Laws of Attraction (20 page)

After a short, intense sparring match, he once more had her trapped against him. “Yep,” he drawled silkily. “Really.”

Dallas released her, and she pivoted out of his way. Panting, she turned to face him from several yards away. “Then show me some new moves, cowboy.”

He inclined his head at her retreat. “Your natural survival instincts and Taekwondo training warn you to keep your distance from your opponent. Especially when they’re a lot bigger than you. But as you see by sparring with me, that distance puts you at a disadvantage, how?”

She watched him warily while she analyzed what had just happened. “Because … my reach is way shorter. When I’m at a distance, a larger opponent can strike me, but I have less range and can’t hit him. A huge disadvantage.”

“So turn it into an asset. You’re a Bruce Lee fan. Bruce was smaller than most of his adversaries, what did he do?”

“
Crap
. I can’t believe I never caught that before. Lee moved in
closer
to fight. Thwarting his enemies’ ability to hit him full-force.”

“And created Jeet Kune Do, a unique, extremely effective technique that infused maximum power into compact hits. Which is what I practice. You’re littler, but faster, Mia. And with correct angles, you can pack more force into shorter strikes. You just need to learn to subvert the instinct to back away from danger, and instead move toward your enemy.”

Faster than she could track his fluid movements, he charged. He locked her in a one-armed hold while his other forearm lightly tapped the side of her head, her chin, then across her neck with three rapid-fire mock strikes.

Then he took her down. Landing on top of her in the richly fragrant bluebells, he pinned her wrists on either side of her head. “Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.”

Mia stared into smoky indigo eyes. His heartbeat galloped against hers, his arousal pressing heavily at the juncture of her thighs “Dallas?” she whispered. “Am I your enemy?”

He held her gaze for a roll of thundering heartbeats. “All I know …” he said hoarsely. “Is that you scare the hell out of me.” Then he lowered his head and kissed her.

Hot and silky, Dallas’ tongue stroked into her mouth, challenging her to a sensual sparring match. Rational thought evaporated, replaced by pure sensation.

This man wanted her. Needed her. And she needed him in return.

She arched into him, urging him closer. Kissed him back, welcoming him into her mouth. He released her wrists and his fingers thrust into her hair, sliding beneath to raise her head, taking their connection deeper, faster.

He kissed her forever … until she was dizzy from both oxygen deprivation and sensation overload.

His lips left hers, nibbled a scorching path to her earlobe, where he bit gently, then suckled away the slight sting. His tongue teased inside her ear, retreated to trace the outer shell. When he switched his full attention to the other lobe, molten gold desire streamed through her veins, and she moaned.

Dallas’ hot breath tingled over her skin, wracking her with shivers as his insatiable mouth thoroughly searched out every responsive spot on her neck, pausing to linger at the tender junction of her collarbone. One wide palm cupped first one breast through her blouse, then the other, kneading gently while his thumbs rubbed her nipples to aching hardness.

“Dallas … please.” She didn’t really know what she was asking for, only that she wanted this amazing journey to continue.

His throaty growl inspired a second cascade of shivers up her backbone. Starting at the top, he unbuttoned her blouse. The cool breeze caressed her in tandem with his warm fingers, and even warmer lips, roving over the upper slope of her breasts, down her sternum to her belly. Dallas’ tongue delved below her waistband into her navel, rippling heat strait to her core and making her writhe as he pushed up her skirt.

Callused fingertips stroked the bare skin above her thigh-high stockings. “Open up for me, honey.” Sliding lower, he urged her legs up with her knees bent, his broad shoulders wedging her thighs wide apart. “Mmm.” He rained kisses on the tender flesh of her inner thighs, the graze of his beard an erotic contrast to his satin lips and silky tongue.

Tremors rocked her. She and Dallas were set on an explosive collision course of passions and emotions she didn’t understand.

“Know why I bought you lollipop panties?” Amused, possessive male arousal husked his thickened drawl. The tip of that clever tongue flicked over her panties, flirted with her sensitive cleft through the soft cotton. “I want to eat you up like candy. How many licks, I wonder, to my Mia’s hot, sweet center?”

Mia jerked at the too-intimate touch, reflexively trying to close her legs. But his shoulders prevented it. “No!” she gasped. “I don’t think I want— I’ve never allowed—”

He raised his head. “Okay.” He prowled back up her body until his level gaze held hers. “I’m not going to do anything you’re not ready for.”

Cupping her face, he kissed her, slowly, deeply. When her fists finally unclenched and her breathing again grew rapid with desire, his lips cruised to the hollow of her throat. The front-hook of her bra snapped open. The breeze feathered over her exposed breasts, anticipation tightening her already pebbled nipples nearly to the point of pain.

“All right?” Dallas murmured against her damp skin.

“Ye—
oh
!”

A hot satin tongue swirling over her nipple stole all reason. Taking his time, he playfully licked and caressed. From one breast to the other, his hands and mouth driving her wild with just-not-quite-enough to satisfy.

“
Dallas
!” she demanded.

His lips curved in a smile against the underside of her breast. Then his mouth closed over her nipple and he sucked.

A groan escaped and she tangled her fingers in his hair, holding onto him as liquid pleasure seared sweetly through her center all the way down to her toes. Dallas’ hard thigh slid between her legs, applying delicious pressure to the most sensitive part of her, both easing and amplifying the ache.

He alternately laved and sucked her nipples, heightening the incredible assault on her senses. Awakening her body—and her repressed emotions—to glittering life. Driving her to the edge of insanity. Until her limbs quivered and her breaths sobbed in a throat gone dry.

His weight abruptly lifted and he pulled out of her embrace, leaving her empty and pulsing with need. Mia clenched her teeth on a sharp cry of protest.

“Don’t fret, darlin’.” Dallas’ voice was rough, but his hands gentle as he tugged her panties down and off. “I’m going to take care of you.”

He knelt upright between her legs, again raising her knees and opening her to him. She closed her eyes, beyond caring. Craving only his touch.

“Beautiful,” he rasped. “So perfect.”

Though she yearned for it, the first brush of his fingers over her mound startled her, and she tensed.

“Easy, now.” His deep voice was as slow and sure as his light strokes through her downy curls. “Trust me, Mia.”

“I … I do,” she gasped. She did trust Dallas—as much as she’d ever trusted anyone. The realization left her disoriented and slightly queasy. This was new territory for her.

Callused fingertips traced a tantalizing line along her moist cleft. “And you want this?”

“Y-yes.”

His languid strokes deepened just enough to graze her slick, sensitized inner lips. When Mia’s hips lifted, seeking more, his touch lightened so it was still not quite enough. “You sure?”

“Yes.”

His thumb skated over her clit—a brilliant spark of pleasure. Then stopped. She rotated her hips, but his hand moved in sync to deny her what she so badly needed.

“
Damn you
, Dallas! Stop teasing me!”

His husky laugh intensified the throbbing need. “Yes, ma’am.”

Finally, his thumb pressed inward and rubbed her clit, inciting a fiery rush to every nerve ending.

Her eyelids squeezed more tightly shut and her spine arched.
Yes, yes, a thousand times yes
!

Dallas’ thumb circled in an exquisite dance as his fingers teased the ready entrance to her body. Then one long finger slid slowly inside her, filling, stretching. He withdrew it nearly all the way, then pushed back in, repeatedly gliding over an electric bundle of nerves deep inside that flooded her core with liquid flame. His thumb rubbed faster, in a shattering rhythm with his thrusting finger.

Burning pressure built. Spiraling. Coiling. Mia caught her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down against the cry that wanted to escape. Every muscle strained tight and shaking.

Begging for release, yet fighting the ultimate, final surrender.

“Mia, look at me.” Dallas’ dark demand forced her eyes open. His pupils were dilated, his irises midnight fire, passion staining his cheekbones. “Let it out. Let go.”

She wanted to, more than anything. Dallas McQuade made her feel exhilaratingly, wholly uninhibited. In his arms, she forgot everything she’d thought so important. Being with him made her question everything she thought she’d wanted.

She wanted to give him
everything
.

Smothering fear crashed over Mia, chilling her to the bone.

Everything
?
All she was, all she had
?

God, she was laying there in front of him in bright daylight with her blouse and bra open, her skirt pushed up, arms and legs splayed wide. Every intimate part of her bared to his gaze, his fingers inside her. Physically and emotionally exposed. His to command.

Completely vulnerable.

She froze, unable to move, lungs refusing to expand.

“Breathe, Mia.” One of Dallas’ warm hands rested on her rigid belly, his palm pressing lightly to intensify the other hand’s internal stroking. Fierce blue eyes compelled her to give in. “Relax and let me take you there.”

Chest heaving, trembling violently, she shook her head. “I— I c-can’t.”

“Sure you can, honey,” he coaxed. “You’re so close.” His finger inside her went still, his thumb slowing to brush her clit in an enticingly sweet seduction. “You’re trying too hard. Overthinking it. Just feel.”

“Stop. Dallas,
stop
.”

“Okay. It’s your call.” His fingers gently withdrew. He pulled down her skirt and then moved to lay beside her. She didn’t resist when he gathered her into his arms, because it was easier to roll on her side and hide her face in his shirt than face the shame of looking him in the eye.

His palm rubbed her stiff, trembling back. “Mia, it’s all right.”

“No it’s not,” she muttered. The fact that he was still brutally aroused against her made this feel like even more of a disaster. She’d left both of them hanging.

She slid her hand down between them. “But I can give you—”

He caught her wrist. “Nope.”

“Seems like the least I can do after throwing cold water in your face.”

“Hey, an unrequited boner’s not the end of the world,” he said evenly.

“I should’ve known better.”

“It happens on occasion, okay? Sometimes the body just loses the mood.”

If he’d gotten mad, she’d have known how to respond. But his understanding bewildered her. How tolerant could one man
be
? How long before the dam finally broke?

He wouldn’t hurt her, but he could—and should—get royally pissed-off at her continually putting him in untenable situations. “Dallas, I’m—”

“Mia Elaine Linden …” His lips brushed the top of her head. “If you apologize to me right now, I swear, I
will
shoot you.”

For reasons she couldn’t fathom, his good-humored acceptance of her flaws brought stinging dampness to her eyes.

Oh no
. What was
wrong
with her lately? Until she’d met Dallas, she hadn’t cried since first grade. She’d been taught, and taught well, that crying was a weakness.

Bursting into tears now would complete her humiliation.

She forced down the lump in her throat. “Listen, you should know, what happened … or rather, what
didn’t
happen … isn’t about you. You were … it was … um … extremely pleasurable. More than ever before.” She barreled through the confession before she lost her nerve. She owed him at least this much. “But I don’t— I’ve never … um … really had an— At least I don’t think I have—”

He’d gone very still. “Mia? Are you trying to tell me you’ve never come?”

“Yes. I mean no. I … haven’t.”

“
Never
?”

“Not ever.”

“Not even by yourself?”

A flush scalded her to the roots of her hair. “What kind of question is that?”

“Everybody flies solo, whether they’ll admit it or not.”

“Do you?”

“Yep.”

His matter-of-fact candor astonished and disarmed her. And the mental picture threatened to render her speechless. Maybe her libido wasn’t totally on ice after all. “Oh. Wow. Um … no. I mean, I have tried … but I don’t. Ah …
crap
. Come.”

“You have a tough time even talking about it. Why do you think that is?”

“Well …” His serious question startled her. She’d never stopped to analyze, had merely accepted her inability to orgasm as part of her repressed nature. “I went to an all-girls parochial school, and sex wasn’t something we were even supposed to think about, much less discuss. Strictly off-limits. And …” She bit her lip. “You know about the other thing.”

His body tensed. “Mia, did the man who beat you sexually abuse you?”

“No.
No
, nothing like that. I just have difficulty with trust in every area. Especially intimacy.”

“Understandable.” He stroked her hair. “Was it Paul Grayson who hit you?”

She jerked. “I don’t want to talk about him. I don’t want to talk about any of it.”

Dallas sighed heavily. “And there’s your problem.”

She wrenched out of his arms, scrambled to her feet without looking at him. “I’m going to take a shower. See you back at the house.” Despising her cowardice, she fled. Leaving her panties—and her dignity—laying in the crumpled flowers.

* * *

In the kitchen, Dallas snatched cans of tomatoes and black beans out of the cupboard and slammed them onto the island in preparation to make the infamous McQuade family five-alarm chili. One of the few things he could cook. He’d rather have stayed at the firing range, blasting through the rest of his ammo—blasting away his blood-boiling, body-shaking rage. But he didn’t want to leave Mia alone.