Desired (4 page)

“Yes.” She shivered.

Erasing the distance between them, he dragged his nose down her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of lilacs. “I want you, Ella. I want to touch you right here, right now.” Boldly, he reached for her hand and placed it on his engorged cock. “Do you feel how much I want you?”

Her eyes became hooded, and she whispered, “Yes.”

He tangled his fingers into her hair and groaned when she rubbed her hand across his erection. He kissed her neck, licking over her hammering pulse. “Tell me to stop and I will.” At her silence, he closed his fist in her hair, tugging gently. She gasped, and that feminine noise shot straight to his groin. “Tell me.”

Her cheeks flushed and lips parted, all but begging for his mouth. “Don’t stop.”

Of course he had suspected she’d say yes, but how compatible were they? He didn’t mind vanilla sex, but he loved kink. Unless she did, too, and out of respect for Aidan, he wouldn’t proceed past these simple touches. “You want me to touch you right here on the boat dock?”

She tensed. “What if someone sees us?”

“What if they do? Would that bother you?” He tugged on the strands of her hair, keeping
her under his command. “Or would that excite you? Would it turn you on to know there are others close by and they might see us?”

Her face flushed deep in color, but her gaze screamed yes at him. “Possibly.”

“Ah, I like that answer.” He yanked his feet out of the water and shifted backward to rest his legs on the dock, and then he pulled her onto his lap.

Straddling his waist, she wrapped her arms around his neck. With pure need to touch her, to be closer to her, he crushed his mouth against hers. Kissing her swiftly and passionately, his tongue pulled at those lovely desires of hers.

By the time he stopped kissing her, his body was tense and greedy to take this woman deeper into pleasure. She melted under his lips and gave herself over to him beautifully. He bit back the need to demand more.

Leaving his fingers tangled in the back of her fishtail braid, he stared into her hooded eyes. He had to be cautious with her, though that didn’t mean through his testing of her he couldn’t offer her pleasure.

If she ended up being the submissive, and he thought she could be, he didn’t intend for her to go home alone tonight. If she wasn’t capable of going deeper into his erotic world, then he’d only have kissed her, and what was the harm in that?

“Put your feet flat next to my legs.” Once she complied, her knees pressed tightly together in front of his chest, he ran his hands down the smooth sides of her thighs. “Spread those legs, Ella. I want to touch you.” At her pause, he arched a brow. “Does that make your nervous?”

“No, of course not.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m always in the habit of spreading my legs for men in public.”

He chuckled.
Sweet and sassy, very nice
.

Holding her gaze, he offered her another test. “Can you push past those nerves knowing that I’ll give you pleasure?”

She glanced over his shoulder and her eyebrows rose. She’d clearly noticed the party was still in full swing, considering the music from the band drifted along the warm air. She’d likely also realized that they weren’t all that far away, either. People could easily see them.

Ella shivered, telling Kyler she liked the idea.

She was a little kinky.

Excellent
.

When her smoldering gaze returned to his, she said softly, “I’ve never done this before.”

“Done what?”

“Had someone touch me in public”—her cheeks blushed bright red—“or really had sex with anyone I wasn’t dating.”

He leaned back, watching her closely. He’d placed the distance between them to teach her how this worked. He wouldn’t go further if she didn’t comply. “Well, this is my first time wanting to touch a woman on a boat dock.” He grinned at yet another blush of her cheeks. “Besides, I don’t believe I said I wanted to have sex with you. I said I wanted to touch you.”

She chuckled nervously. “Is there a difference?”

“Of course there is. If I were fucking you, you wouldn’t be able to talk.”

She squirmed, rubbing herself against his hardened length. A harsh zing whipped through him, flexing his muscles. He fisted his hands against the dock, doing everything in his power not to reach for her. “Do that again.”

Pressing her hands against his shoulders, she shifted her hips, and he groaned. No matter how much she melted under his touch, it seemed to have the same effect on him. Fuck, she was a little vixen of sexual heat. He wanted her writhing beneath him. “Again,” he growled.

She swirled her hips against him, igniting a groan from low in his chest. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and rocked harder against him.

Goddamn Aidan
.

If not for his friend’s warning, he’d have Ella in his hotel room, driving deep inside her until they both roared out in climax. But Aidan was a good friend, and a Club Sin Master he respected. Aidan’s advice was to be taken seriously. Kyler wouldn’t go further until he knew this thing, whatever it was, could develop into something past tonight.

Test her
.

He lifted an eyebrow. “I’m waiting for you to spread your legs, Ella.”

She watched him intently, then the worry faded from her features. Whatever she’d mentally worked out reflected on her firm expression, and she slowly spread her knees apart.

He sat up straighter, blocking the view from anyone behind him. “Ah, there you go.” He ran his hands over her soft thighs. “Isn’t that lovely.” Pushing her skirt higher onto her thighs, he relished the way her breathing quickened and tickled his face.

Sliding his touch to her inner thigh, he inched his way higher. When he brushed his thumb over her engorged clit over the top of her panties, her eyes fluttered closed.
Oh, yeah, been a while since she’s been touched
.

He swirled her bundles of nerves, and her head dropped forward on a soft moan. The sensual sound had his cock flexing. He rubbed the bud again, and she lifted her head and her gaze scored him. With every swirl over her clitoris, her eyes widened just a bit more.

She mesmerized him.

Never, in all the submissives he’d played, had any of them had such a sensitive clit. Or maybe she was just that aroused around him. Either way, it made Kyler keep working the bundle of nerves to fuel her pleasure.

Her breath started hitching and hard quakes shook her. He grunted against the surge of dominance overtaking him. She responded with perfection under his command—totally in tune with him. Shit, to his complete surprise, he realized she was going to break apart in his arms, right there on the boat dock.

And she did—just like that.

With a final push on her clit, she quivered and moaned. Wrapping her arms tight around his neck, she rubbed herself against his cock, and her groans through her climax brushed against his ear.

When her breathing returned to normal, he slid his thumb lower over her panties, finding them damp. His groin tightened as he wanted to slip his finger inside her and increase the moisture.

As she leaned away from him, he stared at her flushed face and lowered her skirt over her thighs. Locked in her gaze, his soul reached for her. If he knew anything, it was that he hadn’t had enough of this woman.

He might not know what she ate for breakfast or what type of sheets she had on her bed, but he wanted to. Because she responded to him like she’d been made for him, he wanted to know those things and more. A woman who reacted this forcefully to him needed to be played with. He’d not let someone this beautiful in her responses walk away from him.

Tonight, he’d get deep inside her.

Tomorrow, he’d take her on a date.

He gathered her in his arms, pushed off the dock, and rose. His cock begged for her slick
heat, throbbing and aching. He placed her on her feet and took her hand. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Oh my God, my legs are jelly,” she said with a loud laugh, yanking against his hand. “Wait. Where are we going?”

He glanced over his shoulder and a slow burn crackled into him. “Being the groomsman came with the perk of getting a hot tub on the balcony in my suite. We’re going to grab a bottle of wine and then take advantage of Aidan’s generosity.”

“But I don’t have a bathing suit.”

The pretty look she gave him nearly had him sending her to her knees and not giving a shit who witnessed him taking her from behind. Her gaze focused entirely on him and sizzled, and he nearly choked on his groans. He’d thought she’d been stunning while aroused, but after climax her beauty was all-consuming.

Though her mouth might voice her hesitation, her body leaning into him said something else entirely. He closed the distance, pressing his hard cock against her stomach. “You just came in my arms, sweetheart.” Brushing his thumb over her pouty mouth, he arched an eyebrow. “The point is moot. Even if you did have a bathing suit, you wouldn’t be in it for long.”

Ten minutes later, Ella entered the sleek modern suite that had cherrywood furniture decorating the small living room. Kyler’s suite was much nicer than her mediocre hotel room. Near the French doors leading out to the balcony was a king-size bed with a gorgeous white duvet and silver pillows, as well as a black folded blanket on the end of the bed.

Take the lavishness of the suite, matched with the man walking in front of her, and Ella decided she’d entered a fantasy—a dream that she never wanted to wake up from. She kicked off her heels at the door, and her sore feet thanked her. Beauty came with a price. Her feet usually paid most of it.

The breeze fluttered the long, black curtains as Kyler vanished through the door. She hurried after him to journey outside. Taking in her surroundings, she noted the same patio set furnished at the wedding were around the small garden. Lush greenery surrounded the hot tub, and the whole view looked picture perfect.

Time to start pinching myself
.

Kyler turned to her with a grin, and all sorts of unfamiliar tingles sped through her.
This man … that smile … damn …

He placed the bottle of wine and glasses on the table next to the hot tub, and a rush of nerves kept pace with the arousal. Could she do this? Strip off her clothes with a perfect stranger and go into the hot tub?

She never did anything like this. Passion had never been a huge part of her relationships in the past. When she neared the table, her steps faltered before she stopped dead. Kyler removed his bow tie, and his gaze never left hers, nor did his smile fade as he undressed, just that easily. As if he’d been naked with strangers many times.

Maybe he’s a nudist
.

“Don’t be shy,” he said softly.

She held her breath when he dropped his pants and his boxer briefs.
Jesus. H. Christ!

He stood in all his naked glory and asked with a low voice, “Do you like what you see?”

Blowing out the air stuck in her lungs, she scanned over his squared chest to his six—no,
eight-pack—then her focus lowered to the sexy
V
at his waist. He had a tattoo of a black dragon on his forearm, and she stared at it, as it seemed familiar. But her attention quickly snapped to his erect cock.

She swallowed the added moisture in her mouth. His cock was thick and long, and impressive. Lifting her gaze to his eyes, she managed, “You look …
good
.”

“I will like what I see just as much. No need to worry.” He turned to the wineglasses, popped off the cork, and started filling the glasses.

Ella outright gawked.

In pants, his ass looked good. Out of pants, her fingers twitched to feel his muscles flexing as he thrust into her. Thoughts raced through her, as did hesitations. How did he undress so easily, as if getting nude in front of others was an everyday occurrence? She openly gaped at his masculine beauty and jolted under the assault of the wicked images invading her mind.

She might be uneasy.

She also wanted him.

One night of fun—do this!

While she could allow her nervousness to overtake her, she refused to go there. She straightened her spine, reminding herself of the rule she’d set in place the night she’d left Savannah. She’d never have believed a radio show would alter her life in such a big way, but it had.

For six months, live your life like you’re going to die at the end of it
. That had been the challenge. Such a funny thing to listen to, but the challenge had spoken to her and she had asked herself,
How different would I live if I thought I had only six months left?
That day, sitting in her car outside of work, it’d taken her only minutes to realize she’d live her life differently.

She craved boldness—to not think of what-ifs or what could be, and simply do everything she wished without regret. Maybe she had needed to hear the challenge to gain strength, or maybe it was all just crazy, but she’d mentally accepted the dare.

That very day she’d quit her job. That night she’d gone home—with a police escort—and packed all that was left of her belongings and headed for Vegas. If she had only six months to live, would she want to spend her days in the same city as Rory?
No
. If she had only those months left, would she do something so crazy as move to Sin City?
Yes
.

She smiled, thinking about how much the decision had changed her life. After she had
moved into a total dive to get away from Rory, with only a small suitcase of her personal belongings, for six long months she’d been miserable. Now, four months later, she stood in Nevada with a drop-dead-gorgeous naked man.

Not just any man—a man made of every fantasy she could’ve dreamed up. If she had only two more months left to live, would she get into the hot tub and see where this naughty adventure would take her?

Damn right I would
.

With the thought solidified in her mind, she gazed over the firm lines of Kyler’s masculine body. She wasn’t blind to the fact that everything he did seemed to be geared in a way that made her act first. As though he wouldn’t do more unless she outright showed she wanted it.