Captivate Me

by Kira Sinclair

  Outside, the lights on the bridge winked. Stars reflected off the glassy surface of the river. Soft moonlight washed over Alyssa’s body. As always, Beckett was drawn to her.

  Hands shoved deep into his pockets—it was either that or touch her and he wasn’t sure she wanted that right now—Beckett tried to ignore the rush he felt when she brushed against him. The small sound of her sharp intake of breath ricocheted through him all the way down to his groin. He wanted to hear more of those breathy little sounds. And he wanted to hear her scream his name without the need for suppressing her response.

  The air between them heated, becoming oppressive with the mugginess of their desire. It clung to him and dewed her skin like the most brutal New Orleans summer.

  They stood next to each other, both trying to pull the heavy air into their struggling lungs.

  Pale-green eyes collided with his in the reflection of the window. He could read the roiling energy just as surely as he knew chaotic yearning was locked deep inside his own gaze. Her sharp white teeth sank into her bottom lip, tugging it into her mouth. God, he wanted to kiss her.

  As if she were reading his mind, her pretty pink lips parted. And Beckett couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

  Grasping her shoulders, he pulled her to him. “God, I want to see you, Alyssa. Every creamy inch of pale skin. Do you know how torturous it is to have been buried deep inside when pleasure rippled through you, sucking me down, but not to have ever seen all of you?”

  Her only response was a gasp followed by a melting groan.

  “I want you spread out across my bed, open and eager for every touch.” He wanted nothing between them—clothing, anger, business, and especially not other people.

  Tonight, Alyssa was his and his alone.

  His brain warred with itself. Part of him was desperate to strip her as quickly as possible. The rest relished the idea of slowly, deliberately unveiling her body, the best, most precious gift ever. Before he could decide, Alyssa was doing it for him.

  Putting her palm in the center of his chest, she pushed until he took a single step backward. Reaching around, she grasped the tab of her zipper and tugged. He watched, in the reflection of the window behind her, as a creamy triangle of skin was revealed, slowly growing bigger and bigger.

  Tension released, her dress began to gape, slipping inch by excruciating inch down her body until gravity finally won. Her dress puddled on the floor at her feet, a mound of pale gold satin that perfectly matched the highlights in her hair.

  The black bra and panties she wore were a temptation all their own. As far as Beckett was concerned, they covered way too much skin.

  “First thing tomorrow, I’m buying you a thong.”

  Alyssa laughed, the sound rich and resonant. It rang through him like the vibrations of a bell.

  At the end of his rope, he reached for her, but she stopped him with a single shake of her head. He had visions of that first night, of her shutting him out and leaving him aching and wanting.

  But with nimble fingers, she quickly promised him that wasn’t happening tonight. Snapping the front clasp open, she spread the cups of her bra wide, baring beautiful, round breasts.

  The single tantalizing peek at her nipples he’d gotten before had hardly done them justice. Drawn into tight points, they had to ache with the need for relief. He felt the same urgent demand throbbing through his own body.

  “Gorgeous,” he whispered, bridging the gap to draw one deep into his mouth. He couldn’t help himself.

  Alyssa whimpered, sagging against the window at her back. A hiss slipped through her lips. Her spine arched away from the cool glass, pushing her breast harder against his tongue.

  “So sweet,” Beckett growled, rolling, licking, nipping and teasing. She writhed beneath his caresses, telling him without words just how much she enjoyed the sensations he was giving her. Her fingers tunneled deep into his hair, holding tight.

  He was drowning in her, certain he’d never get enough of the delicious taste, when she suddenly pushed him away.

  Her elbows locked straight, she held him at arm’s length as she studied him with hooded eyes. Desire, promise and need—he understood everything she didn’t say but couldn’t hide. Because he was as overwhelmed as she was.

  Taking a step away, Alyssa hooked her fingers in the band of elastic hugging her hips. Slowly, she rolled, pushing the satin down her legs. The slip of black material fell to the floor at her feet, but the way her body had folded kept her hidden.

  He wanted to pull her up and press her back into the glass so he could see all of her against the backdrop of the city he loved so much. But when she glanced at him, letting her gaze wander lazily up his body as if she couldn’t get her fill of looking at him, Beckett found he couldn’t move.

  Holding his gaze, she pivoted, spreading her thighs wide. Beckett groaned deep in his throat. God, she was gorgeous. And he couldn’t stop himself from touching. Not anymore.

  * * *

  REACHING OUT, ALYSSA wrapped her fingers around the waistband of Beckett’s slacks, intent on undressing him as quickly as humanly possible. But he had other ideas.

  Grasping her by the shoulders, he pulled her up and into his body. She collided with his hard chest. Rough material abraded her tightened nipples, pulling a shocked rasp through her parted lips.

  His hot mouth was everywhere, neck, shoulders, ribs and hips. Suckling, tasting, taking. Fingers teased and tickled, pressed and aroused.

  His thigh settled against her, pushing her own open wider.

  Alyssa tried to get control—of him and herself—but it was no use. Not when Beckett was staring at her, his gaze lazy and intense all at once as he scraped it down her from head to toe. As if she was the only thing that mattered in the world...and he was going to take all day and night to savor her.

  A fine tremble rocked Alyssa’s body.

  Smoothing his hands down her arms, he placed her hands, one at a time, on his shoulders before dropping to his knees in front of her. Alyssa sucked in a harsh breath, her body humming with the realization of what he intended. What she was desperate to have.

  What would those talented lips—and that crooked smile—feel like against her sex? She shifted restlessly, unconsciously opening to give him what they both wanted. God, the anticipation was killing her. Was too much.

  Her fingers dug into his skin. There was something about this that felt more intimate than having him stroking deep inside her. Made her feel more exposed than stripping for him on a balcony or having sex in a crowded ballroom.

  Beckett Kayne was on his knees in front of her. There was a time in her life when this would have been a fantasy, one followed by her sending a well-placed knee to his nose. Now, she wanted his touch more than her next breath.

  He parted her folds, slipping his fingers through the evidence of her arousal, for him. It was something she couldn’t have hidden even if she’d wanted to. And she didn’t. What was it about this man that made her want to reveal everything she kept coiled up and protected deep inside?

  He rubbed his nose against the damp curls covering her sex, inhaling deeply. The gust of displaced air against her throbbing sex nearly drove her to the floor right beside him.

  Beckett swayed. His fingers, splayed wide across her open thighs, tightened to hold them both in place. She shivered.

  His mouth trailed teasing love bites up the inside of her thigh. Sliding his tongue up the V where her thigh and hip met, he murmured, “Heaven.”

  Teasing her, he was relentless as he built the pressure to a feverish pitch, never touching where she wanted most. Getting close to her clit and the entrance to her sex with that devilishly talented tongue before sweeping away.

  Alyssa had no idea how long he kept her there, writhing, desperate and begging. She was mindless. Time was pointless. Her clit
pulsed. Her sex clenched, begging to be filled—by his tongue, fingers or cock, she no longer cared.

  She just needed relief.

  Her fingers gripped his hair, pulling hard and urging him to give her what she needed. Finally, Beckett took mercy on her. His tongue thrust deep. Alyssa choked on her cry of gratitude. He lapped at her, laving, nipping and sucking.

  The glass behind her rattled when her head and shoulders collided with it. Her legs trembled, incapable of holding her up one more moment. But she didn’t fall. Beckett’s strong hands spread across her hips and the solid window at her back kept her from hitting the floor.

  Her body heaved with the need for oxygen, but another need trumped even that basic drive. Her head shook back and forth, mindlessly, against the windowpane. Her hips pumped, striving and searching for that one last touch that would end the agony winding tighter and tighter through her.

  Alyssa whimpered, her face drawn, not with pain, but with the sharpest pleasure.

  Fingers slipping through her sex, he found her clit and rubbed. She sobbed. Keeping up a maddening rhythm, thrusting tongue, teasing fingers, Beckett pushed her right to the edge.

  Her thighs quivered. Her body bowed tight. And she screamed out his name, her sex rippling around the invasion even as his relentless fingers forced her to give him more.

  It was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Her existence was drawn to the smallest pinpoint, only the space she and Beckett shared. There was no one else. Nothing else. Only the harsh sounds of his panting breaths. The residual waves of pleasure sweeping through her. The way he held her, as though she was the most precious thing on the planet.

  Using soft, easy strokes across her overly sensitized skin, Beckett eased her down. Pushing to his feet, he gathered her into his arms. She collapsed against him, her muscles so lax and useless there was nothing else she could do.

  Her skin was slick was sweat. Her eyelids fluttered, weighted and languorous. Even in her pleasure-induced haze, her gaze drifted to Beckett’s mouth, the strong column of his throat. Leaning close, she pressed her lips there, drinking in the heat and salt and tang from his skin, enjoying the silky, decadent feel of him against her tongue. She wanted more. Wanted to taste the crown of his erection, rub her tongue along the ridge of him and suck him deep.

  As if sensing the direction of her thoughts, Beckett’s stormy blue eyes flashed. A deep rumble rolled up from his chest, vibrating straight through her and making her ache all over again.

  “I’m not through with you yet. Not by a long shot.”

  11

  HER BODY STILL hummed with the force of the orgasm Beckett had just given her. God, the man knew how to use his mouth.

  And while she was grateful for the way he could make her feel, now that her brain wasn’t fuzzy with desire, she wanted the same unfettered access to his body that he’d had to hers.

  Beckett wasn’t the only one starving for the sight of what he’d already felt.

  Pushing into a darkened room, he didn’t bother to turn on any lights. That wasn’t going to work for her. Her back had barely touched the bed before she was popping up again. On her knees, she stretched across to the bedside table and tugged the metal chain hanging from a lamp. Light flooded in, illuminating the entirely masculine space.

  Heavy wood furniture, old and well used. Not what she’d expected. She’d taken him for a sleek and modern kind of guy, not the antiques type. Beckett Kayne was just full of surprises.

  A black-and-platinum patterned spread covering the bed. Accents in the same color palette. Abstract art on the walls. The space was somehow a hodgepodge that worked perfectly for the man standing at the end of the bed watching her.

  Slowly, Alyssa crawled toward him. She stalked her prey just as surely as he’d hunted her for the past several days. Well, now they were both caught.

  With deft fingers, Alyssa worked the buttons on the dress shirt he’d worn under his suit. Somewhere along the way he’d already discarded the tie and jacket. His cuffs were open. As soon as the last little disc was free Alyssa swept her hands up and over his wide shoulders, sending the material floating to the ground.

  It was hard to believe, given everything they’d already done together, but this was her first real glimpse at his body. She’d felt the hard planes of him tight against her chest, the long length of his sex buried deep, but this delight to explore...

  She wanted more.

  Using his own word, she leaned forward and whispered, “Heaven,” before trailing her tongue across his collarbone and down the smooth slope of pecs.

  The soft dusting of hair scraped against her tongue, making it tingle. The salty kick of his skin flooded her taste buds, purely, intoxicatingly male.

  His fingers bit into her hips, but he didn’t urge her to move faster. Grazing her teeth across the tiny nub of one nipple, she delighted in his humming groan.

  While her mouth played, her fingers were busy, tugging him closer. Her palm brushed down the hard length of him in one, quick, teasing stroke. It wasn’t nearly enough. For either of them.

  She worked quickly to free him, her hands shaking with the sudden, overwhelming need to touch and feel.

  The soft whoosh of his wool slacks dropping to the floor mingled with their panting breaths. His hands tightened on her hips. Alyssa knew he was poised to take control, to push her right into that space where nothing else mattered except the feel of him moving deep inside her.

  And she wanted that. But not yet.

  Shoving into his boxer briefs, she wrapped her hand tight around him. By feel alone, she memorized him. The thick vein throbbing in rhythmic time to the ache centered deep inside her own body. The sleek texture of skin over rigid flesh. The tiny drop of moisture her fingers found and spread.

  Sending the last barrier between them to pool at his feet, Alyssa pushed back so she could see all of him. Her whole body shook, the fine tremble having nothing to do with her own revving desire but the realization that, in this one moment, they’d gone past the point of playing games. Somehow, kneeling in front of him on his own bed made this...real. More.

  That scared and excited her.

  Licking her lips, Alyssa leaned back so she could see all six feet two inches of his glorious body. His skin had a natural, healthy glow. His body was covered in long, firm muscles.

  Strength. That’s what she saw when she looked at him.

  Wanting to give something back, to make him feel as good as he’d made her feel, she sank down until her rear settled against her heels. Hands gripping his hips, she urged him forward, never taking her eyes off the prize.

  Only thinking about how good he would feel and taste, she licked her parted lips. And she wasn’t wrong.

  Hot. Hard. Salty. She drew him in. Beneath her hands his body tensed, but she held him still. Closing her eyes, she savored the moment, tongue caressing him in a way that had him cursing softly.

  Pulling back, she let her teeth scrape lightly over him. Just the hint of teasing pressure. Again and again, she went back for more. Loving the feel of him gliding against her tongue, filling her mouth.

  “Alyssa, you’re killing me,” he breathed, his fingers tightening in her hair. She wasn’t sure if he was holding her in place or fighting against tugging her away.

  She wanted to drive him insane, to make him as mindless as he’d made her. But Beckett Kayne wasn’t the kind of man who showed that kind of vulnerability easily. Instinctively, she knew he wouldn’t let her take him there. At least not tonight.

  Maybe one day...

  No, that kind of thought was just going to get her hurt. She had no idea what this was, but thinking about tomorrows was just bad. They had now, and that was enough.

  Caught up in the pleasure of what she was doing, she was taken off guard when Beckett surged up and wrapped his a
rms around her, flipping them both. One moment she was crouched on her knees, the next her back bounced against the mattress and Beckett’s gorgeous body was stretched full-length against her.

  Air burst from her lungs, from surprise more than physical impact. It didn’t lessen the whirling sensation of losing her breath. Disoriented, it took her several moments to catch up. By the time her world righted, Beckett already had her thighs spread wide, her knees pressed up beside her hips and he was poised at her entrance, waiting.

  She could feel him, right there, nudging against her swollen, throbbing sex. God, she wanted him to thrust home, but he wasn’t.

  Dragging her gaze up his body, Alyssa sought his eyes, a silent question filling hers.

  What she saw reflected back at her stole what little breath she had left. He watched her, studied her, memorized her. The intensity of his gaze seared her straight to her soul. Patience, need, understanding...

  She gave him the only response she could. “Please.”

  Deliberately, he slipped inside, inch by inch, until she thought she’d go mad. Her body stretched to accept him, quivered, poised and greedy for more.

  Over and over, with each controlled thrust her chest would tighten with relief only to have it taken from her when he slipped back out. Delicious torture.

  It wasn’t enough. She wanted more. Needed him mindless and lost in the experience with her.

  The pressure built, swelling higher and higher until she was afraid she might lose herself to it. Hips surged against hips. Alyssa’s eyes rolled back at the unbelievable pleasure.

  His invasion was startling and intimate and consuming.

  “Yes,” she hissed out, lifting to meet him and take more.

  Her body buzzed, wild with need for what only he could give her. But he held that relief at bay, driving her straight to the breaking point and then holding her there.

  Her entire body trembled. “Please, please, please,” she whimpered, her head thrashing against the sharp pleasure.