by Sabrina York
She snorted a laugh. “After I faint?”
“Yeah.”
She thought about it for a moment. Thought about what she wanted, what she would do if she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Adam wanted her. She shivered.
Her response came in a whisper. It was all she could manage. “Anything. Anything he asked.”
“God.” She heard his harsh exhalation of breath, the guttural groan rippling over the connection. “Kat. There’s something I need you to do.” His voice was low, hard. A certain intense timbre vibrated from him to her.
“Yes?” A pulse surged between her legs. Anticipation sizzled. Finally. Finally he was going to drop all that nonsense about Adam and get down to making her come.
“First, what are you wearing?”
It was all Katherine could do to hold back her laugh. “Not that again.”
“Seriously. I want an answer.”
She shrugged. “A cocktail dress. Black. With heels.”
“Put on your teddy,” he commanded and she complied.
She slipped off her dress and bra, dropping both on the floor, and pulled her satin teddy from her suitcase. It felt cool slipping over her skin. It caught on her hard nipples, making them grow fatter. She moaned as she rubbed them, just a little, to enhance the mood.
“Mmm. It feels good.”
“Are you wearing the teddy?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect. What do you have on under it?”
“Nothing. Well, panties.”
“Perfect. Do you still have the heels on?”
“Yes.” She did. As much as she hated them, she loved the elegant line of her legs when she wore them. Besides, the heels completely changed the way she felt in the black teddy. In the full-length mirror behind the door, she seemed practically sexy.
“How do you look?”
“Hot.”
“I’ll bet.” The words were heavy and harsh. “I wish I could see you. Now. There’s something I want you to do.”
“What?”
“I want you to go and get two ice cubes.”
“What?” Was he insane? She’d have to walk all the way through the suite to the kitchen. “In my teddy?”
“Yes.”
“He might see me.”
“What if he does? Maybe he’ll fuck you. That’s what you want. Isn’t it?”
Katherine didn’t answer.
“Isn’t it? Deep down, you want him to shove his cock into your pussy and fuck you ‘til you scream. Isn’t it?”
Again, she didn’t respond.
“Answer me.”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Then go to the kitchen. In your teddy. And get two ice cubes. Oh. And Wildkat?”
“Yes?”
“Before you go, take off the panties.”
“What?”
“Take them off. I want you completely exposed. And I want you to know how exposed you are.”
“I can’t.”
“You can. If you don’t, I’ll have to punish you.”
“But—”
“No, Kat. No questions. Just do it.”
She stood by the door for several minutes, contemplating this challenge and, most especially, how it made her feel. She was liquid inside, quivering. Her clit throbbed. Her pussy lips were swollen and sensitive.
After a long internal debate, she decided she would go to the kitchen and get the ice cubes wearing her teddy but she would leave her panties in place. Utterly bare-assed was a little further than she was willing to go, especially when Adam might discover her at any moment.
Besides…Savage would never know she had cheated just a little.
She turned the knob and peered out into the hallway. There was no one there. She slipped through the shadows and into the living room, heading toward the kitchen. She pushed open the swinging door and froze.
There stood Adam Trillo cracking out ice cubes at the counter. His chest was bare—a magnificent panoply of rippling muscles and scattered darkling dust. He wore only baggy gray sweatpants held up, it seemed, by the enormous bulge in the front.
“Hey there, Wildkat,” he purred. “What took you so long?”
And her heart stopped beating.
Chapter Eight
“Adam!” A flush rose from her tender clit up to her tingling lips. “What are you doing in here?”
“Isn’t that obvious, Kat?” He leaned his hip against the countertop. “I’m waiting for you.”
“But…”
“Oh, come now. Don’t tell me you haven’t figured it out yet?” His hot gaze skated over her like a laser, making her burn. As his roving eye snagged on her hard nipples tenting the bodice of her teddy, he stilled, swallowed. “God, Kat. You look phenomenal. Come here.”
“B-but, Adam…” she stuttered, unable to think, to move. Her brain, overheated as it was, wasn’t working very well. She was swamped with the realization that Adam had called her Wildkat. That he was cracking out ice cubes, for heaven’s sake. That he was…
Oh dear God.
He was Savage.
And even as the realization flooded her, spilling a new kind of heat into her veins, so also dawned the insight that if Adam was Savage, he had known her identity all along. Mortification swamped her and she covered her face with her hands. “Oh God,” she moaned. “Oh God.” She took a step back. Another. The desire to flee overwhelmed her.
“Kat.” His sharp tone snapped her out of her cocoon of misery. “Come. Here.” His command was compelling and, numbly, she complied. She couldn’t help herself. She couldn’t deny this desire, she most certainly couldn’t refuse such an order. She was drawn to him. Her chagrin became nothing in the face of her raging hunger.
She’d wanted him for so long, and so much. That he was here, now, beckoning her closer, sent chills up her spine, liquefied her. She stepped close to him, close enough to feel the heat coming off his body in scalding waves. She could see his pulse throbbing at his temples, the bunching muscles in his jaw. He was keeping himself under tight rein—the thought that he needed such control elated her.
“Adam,” she whispered, taking another tiny step toward him.
He stroked her lower lip with a gentle thumb. “I love hearing you say my name.”
“Adam.”
“Kat.” He stood there, eyes burning into hers. She felt a second tick by, two. And then he broke. He grabbed her hips and yanked her hard against him.
She groaned as his hard cock nudged her belly. His mouth came down on hers in a hot, wet rush and he consumed her. He explored her lips with rough passion, thrust his tongue deep between them. And he growled. His hands were all over her, stroking her back, her spine, her hips and—finally—her breasts through the satin of the teddy.
“Jesus.” He found a hardened nipple and tweaked it gently. “I’ve dreamed of this, Kat. You have no idea.”
She sank into his words like a steaming bath. They enrobed her in warmth, arousal, confidence. Exultation thrummed with every beat of her heart. He wanted her.
She wanted him.
She could have him.
A slow, playful grin blossomed on her face. “I think I understand.”
She watched him, avidly reading his every expression as her trembling fingers trailed around his nipple. He sucked in a breath when she scraped that hard button with a nail.
He growled, jerked back from the waist up and stared at her. His cock pulsed against her belly. He bent his knees and rubbed himself against her mound, her clit. Their pulses, joined there, beat in frantic tandem.
“I want you so bad.” He kissed her forehead, her shoulder, her neck. “I never want you to doubt that again.”
“How could I?”
His rod, thick and hard, surged against her.
“I’ll spend the rest of the night proving it to you.” He ran his palms down her sides to the hem of her teddy and lower, sending shivers dancing along the flesh of her thighs. He skimmed a seductive trail up to the curve of her ass.
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br /> But then he stilled, his body tensed, his eyes narrowed. “I thought I told you, no panties.”
She shuddered at his expression. “I know but—”
“I was very specific. I said I wanted you to feel vulnerable. Open to me.”
“I know but I—”
He stepped back. “You cheated.”
She shook her head. Panic surged. “No, Adam. I just—”
“Do you know what this means, Kat?” He ground the words out, rough and raw.
His withdrawal devastated her. She felt cold, swamped with the sudden urge to cry. “W-what?”
His eyes burned. “It means I’m going to have to punish you.”
Her knees trembled. The thought of punishment from him made her weak with longing. Submissively, she dropped her gaze. It fixated on a rather fascinating bulge. She bit her lip and peeped up at him.
“I was…naughty.” She couldn’t help but tempt him, torment him as he was tormenting her. Shyly, she caressed the front of his sweatpants. His cock bobbed in response and Adam sucked in a breath through his teeth. “I think I need to be punished.”
“Oh yeah.” He crushed her against him, ravaged her with his lips. When he surfaced, he was breathless. “I’m gonna show you what happens when you don’t follow orders.”
His words, the heat in his eyes, his earthy scent set something ablaze within her. Katherine felt the last of her resistance, the last of her diffidence, the fetters that held her soul captive, go up in flames. Burn away.
Blind, ravaging lust for him consumed her.
“Mmm.” Breath coming in short pants, she leaned closer and rubbed his cock against her soft mound. “Is this what you wanted me to do when we were dancing?”
“God, yeah.” He growled, a low feral sound, and ground himself against her. He bent his head and captured her lips with his and ate at her mouth. “Take them off,” he hissed. “Take them off and give them to me.”
With a whimper, she slipped the panties off and handed them to him, dangling the lace scrap from her fingertips. He took them and brought them to his nostrils, breathing in deeply, never breaking eye contact with her.
“Sweet.” He advanced on her, backing her against the wall, cornering her, dominating her with his large form. “So sweet.”
His hand trailed down her hip to her thigh. Her breath hitched when it skated back up…beneath the lace hem of her teddy. Sinuously, he drifted closer and closer to her center. She could feel every beat of her heart in her clit.
“What do you want?” His voice was breathy, hungry.
Then again, so was she.
“I want you to touch me.”
“Here?” He stroked her, ever so lightly, teasing her swollen, sensitive flesh, tracing her slit.
She gasped and grabbed at his muscled shoulders to keep her balance when her knees threatened to fail her. “Yes.” She tried to arch her back, tried to press into his tantalizing touch, but he wouldn’t allow it.
“Patience, Kat.” He chuckled and dipped his head to feed at the tender flesh of her neck. She arched again and cried out as thrill after thrill skated along her nerves.
He made another tantalizing pass over her aching flesh and she growled with frustration. More. She wanted more. She sucked his earlobe into her mouth, stabbed her tongue into the bell of his ear. He froze, hissing out a hot breath. She felt his heat intensify, his pulse leap, so she did it again and again until he was writhing against her, moaning. Exultant, she pulled back and reveled in the sight of his handsome, lust-flown face. She’d found one of his buttons. She vowed to find many more.
“Touch me,” she commanded and this time he didn’t refuse. He found her and he stroked. She felt him part her lips, felt the cool air kiss her clit but not…not… “Adam!” A thread of desperation laced her tone. “Touch me!”
It was his turn to smile smugly as she writhed against him. He held her wide, open, but refused to touch her tender nub. “Say please.”
When she refused, he brushed against her clit, the mere hint of a caress. Every muscle clenched. She threw her head back and pressed toward him to no avail.
He buried his face in her hair and whispered, “It’s a small word, sweeting. Just say it.” This entreaty was accompanied by another measured pass.
Katherine’s pride crumbled. “Please! Oh God. Please.”
The reward was immediate.
“Yes.” He hissed his satisfaction and stroked her hard, hot little nub.
She collapsed against him as a small orgasm shook her.
He pressed a little deeper, teasing the entrance to her dripping pussy and she froze, sucked in a breath of anticipation. He hovered there, ever so close, not filling her, not slipping inside, not shoving inside, not ravaging her the way she wanted, the way she’d dreamed. The way she craved.
“Put your fingers in me,” she urged him in a hot and heady voice. She could hardly believe she was saying this, out loud, to Adam. Didn’t know where she found the courage. It was rooted, perhaps, in her raging lust. Her desperation. She didn’t care. Couldn’t care anymore what he thought of her, if only he would…if only he would… “Do it!”
“You want that?” His expression was tight, dark and driven. “You want my fingers in your pussy?”
“Yes, Adam.”
He smiled. It was a wicked grin. “What do you say?”
She growled in frustration but said it. How could she not? “Please, Adam. Please.”
His expression darkened. He rubbed her clit again but something was different. It was…rough. With a shock, she realized he was rubbing her slit with her panties. The friction, the coarse material of the lace, increased the intensity. The sensation stole her breath. She moaned in agony. Ecstasy.
“I like that sound,” he said. “Let’s see if we can hear some more.”
Thick fingers—two of them—slipped up and inside her, dragging the panties with them. He filled her completely. Unbidden, another moan slipped out.
He withdrew but before she could complain, they were on their way back in, dragging more of the panties inside her. And then she was filled with them. With one final thrust, he jammed the fabric deep into her dripping pussy. They felt awkward and unnatural and she couldn’t help but clasp her inner muscles around them.
“Do you like that?” He watched her as he rubbed her clit. “Do you like the way they feel so deep inside you? That’s your punishment for wearing them against my wishes.”
She tried to catch her breath. Each movement, each internal twitch, reminded her of what he’d done and how hot it made her. “Yes, Adam.”
“Do you like it when I rub your clit?”
“Yes.”
His eyes burned into her. “It’s not enough for me. Come here.”
He took her arm and led her out of the kitchen, into the dining and living room area. He yanked out one of the dining-room chairs with arms and seated himself. He pulled her toward him.
“Closer.” He urged her forward until their knees touched. “Straddle the chair.” His expression was hard, resolute. His tone commanding and cold.
Katherine balked. Straddling the arms of the chair would open her up to him with mortifying vulnerability. She backed away. “Adam…”
“Do it.”
She recognized the longing in his eyes, felt it to the core of her being. He wanted this. He needed this. That in itself was a charge she couldn’t refuse. He wanted her open, vulnerable. Judging from his expression, he just plain wanted her.
She stepped to the chair and settled one leg and then the other over the arms until her pussy was wide open at eye level. He moaned and pulled her closer and she grabbed at the back of the chair for balance. And then she grabbed at him—his head, his hair, his shoulders—because he leaned forward and placed his mouth upon her.
His kiss was gentle. He ran his tongue up her slit, allowing it to dance inside, teasing and tender. He nuzzled deeper. Scrabbling for balance, Katherine whimpered. His lips were soft and sweet, speaking to
her, loving her. The sensations were astounding. He touched her clit with his tongue, flicked it, sucked. Oh heavens. He sucked. Katherine threw her head back and cried out as another orgasm consumed her. Glorious sensations trickled through her, a rain of delight.
Adam didn’t let the orgasm die. He sucked again and, at the same time, slipped his fingers deep into her already full pussy. Her orgasm rose and swelled as he found and stroked a tender spot deep within her womb. Her vision blurred and her lungs burned as every muscle in her body clenched, quivered, pulsed with pleasure. Just as she crested, he yanked the panties out. A new unbearable surge of sensation swelled and burst. She collapsed, undone, in his arms.
When she came back to herself, he was cradling her in his lap and kissing her, warm wet busses on her forehead, her cheeks, her eyelids.
“Still doubt that I want you?” he asked softly.
She stared at him. God, he made her feel wonderful. Free. In so many ways. She shot him an impish smile. “That was unbelievable.” She stroked his thick neck, his broad chest, his flat stomach. Her hand came to rest on his rock-hard cock. “But I can’t help thinking we forgot something.”
He stood, setting her on her feet. “I haven’t forgotten anything. Come over here.”
He grabbed a cushion from the sofa and dropped it onto the coffee table. He pressed her down on it until she was perched on her knees with her backside in the air. She was perfectly positioned for what she hoped was coming next.
She peeped over her shoulder and wiggled her butt impatiently. She couldn’t help it. “Well? Come on.”
But he didn’t. He didn’t come on. Instead he shook his head. “I changed my mind.”
“What?” she squawked. It was an actual squawk.
Adam laughed. “Not about that. Oh, I’m gonna fuck you. But I want to look into your eyes when I enter you for the first time.”
“Oh,” she said softly. Yes. That would be nice.
He arranged her on the edge of the coffee table facing him. He spread her legs apart and knelt before her, scooting close. So close she could taste his breath. Heat rolled off him in waves. He pulled her closer and kissed her savagely. Heat rose within her. It spiked as his palm drifted to her breast.
