Caught Up in You (9 page)

He pulled the Jeep into the garage and cut the engine. “Yes, I did.”

Her gaze followed him as he got out and walked around to her side to open the door
for her. He could feel her question before she even voiced it. “Why?”

He offered her his hand, and she took it, her fingers still icy. “Because my home
is the place for all of my most precious possessions.” He helped her down from the
Jeep and brushed his lips over her knuckles. “And you, love, are about to become the
most important of them all for the next seven days.”

He braced himself for her reaction—the implication of ownership a bit of a test. If
she was going to truly give herself over to this and shed her domme role for the time
they were together, he needed to get her head in the right place from the start. He
was in charge. She was his to command. Wyatt had talked to Grant Waters earlier in
the week to make sure his training would count for Kelsey’s requirement, and Grant
had warned him that Kelsey wouldn’t feel safe if he didn’t immediately prove himself
worthy and capable of the role, that she would deftly manipulate a weak dom to hold
on to her own control.

Wyatt wasn’t one to take directives from someone else, but on that, he’d agreed wholeheartedly.
He wanted nothing more than to have the full experience with Kelsey and to make her
feel absolutely safe and protected in his hands. A distilled version had never been
in his plans.

“You understand what you’ve agreed to, Kelsey? To be owned by me?”

Her lips parted slightly, and the shiver he felt go through her hand seemed to have
little to do with the cold. She managed a nod.

Nice.
She liked the idea, and her body was already reacting to him. He glanced down the
length of her—the slightly smeared makeup, the lush set of her mouth, the clinging
shirt. All of it put together was like some erotic dream come to life. He wanted to
yank those boots and jeans off her and lick the rainwater from her skin, chase away
that chill in the most decadent way possible, feel her heat up against his mouth.
But in his cold garage before they’d discussed a single limit was neither the time
nor the place. Mustering up every ounce of restraint he possessed, he set his hands
on her shoulders. “Let’s get you into a hot shower so you don’t end up with pneumonia.
A sick sub will do me no good.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, a little catch in her voice.

He stared at her for a moment longer, watching the slight glaze go over her eyes.
He cupped the side of her head. Was it possible? Kelsey had declared that she’d never
willingly submitted before. The word
willingly
had stuck in his gut like a rusty piece of metal—a grim clue about what exactly may
be lurking in Kelsey’s past. But right now, her whole demeanor suggested that she
was already sinking a bit, going into that headspace where subs let go.

The achingly erotic sight squeezed the air from his lungs and vaulted his dominance
straight to the surface—a demanding, pounding force that could no longer be kept on
a leash. He needed her under his control. Right. This. Minute. He tightened his hold
on her shoulders, battling with himself. But when she dipped her lashes and her muscles
went loose beneath his fingertips, it was all the signal he needed. He wasn’t sure
about a lot of things between them. But in this moment he was sure of one thing—for
whatever reason, she needed this as much as he did right now, needed him to take over
fully. And God did he want to. Without giving her warning, he bent forward and hauled
Kelsey off her feet and over his shoulder.

She let out a little yelp, the move apparently breaking her from the spell she’d been
in. “Wyatt!”

“Hush.”

“You don’t need to—”

He gave her ass a smack, the sound of his hand against her wet jeans a little too
enticing. He had to hold back from giving the other side a similar pop. “It pleases
me to carry you. Are you going to deny me that?”

“No, sir,” she said. “It’s just, there are groceries and—”

“It’s cold in here. They’ll be fine.” He shoved open the door that led to the laundry
room and then headed into the darkened kitchen. The storm was still splattering against
the windows, but he barely heard it as he made his way through the living room and
up the stairs. His dress shoes squeaked against the wood, and he knew he was leaving
footprints in his wake, but he didn’t care at the moment. All he was concerned about
was the woman who had her cheek pressed against his back.

Once they made it into his en suite bathroom, he set Kelsey on her feet. Her cheeks
were flushed and her blue eyes wide, but he didn’t sense any fear there. He reached
out and turned on the shower to heat up the water. Then he was in front of her again.
He clasped her chin, lifting her face to him.

“I need to discuss limits and boundaries with you, Kelsey. I want to know where your
lines are so that I don’t harm you. We need a safe word.”

She nodded in his hand, and he released her chin.

“But right now I don’t have the patience for that.” He reached for the buttons on
her blouse, pulling them free, and pushing the garment off her shoulders. The material
hit the tile with a wet smack. “I’ve spent morning after morning in that cafe, talking
to you, watching you, aching for you. I sit there getting no work done because all
I can think about are the filthy, deviant fantasies I conjure up about you. You drive
me to distraction, love. And I’ve spent one too many nights in this very shower, taking
my cock in my hand and imagining it was you around me instead of my fist.”

She closed her eyes, his name a soft whisper across her lips.

He reached for the waistband of her jeans, dragging her against him, his voice low.
“And what I’m about to do has nothing to do with training or our deal. I want . . .
need
to fuck you before I lose my goddamned mind. And I need to do it my way. So if you
don’t want that, say so. And if I do something you aren’t okay with, tell me to stop.
That’s all the safe word you need right now. Even once we establish one, I will
always
listen to the word
no
. Do you understand?”

Something seemed to open in her expression, like a flower unfurling for the sun, and
without a word, she met his eyes and worked the button and zipper on her jeans. The
slow grinding sound of the zipper’s teeth was one of the sweetest noises Wyatt could
ever remember hearing. Then, her cold little fingers were encircling his wrist and
dragging his palm down beneath the thin satin of her panties. Hot, damp heat coated
his fingers, and he groaned.

“I’m all yours, Wyatt,” she said softly. “I trust you. And you aren’t the only one
who’s gotten off on fantasies about the other.”

She reached out and ran her hand along the length of his erection, which was now prominent
against his wet slacks. His eyelids went half-mast, pleasure at the simple touch vibrating
through him like a sonic boom.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” he rasped.

“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice heavy with her own desire now.

He slipped his hand from her and brought his fingers to his lips, tasting her arousal
as he stepped back to take in the full sight of her disrobing. God, every little part
of her was even sweeter than he’d imagined—her taste, the scent of her skin, the soft
want in her eyes. He didn’t deserve this, but hell if he wasn’t going to enjoy the
unexpected gift.

Her focus stayed locked on him, her eyes flaring as he pulled his fingers from his
mouth, and she tugged her boots off. Then, without any hesitation or modesty, she
stripped out of her jeans and panties and then unhooked her bra. The lacy scrap fell
to the floor. She stood before him, gloriously naked, and lowered her lashes. Waiting.
Submissive.

His.

As Wyatt stepped forward, he felt the last semblance of resistance disintegrate inside
him, like a flame to parchment. The man he used to be, the one he’d locked away inside
himself, rose up from the shadows of his past and grabbed hold of the reins.

Dominant. Determined.

And ravenous.

God help them both.

NINE

Kelsey watched the change come over Wyatt with a
touch of awe, his cool reserve switching to something wicked, predatory—a heavy coat
falling away and revealing what lurked beneath. His laser-blue eyes devoured every
inch of her naked body, raking over her in a way that made everything in her tighten
and ache. And, to her relief, no fear or hesitation welled up in her. All the worries
that were present that night preparing for Colby were blessedly absent. Instead, her
chilled bones began to warm as he stepped closer.

“Undress me,” he said, his deep voice like a stroke to her skin.

“Yes, sir.” She lifted her hands to find them shaking ever so slightly and carefully
worked the buttons on his wet dress shirt. She’d already been shamelessly staring
at the ripples and bumps beneath the thin material, but pushing the shirt open and
seeing his naked chest had her tongue pressing to the roof of his mouth.
Sweet baby Jesus
.

As she suspected, he was honed and hard—the exquisite body of an athlete hiding behind
the trappings of a businessman’s attire. A dark smattering of chest hair tracked across
his pecs and narrowed to a line down his abdomen, disappearing below his belt. She
had the urge to lick his damp skin, to taste those flat nipples, and to trace that
line downward. But he hadn’t given her permission, and she knew the rules.

She traced her hands down to his belt buckle, slowly dragging the leather through
the metal, enjoying the way his cock twitched behind the fabric of his pants. Soon
he’d be inside her, laying claim to her. Her sex clenched at the image, her body begging
for what she’d so long imagined. What would it be like to be at his mercy? To give
in to his will? No longer feeling patient, she unfastened his button and pulled down
the zipper, getting onto her knees and pushing his pants and boxer briefs down in
one swift motion.

His cock bobbed free, long and thick and so fucking gorgeous that she almost couldn’t
stop herself from reaching out and caressing the sure-to-be-silky skin. She knew most
women wouldn’t describe a man’s erection as such. But Kelsey couldn’t help but appreciate
the pure primitive beauty of Wyatt’s arousal. Every part of him called to her.

“I like the way you’re looking at me, love.”

“May I touch you?” she asked, a little surprised by the breathlessness in her voice.
Hell, she sounded like one of her subs, desperate and pleading. But she couldn’t bank
her natural reaction to him.

“Yes.”

She rose up on her knees and took him in her hand, the heat of him almost searing
her still-cold hands. He tensed a bit, and she winced, releasing him. “I’m sorry.
My hands . . .”

He threaded his fingers along the back of her damp hair. “Then don’t use your hands.”

He guided her forward and she closed her eyes, dragging her cheek along the length
of him, the smooth warmth sending a ripple of unadulterated desire through her. He
loosened his grip on her, giving her free rein. She nuzzled the trimmed hair at the
base of his cock, his masculine scent like a jolt of adrenaline to her own arousal,
then she dipped down and ran her lips along his sac, earning a deep groan from him.

“Enough, love,” he said, his voice strained. “I promise to give you full access to
explore and taste as you please at some point. But right now, I need something other
than your pretty mouth.”

Reluctantly, she pulled away and lowered back to the floor to tug off his shoes and
socks so she could remove his pants. He took her hand and helped her back to her feet,
then tugged her against him. Steam rolled out from the top of the shower, cascading
around them as he pressed a kiss to her mouth. The chill from their stint in the rain
became more and more of a distant memory as his palms roamed her back and his tongue
worked a slow, sensual dance against hers.

Rain pinged against the skylights, and time seemed to slow as he grabbed the back
of her thighs and lifted her against him, holding her without breaking away from the
kiss. His cock pressed against her belly, and her soft whimper was one of lost desperation.

He pulled back for a moment, his gaze tracing over her face, as if he didn’t quite
believe she was here in his bathroom, naked and wrapped around him. She knew the feeling.
“Water’s ready.”

And so was she. He set her back on her feet and pulled open the shower door. Jets
were blasting from more than one spot, and the main showerhead was directly over top—raining
down like the storm outside. He guided her in, the water blissfully warm against her,
and laid a gentle kiss on her lips.

“I’ll be right back,” he said. “Don’t get started without me.”

“Ha. I don’t know.” She turned into the water. “These showerheads look like they could
be mighty effective. And you did make me wait all week . . .”

He grinned and smacked her ass with a sharp but playful blow that sent water droplets
flying. “I assure you your patience will be well rewarded.”

He slipped out of the bathroom for a few seconds, and she tilted her head back, enjoying
the spray and steam, relishing the fact that she felt so comfortable here with him.
All week she had built up tonight, worrying that things would be awkward or practiced
or formal. Worried that their worlds were too different to ever come together on the
same plane. Worried that all she’d endured last year would come rushing back once
he slipped into the dominant role. But the minute he’d put his hands on her, all those
anxieties had evaporated into a haze of
Oh, yes. This.

Cool palms slid along her waist, startling her for a second. She opened her eyes and
leaned back into Wyatt. “Everything okay?”

He kissed along her shoulder, working his way toward her neck as his hand reached
out and adjusted the cascade of water to a more manageable level. “It’s better now
that I’m in here with you. Just wanted to make sure we had everything we need.”

She glanced at the shelf of shampoo and soap and noticed that he’d added a foil packet
and a bottle of lubricant. “How very thoughtful, Mr. Austin.”

“Mmm.” He grabbed the soap, sudsing his hands, then moved his palms along her ribcage
in slow, methodical circles. His cock pressed against her back, a hot promise. “Is
it wrong that I love hearing you call me that when we’re like this?”

She tipped her head back against his shoulder as his hands made their way up to the
bottom curves of her breasts. He dragged the slippery suds up and over her nipples,
massaging and gently pinching. She groaned as a fresh wave of heat flooded her sex.
“Wrong? No. Dirty? Maybe.”

He chuckled, low and dark.

“And I have to tell you,” she said, arching into his touch. “You’re not going to need
any lube if you keep doing this.”

He pinched her nipples a bit harder, making them go dark pink and hard beneath the
soap suds. “Is that right? You’re that wet for me already?”

“I’ve been wet for you since I left you last week, sir. And even before then.”

A low sound of approval passed his lips, and he traced one hand down her side, finding
his way to the curve of her ass. He backed up a bit, sliding his hand between them
and dragging the soap along her crack. “I don’t think it’s your place to tell me what
I may or may not need to use on you, love.”

Hot goose bumps tightened her skin as his finger found her sensitive back entrance,
teasing lightly. Her knees went liquid, and she couldn’t hold back the soft, achy
gasp.

“See,” he said against her ear, “our training time together is going to be about exploring
you, finding out what buttons get you to make that noise you just did, what I can
tease and reward you with. Plus, I’ve been thinking about this ass way too long to
not touch it now that I have you here.”

The tip of his finger, still slippery with soap, pushed gently inside, sending a wash
of sensation across her nerve endings. Her clit pulsed in time with his ever so slight
movements. Her hand went out in front her, bracing herself against the shower wall—both
to keep herself steady and to stop her from relieving the pressure in her clit. She’d
done anal play a time or two before, but the guys she’d been with had never had any
finesse about it. And by some miracle, Davis hadn’t violated her there. But somehow
Wyatt had instantly distilled her most forbidden and indulgent hot spot. He moved
his other hand between her thighs, gliding over her mound and providing adept pressure.
Then he plunged the fingertip in her backside a little deeper.

She moaned hard then, yearning. She’d gone a week with no orgasm, a week filled with
dirty, delicious Wyatt fantasies. And she’d gone a year without the real thing. She
was feeling every bit of that deprivation now. Her other hand landed on the wall,
fully braced now. Water sluiced over her as she rocked into Wyatt’s dual touch. “Wyatt,
please . . .”

“Come for me, Kelsey,” he commanded, his voice harsh against her ear. “Show me how
bad you fucking want it.”

The effect was instant and overwhelming. She let out a sharp cry that bounced off
the shower tiles and rode his fingers without care or concern for how wanton she must
look. The orgasm was almost painful in its intensity, all the built-up tension bursting
in one explosive moment. Her fingers curled against the hard tile and she called his
name in a long gasping pant, rocking into the sensations, until her head sagged between
her shoulders.

When her cries quieted, he didn’t give her a second to even grab a lungful of oxygen.
He shifted his hands and grasped her waist, turning her in the large shower until
she faced the back wall, which was covered with jets he hadn’t turned on yet. “Lean
forward. Hands back on the wall. Don’t move them unless I tell you.”

She followed his order, flattening her palms against the tile, her chest still rising
and falling with her quick breaths. Her head buzzed with half-formed thoughts, but
she vaguely registered the sound of the foil wrapper over the sound of the water.
A few more dials were turned and the overhead shower went off, but the jets in front
of her came to life. Wyatt adjusted the knobs, lining her up until two smaller jets
hit directly against her nipples. She arched with the awareness.

“Let’s see how effective these really are, shall we?” he said, wickedness in his tone.

He adjusted one more lower knob and the spray of water landed right against her mound,
a breath above her throbbing, sensitive clit. “Oh, Jesus.”

“You don’t get to come again until I do,” he said. “You understand?”

“Yes, sir.” But already she could feel the beginning of another orgasm building. The
first a mere appetizer apparently.

His hands captured her hips, tilting her just so, and then he was spreading her, the
tip of his cock pressing against her entrance. Her body attempted to resist—Wyatt
was big and it’d been a long time for her. But when his stubble brushed over his shoulder
and his lips tickled her ear with a whispered, “Open
for me, love,” all tension seemed to drain from her. He pushed forward, and her body
melted around him like butter over flame.

“Ah, that’s it, beautiful,” he said, his voice pure appreciation. “Christ, you feel
good.”

She bit her lip, her eyes watering with the pleasure of it all and the feel of him
inside her. The lights flickered above them, the storm still raging outside. But it
was no match for the intensity of what was happening inside. Wyatt stayed still behind
her, giving her time to adjust, but the lack of movement was ratcheting up her need
to an almost unbearable level.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Please what, Kelsey?” he challenged in that low, taunting tone. “Tell me.”

She wagged her head like a restless mare, his stillness pushing her to desperation.
“More, sir,
please
.”

“So pretty begging,” he said, grazing her shoulder with his teeth and then sinking
them into her neck. “You want to be fucked? Is that it?”

Wyatt thrust forward, burying himself deep and stretching her until his balls tapped
her skin. A moan vibrated past her throat and her eyelids snapped shut. The sense
of fullness was so fierce, so perfect, she almost came on the spot—the jets holding
her on the brink already. But she clamped her teeth together and forced her eyes back
open.
Focus
. She knew from being on the domme side that delayed gratification could be well worth
it. The longer the tease, the bigger the payoff. But as he pumped forward again, she
wondered if she had the strength to hold off.

She stared at the water sliding over the tiles, trying to cling to her last vestiges
of self-control, but then the lights blinked and the room went black. She gasped in
surprise, but Wyatt didn’t falter. “Ignore it, love. I don’t need light to make you
feel good.”

The walls of the shower flickered with the white lightning flashing through the skylights,
the strobe light effect matching the disorienting feeling of having the man she’d
so long lusted after pumping inside her.

“You know how many times I’ve thought of this, Kelsey? How long I’ve wanted you? How
many times I’ve imagined taking you in the back of your restaurant, lifting up that
sweet little skirt and having you just like this, bent over and at my mercy?”

The words landed hot on her, making her sex clamp around him, aching, begging. The
picture he painted was one that could get her off almost by thought alone.
This
is what he’d been imagining when she’d served him omelets? Had she known that, she
would’ve never been able to get through a shift without ruining her panties. She loved
how dirty and deliciously deviant this seemingly buttoned-up man could be. “I would’ve
let you, sir.”

He gave a harsh grunt and gripped her waist hard, his fingers pressing into her skin
with near bruising strength. Owning. Claiming. He thrust into her, rocking her into
the shower jets. The bottom one was now hitting her clit with every forward thrust.
Wham. Wham. Wham.
Like some relentless hot tongue flicking at her in the dark. Pressure built low and
fast, the stimulation making the ability to form thoughts go haywire.