Dangerous Kisses (Siren Publishing Classic) (15 page)

She shrugged it off, picked up her drink for a sip, and fed more quarters into the machine. She had come here for a distraction, not to think about Paul’s murder, and, damn it, that was exactly what she was going to get for her twenty bucks.

* * * *

Drake watched the sun set over the beach as he drove down the Biloxi strip, hating the way the elaborate buildings and flashing neon signs obstructed the view. A few years ago, he could cruise down the strip and look at nothing but sand and saltwater for as far as his eyes could see. Biloxi had been beautiful then with its historic homes and year-round summertime feel. The casinos had taken it all away, replacing nearly every inch of the strip with massive structures, showy lights, and money-hungry people.

But they won’t take the aquarium’s end of the beach.

He had spent hours with Marie in Paul’s office, talking out ideas, going over costs, predicting the return his investment would yield for all the parties involved. Marie had agreed to more than he had hoped for, finding loopholes in the financial records that would put the facility on better financial ground even if one of her partners decided to pull out once she informed them of her decision to hold onto the place after all.

The woman was a wiz with money, smarter with the business angle than he had given her credit for. By the time they had decided to call it a day, she had been happy, excited, and ready to bring the partners in on their new plans.

Drake slowed for a traffic light, quickly judged the distance as too close to stop, and punched the gas pedal, glancing in his rearview mirror for any cops that might be behind him. The thought of a cop naturally sent his mind straight to thinking about Megan. She had been gone by the time he and Marie wrapped up their business for the day. Not that he had expected her to wait for him. She had her own things to do, her own life to live. He fully intended for that life to include him again, at least for the rest of the night.

He lifted his hips off the seat as he drove, dug his cell phone from his pocket, and called Megan. She answered on the third ring.

“Are you busy?” he asked by way of a greeting. Sounds of bells ringing and arcade style music filled the line before her sultry voice answered.

“I’m about to push my last four quarters into this video poker machine. What about you?”

“Driving home.”

“What happened with Marie?”

“Let’s just say she overturned her decision. I’ll fill you in on the deets later.”

“Really? That’s incredible.”

Drake grinned as he turned off the strip onto the road that would lead him to his house. “Yeah, it is. Are you drunk?”

She made a raspberry sound that made him chuckle. “Not even close. I’ve been here for, hmm, about four hours and have only had two sex on the beaches. Why?”

“According to my calculations, you’ve only had one sex on the beach, but we’ll change that some other time.”

Her giggle flowed through the line, caressed his system, and stroked his already stiffening cock. “Will we, now?”

“Not tonight. I have something else in mind. Meet me at my place.”

“Why your place? Mine is closer.”

“Ah, but mine is more fun.”

Silence filled the line for a heartbeat, sexual tension suddenly palpable in the cellular waves. “Something tells me I’m about to find trouble.”

“You’ll enjoy it. I’ll make sure of it.” A whip of anticipatory heat slashed at his balls, sending stings of torture through his shaft. “Do you need directions?”

She hesitated, and, when she spoke again, her tone sounded guarded, slightly unsure. “You aren’t going to let me say no, are you?”

“You can say no.” Drake pulled into his driveway, shut off the engine, but didn’t get out of his truck. “As a matter of fact, before you say yes, you need to know that once you step through the door of my house, you belong to me.”

She already belongs to you.

He wasn’t so sure about that, but he had given up on trying to figure things out, on attempting to silence the voice telling him this thing between them had already turned into far more than a fling. He had expected her to want more, but damn if she hadn’t turned the tables on him. He was falling for her, head over tennis shoes, and fuck if he could stop it.

“Do I get a safe word?” Her voice wobbled a bit, from excitement or trepidation he wasn’t quite sure. He could work with either one.

“You won’t need one.” He had a feeling she wouldn’t want one. A few hours of having her body at his disposal and that inner demon she kept so carefully in check would be screaming for more.

“Give me directions.”

* * * *

Megan didn’t know what she would be stepping into once she entered Drake’s house, but the erotic possibilities compelled her to knock. He opened the door wearing a pair of shorts that rode low on his narrow hips, a devious smile, and nothing else. She realized this was the first time she had seen him shirtless in full light. Her attention fell on corrugated abs and a chest so hard she had tough time tearing her eyes away.

She swallowed hard. “Hi.”

His grin stretched, his eyes instantly heating to boiling. “Hi.” He reached for her hand, pulled her inside, and didn’t let her go. He kicked the front door closed as he yanked her against him, capturing her mouth in a punishing kiss that sent her mind straight to ecstasy island.

Jesus, the man could kiss. He didn’t waste any time. He drove his tongue into her mouth and consumed her with a steamy passion that had fiery embers of carnal lust and stimulation raining through her system to lick at her rapidly swelling nipples, to caress her slickening pussy. He delved a hand in the back of her hair, fisted the strands, and held her head in place as he fucked her mouth, assuming control of her very breath.

You gave him that control the moment you stepped inside.

He had warned her she would, that she would belong to him if she came here. What he didn’t realize was that she already belonged to him. She couldn’t keep her distance from this, knew she wouldn’t be able to walk away from him without being fully destroyed. Somehow, she had unknowingly given him command of more than her body, but it was too late to fix that now. She could only glue the pieces back together when the end finally came.

“Are you hungry?” he asked huskily, pulling her head back just enough that his breath fanned her lips, heating the moisture that dampened them from his kiss.

“Not for food.” What she craved was another of those mind-altering kisses, to be skin to skin with him, to feel his hands roam her body, to be possessed by him.

He released his hold on her hair and put a fraction of distance between them. “Good. Strip for me.”

Megan glanced around, getting her first quick look at his house. They stood in a small entryway with an open view of the living room, of the parted curtains on the windows and the neighbor’s uncovered window. She had noticed the houses in his neighborhood were built close together. So close she figured she could reach an arm out that living room window and almost shake hands with his neighbor.

A sinister spark sizzled through her veins. “Here? Aren’t you afraid your neighbors might see?”

He lifted a brow, his expression starkly sexual and full of wicked promise. “My neighbor is a single woman not much older than we are. At this moment, she is probably sitting on her sofa facing that window watching every move we make. Let’s give her something to think about later. Strip for me,” he ordered again. His tone was harder this time, more demanding and left her no room for argument.

Megan took a deep breath that shuddered when she exhaled. She locked her gaze with his, crossed her forearms as she reached for the hem of her T-shirt, and pulled it up and over her head. She licked her lips nervously as his gaze dropped from hers to her breasts. She reached behind her back with one hand, unfastened the clasp of her bra, then ran her fingers under the shoulder straps, slowly guiding it down her arms to fall to the floor.

“Damn, that’s beautiful.” He touched her, the lightest caress of his fingertip to her flesh, tracing the outline of her hardened left nipple until it screamed to be fondled, sucked, and pinched.

The sensation traveled from her breast on a direct line to her pussy, and her pussy lips contracted, longing for an echoing touch.

“Your nipples are hard.” He flicked his thumb over the swollen bud, and a moan bubbled in her throat. “Continue,” he said, his tone so hot and rough it abraded her flesh. “Are you wet for me, too?”

Megan didn’t answer as she unfastened the button on her shorts, the sound of the zipper reverberating through the sexually charged atmosphere as she lowered it. She hooked her fingers around the waistband of her shorts, catching the thin strip of her lace panties on her hips, and pushed both to her ankles. She toed off her tennis shoes, kicked her shorts and panties aside, then met his gaze once more, her flesh heating as his attention moved over every inch of her now-naked body.

“You are.” He took a deep breath. “I can smell you, the sweet, warm scent of your juices. Answer me, Megan. I want to hear you say it. Tell me you’re creaming for me.”

“I am.” She bit her bottom lip, trying to tamp down the flush of embarrassment the admission caused her. “I’m wet for you.”

He dragged his gaze up to meet hers. “What did you think about on your drive over here?”

“You. This.”
What you planned to do to me. How far I would let you go.

She didn’t voice those answers. She already knew whatever he had planned, she would let him do it. She would let him go as far as he wanted and then some because she wanted it, wanted him with every naughty, soul-consuming part of her being.

“This is only the beginning.”

Her heart skipped a beat at the dark promise in his statement and the steady heat in his gaze.

“Turn around and face the window.”

Megan turned slowly, her attention falling on that window, her eyes narrowing as she attempted to peer through it. She didn’t see anyone there. She highly doubted the woman he told her about was really watching. The idea of being watched, however, added another level of eroticism to the act.

He closed the distance between them, pressing his back to hers as his arms came around her. She melted into the solid wall of his chest, absorbing the heat from his body into her already-flaming flesh. He covered her left breast with one hand as he skimmed the palm of his other hand down her front to dip between her legs.

“Have I told you how much this really turns me on?” he asked against the side of her neck.

For a moment, she wasn’t sure what he was talking about. Then his fingers glided over her smooth pussy lips. He caught one side between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the slickened flesh between his fingertips, applying just enough pressure to have her writhing in his embrace.

“I love a bare pussy, smooth, wet lips. Mmm.” She felt the sound reverberate through his chest against her back. “I want to see them swollen. I want to see them pouting for my cock.”

He slipped a finger between her folds, raked the tip of his thumbnail over her clit, and her hips bucked reflexively, urgently seeking more. He turned her, his hand on her breast moving to the back of her shoulder. He glided that hand down her spine.

“Put your hands on the door.”

She did as he told her, her body trembling with need and anticipation as the heat in her pussy grew claws.

He used the hand on her pussy to pull her lower body toward him, pushing her upper body forward with the hand on her back. That hand moved lower, his palm caressing her ass. One finger slipped between her ass cheeks, the tip grazing over her anus and her muscles flexed, her breath catching in her throat.

“I told you I would be the one to put the toy in here.” His finger circled the forbidden opening in slow but pressured turns that made her close her eyes and struggle to keep breathing.

Oh, God.
She knew what he meant, what he intended to do. Tracks of fear blazed from her ass to her pussy, slamming with desire and heightening her senses. She wanted this. It terrified her, but she wanted it.

“Drake.” His name left her lips on a plea or question. She couldn’t be sure and couldn’t find the sanity to care. Her body trembled with a reckless desire only he could satisfy.

The hand left her ass, and she felt him lean over, heard him fumble with something on the small table next to the front door.

“This might be a little cold at first.” His hand returned to her ass, the side of it skimming over her butt cheeks. He pulled his other hand from her pussy and used his fingers to spread her cheeks wide.

Megan gulped, searing heat and dark anticipation capturing her mind until she could only focus on his hands, on what he was about to do. He had obviously planned this, staged the scene by making sure he had the items he needed close at hand.

“I’m going to lube your tight little ass, Megan.” His actions mirrored his words as he squeezed the cold gel onto her heated flesh and began to slowly massage it in. His finger eased in her anus and her fingers dug into the unyielding door. Her hips jerked back involuntarily, the movement drawing his finger deeper inside her ass. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?”