She could give herself an orgasm. A vibrator could take the place of a cock, but nothing ever felt quite like a man’s tongue devouring her, his hands holding her still while he feasted.
There was zero hesitation in the man. The minute he had her where he wanted her, her pussy open for his exploration, he leaned in and rubbed his nose right in her labia. He breathed her in like she was the sweetest perfume.
“You’re so ready.” That accent had gone deep again. She could practically see the man in a kilt, a sword at his side. “I could fuck you right now and my cock would slide in no problem.”
“But you’re not going to do that, are you?”
His eyes came up, heavy lidded with pure lust and willpower. “No. I’m not letting you off that easy this time. This time you’re mine to do with as I will. This is my will, love.”
He leaned over and set his mouth on her and it took all she had to not cry out at the sensation. He licked her in long, slow drags of his tongue. She couldn’t see anything but his head at her core, sucking at her, pulling at her clit in the sweetest way.
His tongue fucked up inside her, thrusting the way his cock would. Over and over he tongued her and his thumb found her clit, pressing down and rotating.
She went over the edge, clutching at his shoulders and calling o
ut his name.
It was over far too soon and he was backing away, his lips glistening with the evidence of her orgasm.
“Now, love, it’s my turn.”
She took a deep breath, ready for whatever came next.
* * * *
Owen had to force his hands to stop shaking. She’d been everything he’d dreamed of, hot and ready for him, so sexy he couldn’t stand it. Her body was curvy and intensely fuckable. Even in his brief life, he’d had many women, and none of them moved him the way she did. Not a single one of the subs he’d played with kept him up at night, thinking about her. Not a one of them had managed to chase away the demons that plagued him.
He’d spent the last several days thinking about her, plotting how to have her again. He might have looked calm on the outside, but inside the woman was turning him into a madman.
He was worse than Robert about Ariel, and that was saying something.
But Robert hadn’t just shoved his tongue up his woman’s pussy and made her cry out his name. Robert couldn’t taste his woman on his lips, smell her all around him. Damn but that scent was the sexiest thing he’d ever known. Becca smelled like sex and need and comfort.
He kissed her one last time right on her soft, plump pussy and promised himself he would be right back there soon.
She was fooling herself. She might go on that date tomorrow, but he would be the one in her bed that night. He would make sure of it.
He’d put on his sheep’s clothing. He could play the modern man, but his wolf would come out in the end. His wolf would howl until he had what he wanted—her.
She looked sweetly disheveled, her hair brushing the tops of her breasts, her skin flushed a pretty pink. “Your turn. What do you want me to do?”
Everything. All at once. She was responding beautifully to his topping her. She hadn’t seemed scared or self-conscious about her body. She’d strode up to him bold as brass and offered herself to him.
He got to his feet and helped her balance as she moved that shapely leg back down to the floor. Fuck but she was gorgeous. She was gorgeous and smart and way too good for him.
And it didn’t fucking matter because he’d figured out he did have something to offer her. She’d been scared tonight. She’d been disconcerted, and it had all drifted away when he’d topped her. She wasn’t thinking about what had happened at the office now. She was utterly focused on him, and that was exactly how he wanted it.
For the op, of course. Not because the way she looked at him did funny things to his soul. Not because he’d already started thinking about how he might keep her.
Jax had. Jax’s wife now traveled with them. River was part of the team.
River didn’t run a research facility. River wasn’t a bloody doctor. There was no way Becca Walsh would walk away from everything for love. She had a career.
This wasn’t going to end the same way Jax’s op had. And that was a very good reason to enjoy her while he could. He might find what he needed tonight. After she fell asleep, he could search her place, find the package, and the bloody op would be over. They would move on and he wouldn’t see her again.
“Take my shirt off.”
He wanted to feel her hands on him. His cock was dying, but there was no way he would give in so easily. He would fuck her long and hard, but if this was the only time he had with her, he was going to play.
She was breathless as her hands went to the buttons of his shirt.
He’d fucked her so fast the first time, there was no way she’d gotten a good look at his chest. At his skin, really. The doctors had done an excellent job of clearing up the terrible reaction he’d had to the drugs Dr. McDonald had pumped through his system. His skin had been ravaged for months, and he still had some scarring.
Would it bug her?
She unbuttoned his shirt and eased it off him, and he saw the moment she caught sight of the scarring. It was faint now, but it would be on his skin forever. It had gotten as light as it ever would, he’d been told.
She draped the shirt over the edge of her couch and turned back to him. Her fingers skimmed over his chest and the sides of his torso, where it was worst. “This was an allergic reaction.”
He had a story prepared. “When I was younger I had a bad reaction to a drug I took after I was injured. It’s nothing. It’s a whisper of something that happened.”
“What was the drug?” she asked.
He wasn’t going into this. He would get caught in a lie. “Becca, nothing but feeling tonight. Take off my belt.”
“But most drugs don’t have dermatological reactions like this. At least not ones on the market.” She was staring at the scars.
He wasn’t going to become some research subject for her. He’d already been that. She might not know it, but she’d played a part in the drugs that had scarred him for life. He didn’t blame her. He was almost certain she had zero knowledge of what her work had been used for, but he wasn’t about to indulge her curiosity now that she’d gotten some relief.
And she’d given him an excellent excuse to find out how she liked the disciplinary aspect of D/s.
“Turn around, grip the side of the couch, and present yourself to me.”
Her eyes weren’t on his scars anymore. “What?”
Damn but she was cute when she was confused. He brushed her hair back and leaned in close. “I said grip the couch and present yourself to me. Your ass is going in the air. Before you give me some smartass remark like it’s already naked and air is on it, think because my hand is about to be on it, too, and how hard I slap that pretty piece of flesh is up to you.”
Her mouth came open and then she wisely shut it and turned around. Only when she’d done as he’d commanded did she speak again. “I was curious. I’m sorry.”
“And I told you I don’t talk about my past,” he said, not unkindly. He couldn’t possibly be unkind when he was staring at the prettiest arse in history. At least in his mind it was. Her bum was a thing of perfection, round and luscious. It was going to look even better with a pink sheen to it. “How are you right now?”
“I’m feeling worried that I won’t be okay with this and I might run out on you like she did in that movie, but she used the elevator and we fucked in the elevator, so I should probably take the stairs if I’m going to run, but it’s my apartment. It would be weird if I ran and left you here in my own apartment. And she got her clothes on really fast in that movie. I don’t know that I…”
He smacked her right between her cheeks, the sound cracking through the air.
There was only one way to shut that gorgeous mouth of hers. He’d noticed when she got nervous she could talk a mile a minute. He actually found it adorable, but he didn’t have time to go over all the ways she might run out if she couldn’t handle a spanking.
“Best to get right to it, love.” He slapped her arse again, holding his hand against her silky flesh. “How are you now?”
She gasped like she needed air. One and then two gasps, her body moving with her lungs. “I’m a little pissed. Shouldn’t you give me a warning?”
Another smack, this one slightly harder because her words didn’t match her actions. She wasn’t trying to get away from him. She was holding as still as she could. It was obvious to him she hadn’t made up her mind yet, and she was giving the experience a chance. “I rather thought telling you what I was going to do would be warning enough.”
Another breathy sound, but she was relaxing against the couch, her shoulders lowering as she became more comfortable. “A countdown would be nice.”
He picked the undercurve of her left cheek to smack this time. If he had time he would spend days getting to know every inch of her body. He wanted that time with her. “I’m going to educate you. What you’re doing right now is called topping from the bottom, and it’s going to get you in serious trouble. You don’t get to tell me how to spank you. You merely get to tell me whether it works for you or not. Do you like how this feels? Do you like the fact that my wh
ole being is focused on you right now? Do you like knowing that I’m hoping you’re the type of woman whose body turns the little tweak of pain into pleasure, and that your pussy is already aching for me again?”
Her right cheek got attention this time, and he felt her shudder.
“Yes,” she managed. “Yes, I like knowing all those things, Owen.”
Again and again, his hand cracked down. He gave her a little more each time because she didn’t seem anywhere close to spitting out the word red. He wasn’t even sure she was yellow anymore. “I like knowing how you feel.”
She whimpered at this smack, a wholly sexy mewling sound. “It hurts, Owen. And then it doesn’t hurt so much.”
He brushed his fingers along the pink swaths of her flesh. “And then?”
“And then I ache.”
He was starting to ache for her, too. “Is it a good ache?”
“It’s the best ache ever.”
That was what he wanted to hear. “Tell me something. Have you ever had that pretty arse fucked?”
Her head turned, and there was a shocked look in her eyes. “Arse isn’t sexy.”
He winked her way and gave her another smack. “This one is. Answer my question.”
“I was talking about the word. And no.” She was back to staring straight ahead. “I’m not sure I want to try.”
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he said. “But I’ll try to change your mind. I’ll try to give you so much pleasure when we’re playing that you’ll trust me to take you anywhere.” He gave her one last smack and then wrapped an arm around her waist and dragged her up against his body.
They had all night. His dick was going to explode if he didn’t get inside her soon.
And did he really have to search her place tonight? He should spend the evening building a bond with her. This op required subtlety. If she caught him looking around tonight, she would kick him to the curb and they would lose everything. But a week or two down the line, she would buy most any excuse he would give her because she would trust him with more than merely her body.
