by Anara Bella
Considering Sandy didn’t have any more experience with men than Dana did, she supposed Sandy might not be the best source of advice in this situation. But her options were limited since there wasn’t anyone else she could talk to about it. Besides, maybe Sandy was right. Who knew? It just might work.
Either that or she was seriously deluding herself.
But even if she was, in truth she wasn’t ready to stop seeing Reese. Not by a long shot, so what other option did she have?
“Okay. Why not? It can’t possibly go any worse than my previous relationships. Right?”
***
She was here.
Outside his door, picnic basket in hand, stood Dana in a repeat performance of last night. And he couldn’t remember ever being this happy to see someone.
Anyone.
He grinned. “How the hell do you keep getting past the doorman?”
Dana’s beautiful eyes twinkled. “If I told you, I’d have to kill you. Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
He gestured in open invitation. “By all means.”
“Thanks.” She bussed him on the cheek and swept past.
He practically ran after her. And damned if he wasn’t already itching to touch her again. “I see you’re going to feed me with some of your awesome home cooking again.”
Her laugh startled him. “Hell no. This time you’re going to feed me. You’re taking me out.” She lifted the picnic basket and grinned mysteriously. “This is for later.”
With that rather cheeky pronouncement she put down the basket and threw her arms around his neck making full body contact. “You’re slacking, mister. I’m still waiting for my kiss.”
“What can I say? I was bowled over by your beauty.”
She snorted. Actually snorted. “Just kiss me already.”
“Gladly.”
And he wasn’t kidding. He was so relieved and glad to see her he practically devoured her mouth.
After a very long, extremely satisfying smooch that included copious use of tongue and hands, he pulled back and gave her a questioning look. “When you cancelled our date earlier I was worried you were going to avoid me from now on. What happened?”
She teasingly stroked her finger across the dip at the base of his throat. “I decided I wasn’t finished with you yet.”
Overwhelming relief slammed through him, shocking him with its intensity. How could she have become so important so soon? He forced a light tone so he wouldn’t scare her off again. “Is that so?”
“Yep, that’s so. I have some fantasies I need fulfilled. That’s what the basket’s for.”
He laughed. The things she said. “I gather I figure into these fantasies.”
She nodded with enthusiastic vigor. “You have the lead role.”
His cock had already stirred with keen interest from their kiss. Now with all this talk of fantasies he was on full alert. He rubbed up against her hopefully. “We could get a head start on those fantasies now and eat later.”
She pushed away from him. “Not a chance, buster. Food first. Fantasies later. I won’t be able to enjoy myself if I’m hungry.”
He couldn’t argue with that logic. He wasn’t hungry for food at the moment, but if she was then that was that. He definitely wanted her to enjoy herself. Especially since it seemed to be the key to having her stick around. “Then by all means, let’s get the eating part over with.”
***
Halfway through the meal he was ready to explode clear through his jeans.
It wasn’t due to any one thing in particular, but rather a lethal combination of heart-stopping things. Like the slinky excuse for a dress she was almost wearing. The hints she kept dropping about activities to be participated in later. And the way she kept running her shoeless foot along the inside of his thigh, all but touching his straining cock and then moving away again.
The sexiest thing of all though was how much she was clearly enjoying teasing him. And watching her enjoyment kept him on a knife-edge of pleasure-pain unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. He’d never been more turned on in his life, and watching her discover just how much power she had over him was an aphrodisiac not to be beaten. For either of them.
She was as turned on as he was. He saw it in her flushed features, her bright eyes, the way she constantly had to touch him. Not to mention the extremely pleased-with herself-yet-shy smile she regularly graced him with.
Yep, if she kept this up he was going to sport the hard-on to beat all hard-ons. And he’d definitely have to carry his coat in front of him instead of wearing it out of the restaurant.
No way would he ever tell her to tone it down though. He was enjoying every second of her footsie shenanigans despite his not-inconsequential discomfort.
Besides, what she didn’t know, and what kept him privately entertained, was that he knew she would pay tenfold later. He’d see to it she was out of her mind with pleasure before the night was through.
Payback’s a bitch.
“What’s the dangerous grin for?”
Dana’s question broke into his thoughts. Wouldn’t she like to know? “You think my grins are dangerous?”
“Not all of them. No, I take that back, they’re all dangerously sexy, but the one you just had promised all sorts of wicked things.”
“Ah.” She was very perceptive.
“Well?”
“Well, what?”
Her eyes narrowed. “You’re plotting something, aren’t you?”
She had no idea. And he had no intention of putting her out of her misery. “You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?”
Chapter Nine
Dana could hardly breathe. The anticipation was absolutely killing her.
She was also the teensiest bit annoyed with Reese. In an unbelievably excited sort of way that is. She was the one who was supposed to have the upper hand tonight, but somehow Reese had turned the tables on her.
Ever since his comment about her having to wait and see, Reese had made it abundantly clear he really was plotting something. Something sinful, exciting and totally mind blowing.
Even though he was just getting them something to drink, an innocuous enough activity, something wicked gleamed in the back of his eyes. And because of that, she was so on edge she couldn’t sit still. Instead, she paced around his ultra-modern living room and tried to work off some of her nervous tension.
The pacing wasn’t helping much though because she was still annoyed. She had the distinct feeling he had plans of his own and, if that was true, it wasn’t fair. Tonight was supposed to be about fulfilling her fantasies. Not that she was averse to fulfilling some of his fantasies too, but tonight was about her.
Of course, that didn’t mean she had to go along with whatever he had planned. There had to be a way to turn the tables on him. All she had to do was keep her head and look for the right opportunity.
Reese came back and handed her a glass of wine, then went over to the picnic basket. Running his finger along the handle, he asked, “When do I get to see what’s inside this thing?”
“Soon.”
He teased the lid up a smidge and let it drop back. “You’re being very mysterious. How can I fulfill your fantasies if you won’t trust me enough to tell me what they are?”
Ah, so her fantasies were still on the agenda. What else was he up to then?
She set her glass on the coffee table and moved in his direction. “The first part of my fantasy doesn’t involve what’s inside the basket.” Stopping in front of him, she placed her hands on his chest and started toying with the top button of his shirt. “It starts with you taking off all your clothes.”
His pupils dilated and he grinned. A great big, predatory grin. “Sounds like a good start.”
“Doesn’t it?” He moved to comply but she stilled his hands. “This is my fantasy. I’ll do the removing, if you don’t mind.”
He raised his arms out to his sides. “Be my guest.”
She tossed him
a wicked leer. “I will, thanks.”
Without delay, she started at the button she’d been fiddling with and steadily worked her way down his shirt until she hit his waistband. Grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, she liberated it from his jeans and finished undoing the buttons.
Finally, she allowed herself to touch the hard, muscled flesh she’d exposed. How a man who sat behind a desk all day could look this good she didn’t know. He must work out. A lot. She nuzzled his nipples and inhaled his warm, masculine scent. “Mmm. This is nice.”
Reese shivered under her touch. “Yeah, except I’d rather be doing this to you.”
She shook her head, deliberately tickling his chest with her hair. “My fantasy, remember?”
Dana removed his shirt, tossing it over the back of the couch with a flick of her wrist, then started on his jeans. She felt Reese’s heated gaze stalking her every move, and that kicked up her excitement a notch.
“You know, this would go a lot faster if I helped.”
She grinned at his impatience. “It’s not about speed. It’s about savoring every bit of flesh as I reveal it.”
“In other words, you’re going to torture me.”
She was trying to be seriously sexy but couldn’t hold back the giggle. “Pretty much.”
He drew a long-suffering sigh but the twinkle in his eye belied it. “Do your worst. I can take it.”
“We’ll see.”
Dana tested his resolve by gripping his long, hard shaft through his jeans. It jumped in appreciation and she squeezed, enjoying the feel of his impressive girth. Reese groaned and surged into her hand. Beads of perspiration dotted his forehead as he valiantly tried to hang in there. But she didn’t let up. She continued to massage and squeeze his length until he jerked and pulled back. “Okay, maybe I can’t take it after all.”
“Wuss. Now suck it up.”
A deep laugh erupted from him. “Yes, ma’am.”
“That’s better.” She turned her attention to carefully lowering his zipper. The imp in her wanted to torture him further so she took her time, lowering the fastening with exaggerated care as his erection strained against the teeth. Once she got the zipper all the way down, she hesitated for a tantalizing moment before running her finger slowly down his rigid length and back up again, finishing by touching the super-sensitive tip through the cotton fabric. His cock strained towards her but she held off from grasping him for as long as she could, teasing herself as much as she was teasing him. Enjoying the anticipation of what she was going to do to him. Relishing the plans she had for his lovely cock.
Not able to wait any longer, Dana reached inside his boxer briefs, his hard heat practically searing her hands. “Now, isn’t that better?”
He surged forward again. “Shit, yeah.”
“I think so too.”
She massaged the full length of him, enjoying the texture of satin-covered steel. With her other hand she held his testicles, loving the contrast. One part of his sex was so soft, the other so hard.
When his next groan sounded as if he was in excruciating pain, she made herself stop touching him. If her plan was to succeed she needed to move things along, not finish him out here. “Let’s get you out of these, shall we.”
She worked the boxer briefs and jeans down his legs, helped him step out of them, along with his socks, then sat back on her heels and admired the view she’d exposed.
His heavy erection jutted straight up, almost touching his belly. Just like the man—strong, proud, formidable. She tentatively kissed him there and he jerked as if she’d electrified him.
Oh yeah. He was hers for the taking. “For the next part of this fantasy I want you to lie on the bed.”
“Works for me, but this isn’t very fair. I’m completely naked and you’re still fully clothed.”
“That can be remedied.” She pulled the figure-hugging hot-pink dress over her head and it joined Reese’s shirt on the back of the couch. Striking what she hoped was a sexy pose in her black lacy push up bra and matching thong, she asked, “How’s this?”
Reese’s erection pulsed and his normally light grey eyes turned almost black. “You are incredible.”
Warmth washed over her at his compliment. “Thank you.”
She took his hand and led him over to the bedroom. Upon reaching the bed, she ran her thumb across the tip of his weeping penis, then looked him in the eyes. “Lie down.”
Without a word, he did as she asked, giving her a lovely view of his fabulous physique as he did. All hard angles and long, lean muscle. Spread out for her pleasure like this, he was so gorgeous she could hardly breathe. There was something indescribably amazing about him lying there solely because she’d asked him to. His body like a beacon, showed his approval of her with his magnificent arousal.
She looked her fill, all the while hesitating over the next part of her fantasy. What would he think? Inner resolve fought with the cowardly urge to change her mind, but it all came down to one thing—this was her fantasy. And Reese had already said he’d go along with whatever she wanted.
She knelt beside him and took his mouth in a deep, lingering kiss. “Close your eyes.”
His raised a brow. “Why?”
She placed a finger on his lips. “I know you’re not used to taking direction, but this is a big part of my fantasy. Please.”
He searched her eyes, and then seemingly satisfied with what he saw, closed them. But not before taking her finger into his mouth, sucking it deep, tasting it thoroughly with his tongue, finishing off with a loving lick. “You do know there’s going to be payback, right?”
She felt herself flush to her toes in anticipation. “I’m counting on it.”
Dana got off the bed and his eyes flew open. “Where are you going?”
“I’ll be right back. I have to get something from the basket.”
“Ah, so now the basket comes into play.”
“Yes, but you have to close your eyes.” When he didn’t immediately comply she continued, “I thought you were a lot tougher than this.”
He sighed. “Eyes are closed.”
Dana rushed to the living room and grabbed the items she needed. Then she went back and knelt on the bed, straddling him. Leaning close, she nipped his ear and whispered, “I want you to hold on to the headboard.”
Reese hesitated for a moment, looking as if he wanted to say something, but instead gripped the slats as requested.
Lying there splayed out in front of her, he was a veritable buffet of muscle, sex and sin. Straight out of a Playgirl Centerfold. And he was all hers for tonight. “God, you’re magnificent, Reese.”
And he truly was. Every taut line, every hard angle, every minute good-enough-to-eat part of him. But would he go along with the next part of her fantasy? Only one way to find out. It was now or never. While she still had the nerve.
She slapped the padded handcuffs onto his wrists and his eyes snapped open. “What the hell’s this?”
“This is the next part of my fantasy. To have a fabulous man—namely you—completely at my mercy. Whether it happens or not is up to you. If you’re not willing, I’ll take the cuffs off right now and that’s that. If you are, I’ll attach the other end of the cuffs to the headboard and we go from there. What’s the verdict?”
Dana held her breath and watched as he studied her carefully, obviously trying to decide what to do. He must have found what he was looking for because he finally nodded. “Go for it.”
She all but shouted with joy. “You mean it?”
“Absolutely. But remember what I said about payback.”
Excitement raced through her at the mere thought. “As if I could forget.”
She leaned forward and kissed each wrist as she attached the other end of the cuffs to the headboard slats. When she sat back on her heels, unbidden tears flooded her eyes and she swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. “Thank you, Reese. Your trust means more to me than I can say.”
Alarmed, he said, “Hey, do
n’t start crying. You’ll ruin the mood.”
She laughed and swiped at her eyes. “You’re right. No tears. Just sex. Lots and lots of sex.” She ground her mound against his erection. “I can see you’re up for it.”
He surged to meet her. “Shit, yeah.”
She leaned down to kiss him and jerked back. “I almost forgot, we should have a safe word.”
“Why? How kinky are you planning on getting?”
She batted her lashes. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“You know, I just might.”
“No need to worry. It’s just that I read it was a good idea to have one. How about Fuzzybutt?” He raised his eyebrows so she explained. “I named the first kitty I ever had Fuzzybutt.”
He chuckled. “Interesting choice of name.”
She grinned. “I was only five at the time.”
“That explains it.”
Dana hesitated before she said the next thing she wanted to say, but reminded herself he hadn’t commented on her language the first time they’d had sex. Maybe it would be okay. “You’ll be happy to know that the next part of my fantasy involves my mouth and your cock.”
She held her breath and waited for his reaction.
Reese’s eyes darkened and the grin he tossed her way was pure sex. “I love it when you talk dirty to me. You should do it more often.”
Relief washed over her. Her first boyfriend had been highly affronted when she’d tried it with him. Said it wasn’t ladylike to use that kind of language, and she hadn’t dared to do it again. At least not until she’d accidentally done it with Reese. Something about him freed something within her. “You really are okay with it? It’s part of my fantasy.”
“Why wouldn’t I be? It’s damned sexy.”
She shrugged. “My first attempts at it didn’t go so well, but somehow with you I feel comfortable enough to be myself.”
With complete sincerity, Reese said, “Always be yourself with me, Dana. Always.”
A huge and unfamiliar feeling welled up inside her. One she couldn’t put a name to, but she knew it was momentous. Important. Something she should figure out.
