Fire and Temptation

by Melanie Shawn

  “Sure.” Shayne felt a little like a third wheel, but Amanda was so excited she thought she’d check it out.

  As soon as they walked in, Shayne felt a sense of déjà vu. This was almost exactly the cabin that had been in her dream last night. From the rustic stone fireplace, to the log-framed king-size bed even down to the small kitchenette in the corner. Chills ran up her arm as an idea formed. She looked around, taking in the romantic setting. “Is this available to book?”

  She turned to Amanda who looked up at her husband. “I guess. We wanted to make sure that the fireplace was working first. When were you thinking about staying here?”

  “Tonight, if it’s available.” The buzz of the drinks from earlier were giving her an extra boost of confidence.

  “Oh, okay,” Amanda said looking momentarily surprised. “You’ll be our inaugural guest. You can break in the room.”

  As Amanda explained several of the amenities Shayne was already mentally writing the text that she was going to send Evan inviting him over to the cabin, because he wasn’t out of her system either.

  Chapter 19

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  Evan stood in front of the cabin where Shayne had texted him to meet her. His entire body vibrated with anticipation. He lifted his hand to knock but before his knuckles made contact, the door opened. He looked down and her face was lit by the moonlight. Her glossy eyes, full lips, and silky hair all shimmered in the illumination. She was so beautiful it hurt.

  His throat closed. His breath stopped. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, with one exception: his heart. That was beating at an accelerated speed.

  “You got here fast,” a small grin tilted her pink lips as she took a step back to let him in.

  He wanted to reply with something witty, but his brain was too busy being stupefied by her beauty. He managed to make his legs move and he stepped inside. For the first time, he noticed that she was wearing a robe. White plush terrycloth covered her from her neck to mid-calf and he was dying to know what was beneath it.

  When she shut the door, she moved close to him and he wrapped his fingers around her waist, loving the way she felt so small and delicate in his grasp. Like a china doll come to life, every bit as fragile and in need of protection.

  Of course, those were his base instincts talking. His intellect told him that, far from being a fragile doll in need of his care, she was a kickass and powerful woman.

  Shayne lifted up on her tiptoes so that their lips were nearly touching. Fuck, he could barely handle it. Every time she exhaled, he filled his lungs with her sweet breath.

  “Evan?” she whispered, looking straight into his eyes.

  “Hmmm?” It was the most coherent response his brain could put together at the moment.

  “I want to ask you something.” She dipped her head a little and looked up at him through her dark lashes, suddenly shy around him. She took in a shaky breath and opened her mouth to speak, but then immediately closed it again. She inhaled through her nose, before once again opening her mouth and then immediately shutting it.

  “What?” he coaxed, his word barely more than a whisper.

  She squared her shoulders and met his gaze again, and his cock twitched at her movements, at how she was so clearly gathering the courage to tell him something.

  He rubbed the pad of his thumb in small circles where he could feel her hipbone beneath the fluffy cotton covering it. “You can say anything to me,” he encouraged.

  She swallowed, and then, took another deep breath before admitting, “I’ve been thinking about you. A lot. All the time, actually. I’ve always had a very active imagination. And this past week that active imagination has been working overtime envisioning some very graphic, very naughty fantasies, all starring you. But then last night, I had a dream that topped all of them and…I’d like to recreate it.”

  His erection jumped beneath his zipper.

  “But, it’s kind of…” she licked her lips causing them to glisten. They were calling to him like a bright beacon on a foggy night and if he weren’t desperate to know what she was about to say, he would have claimed her mouth in a crushing kiss. “Um…kinky.”

  “Kinky?” his voice was as rough as sandpaper as he repeated what was now his favorite adjective.

  “Yes, but in my defense, I had just read a script where I was stranded in a cabin in Montana and then put on Fifty Shades to fall asleep.”

  Fuck. This just kept getting better and better. He hadn’t read the books or seen any of the movies, but a few of the guys on his old crew swore that after their wives read the book, they had some of the hottest sex they’d ever had.

  She trailed off and her cheeks colored again. Then she paused and looked him right in the eye. “I want to you to dominate me. I want you to take complete charge.”

  A groan tore from his throat involuntarily, and his instincts took over completely. He lowered his head to devour her mouth, but she was quicker. She placed her fingertips on his lips before he could crush them to hers.

  “Wait, just one more thing,” she rasped, and he could hear the undercurrent of desperation in her voice.

  “Anything,” he gritted out.

  “I want you to tie me up. It’s always been a secret fantasy of mine, but I’ve never trusted anyone enough to let them do it.”

  “And you trust me?” he stated, feeling the power of those words.

  She bit her bottom lip and nodded emphatically. “I trust you.”

  He couldn’t catch his breath. The air felt heavy and his throat squeezed tight, but somehow, he managed to say, “You don’t know what that means to me.”

  A grin twitched at the corners of her mouth, but it was only a fleeting impression as it was soon stamped out by his lips clamping down on her mouth.

  He claimed her in a kiss that was hard enough, and with enough feeling behind it, to show her just how much that meant to him. Her tongue met him lick for lick, like an erotic dance. This kiss was different than any other they’d shared. It was demanding. Hot. Hungry.

  The desperation could be due to the fantasy that she’d just revealed to him, the one they were about to turn into reality, or it could be because as recently as an hour ago, he hadn’t known if he’d ever kiss her again. Whatever it was, urgency like he’d never experienced flooded him.

  His tongue plunged into her mouth, rolling against hers as his hands roamed around her waist and down over her backside, still covered in a bathrobe. She clutched onto his shoulders as he kneaded her firm ass. Her hips rolled against his straining erection as she whimpered with desire.

  He broke their kiss and rested his forehead against hers. His fingers trembled with arousal and anticipation as he tugged at the terrycloth belt that kept her robe closed. The material parted and she started to shrug out of it, but he stopped her.

  “Don’t,” he commanded roughly.

  Her crystal blue eyes, wide with anticipation, shot up to meet his. Her lips were swollen, her skin flushed. She was a dichotomy of seductive and innocent. A lethal balance of vulnerable and strong. An intriguing combination of beauty and intelligence. She was his dream come true and he planned on making hers come true as well.

  Slowly and methodically, he ran the pads of his thumbs along her collarbone and slid the robe off of her shoulders. The heavy material dropped to the ground with a soft thud, pooling around her feet. He took a step back and he scanned her body from head to toe with hungry appreciation. His unhurried appraisal was causing a flush to rise on her pale skin. He watched as her chest began rising and falling in shallow breaths.

  “Turn around,” he roughly instructed.

  She started to move faster than he wanted.

  “Slowly.” His authoritative command caused her to intake a short breath.

  As he watched her turn, his dick throbbed painfully. Arousal rushed through his veins with a force that made him light-headed. She stilled with her back to him and he rasped, “Keep going.”

  When she faced him again, he pi
cked her up, walked across the room, and lowered her down on the king-size bed in the center of the cabin.

  She lifted up on her elbows. “I don’t have a tie but—”

  “You’re not in charge here, remember?” He delivered the line with a small grin on his face, softening its impact somewhat, but the message behind the words was absolutely clear. He called the shots.

  She smiled and blushed all over her body. Clearly, she was enjoying this experience of giving up all control, and not just emotionally. Every inch of her body was responding to him taking charge. He could see it in the way that her skin flushed and goose flesh rose along her arms and legs.

  He ran his work-roughened hands along her creamy, soft skin. He trailed them along her ribs and over her abs, along the line of her hip, up and down her thighs, all the while intentionally avoiding her most sensitive areas.

  “I’ll tie you up when I decide that it’s time to tie you up,” he stated firmly. “Lie back and enjoy the pleasure that I decide to give you.”

  Her eyes grew wider with every single word he spoke.

  “Spread your legs.”

  She did as he asked, exposing the most intimate part of her body. Her feminine lips glistened with arousal. Warm satisfaction flooded his body at the knowledge that she was already so primed and he’d barely started touching her.

  He leaned down and took her already stiff nipples between his lips, flicking them with the hard tip of his tongue and then swirling them around and around, inside the hot cavern of his mouth. He sucked her pebbled nubs then nipped them with his teeth before licking them roughly with his tongue.

  “Yes…yes…yes…” she repeated as her back arched, offering her body up for his consumption. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on. Hell, maybe he never had.

  He moved his demanding mouth down the length of her body, and it was not a slow and gentle seduction. Not at all. He was taking what was his and claiming it. She had offered this to him, the chance to be in charge, and he was not going to waste the opportunity.

  This body in front of him—this beautiful, incredible body—was his, and only his. He would do with it whatever he liked because that’s what she wanted. She wanted him to take charge.

  His fingers dug into the flesh of her inner thighs as he pushed her legs farther apart. She gasped as his mouth engulfed her mound entirely, sucking her tender flesh between his lips and rubbing his tongue along it to fire up every nerve ending there.

  As he moved his lips against her most sensitive area, his body surged with untamed arousal. Her fingers tangled into his hair, in turn pulling in ecstasy and then pushing his head forward to get closer to her. In a moment, she wasn’t going to be able to use those nimble little fingers to guide his head on her body, because her hands would be tied firmly to the headboard.

  It wasn’t what he’d thought would happen tonight, but now it was all he wanted. He couldn’t wait to have her tied up and powerless beneath him.

  But first, he had some business to take care of. He wanted to give her a powerful climax before he tied her wrists to the headboard. He wanted her to be trembling and weak in the aftermath of that orgasm. She would be soft, pliable, and eager as he bound her. Trembling with the pleasure of being completely under his control.

  He ground his mouth against her wetness, moving his tongue up and down her slit in a hard rhythm. As he did that, he never stopped the movement of his hands roaming over her body, her silken flesh was the most beautiful thing his hands had ever felt.

  Her body began to tremble and her slit was pulsing against him when he pushed two fingers inside of her tight canal. He could tell that she was close. Every muscle movement told him that, every tremor that rocked the surface of her skin as his hand glided across it. Just a little bit more and she’d be rocketing over that peak of ecstasy.

  He gruffly instructed her against her damp flesh, “Come, for me. Come on my mouth.”

  He resumed his open-mouthed kisses at the top of her sex and worked his fingers in and out of her snug opening and within seconds, her body went into convulsions of ecstasy. She bucked under his mouth and hands, as if a live current of electricity flowed through her body. Her inner walls grabbed at his fingers, and he kept his pace strong and steady.

  Suddenly, she clenched tight. Not just her core, but all of her. Every muscle, every cell. They clamped down on him as if she didn’t want him to move ever again. Her walls claimed his fingers, her thighs snapped tight against his ears. Her abs, her neck, her shoulders—everything. It was all bound into a tight little trembling ball for one long moment before she began shaking. Her muscles spasmed. He continued working his lips, tongue, and fingers to give her pleasure, to draw out the climax as long as he possibly could.

  One hand clamped around her hip, trying to tame her just long enough to allow him to complete his mouth’s task as she rode out the orgasm. He sucked, licked, and kissed her pleasure nub with his mouth, gradually slowing his movements as her own convulsions died down to a mere whisper.

  She lay there on the bed, her head thrown back and her eyes closed, her ragged breath coming in rough pants and her skin glistening with exertion. He stood for a moment to simply admire her beauty, and also the visible proof of her pleasure.

  She was so beautiful. There was no denying that. The whole world agreed that Shayne was a rare beauty. But Evan realized that he was seeing a side to that beauty that no one else in the entire world got to see.

  Her eyes popped open and she gave him a tired, satisfied smile. “What’s next, Brawny Man?” she teased.

  “Brawny Man?” He’d heard Nolan and Ruby use that phrase a few times and he’d had an inkling that it might be directed at him but he hadn’t been sure.

  “It’s your nickname.” Her eyes twinkled mischievously.

  He was about to show her just how brawny this man could be.

  *

  The look in Evan’s eyes when he told her he was about to tie her up caused her already tingling body to surge with awareness. The hunger that burned in his gorgeous chocolate pools made her feel vulnerable and exposed. In the best, hottest way possible.

  Evan moved off the bed and undressed. She watched, captivated. His body was a masterpiece. Her eyes ran over his broad shoulder, across the muscled planes of his chest, down the rippled leanness of his abs, before finally landing on his rock-hard manhood that was standing at full attention.

  Totally, unapologetically nude, he crossed back to the where her robe was discarded and picked the belt off of the ground. A shiver of anticipation danced down her spine. She did love a resourceful man.

  With the terrycloth strip in hand, he moved toward her like a panther stalking his prey, his muscles taut and his eyes drinking in her body. She felt his stare caress her bare skin and every cell in her body came alive.

  The bed dipped slightly as he sat beside her. The tips of his fingers trailed lightly down one of her arms, starting at the shoulder and leaving little bursts of electric current all along her skin in its wake. He never tore his eyes from hers. She could feel the energy flowing back and forth between them, she wouldn’t have been surprised if he could feel all of the sensations she was feeling—that was how connected she felt in that moment.

  When his gentle fingers reached her wrist, he circled it in his firm grip and she drew in a thrilled breath. Her nipples hardened at the sudden shift in the tone of his touch, and she breathed out an involuntary, “Yes.”

  There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t have done for him in that instant, nothing that she would’ve denied him. She’d placed herself completely in his hands.

  She was at his mercy.

  He lifted her arm above her head and slipped the tie around her wrist, pulling it tight with one strong tug. The tension in the binding grew taut as he tied the other end to the headboard and secured it.

  She gave an experimental pull with her arm. Nope. It didn’t budge, and her stomach exploded with electric tingles.

  Ev
an repeated the process with her other arm and, before she knew it, she found both of her arms completely immobilized. She pulled and struggled to no avail, and with every futile pull against the bindings, she grew wetter and wetter.

  “Damn, this is hot,” she breathed.

  He stood back and raked his eyes over her naked and restrained form. “Yes. It is,” his voice was rough and raw, the desire in his eyes spreading to barely-contained energy in his bunching muscles.

  He put his hands on her skin. She couldn’t believe how much heat his palms contained. It burned her and warmed her at the same time, causing her to flinch away but also, in the next second, arch her back so that she was pressed firmly into his grasp.

  She writhed under his hot and demanding touch. Every muscle was alive and contracted, in constant motion. The one thing in the world that she wasn’t capable of right then was holding still.

  His hands roamed more and more fervently over her smooth skin, paying particular attention to her sensitive zones. He cupped her breasts, tweaked her nipples, traced circles down the flat expanse of her belly, and slipped the calloused pads of his fingers between the slick folds of her sex.

  God, she loved it, this feeling that she was unexplored territory and he was the adventurer that was claiming her. She never wanted it to end.

  “Do you like not being able to move when I touch you?” His silky words were a stark contradiction to his gravelly voice.

  Her throat was too constricted to answer so she settled for a vigorous nod.

  He plunged two fingers into her, never breaking eye contact. “Do you like that I could do whatever I want to you right now?”

  “Yes,” A small whisper escaped her.

  “Do you like me being completely in charge? Do you like that I’m in control of your pleasure, Shayne?”

  His voice was so raw that she felt a whimper of, “Yes” being torn from her without her even realizing it.