Savage Betrayal: Savage, Book 2 (22 page)

“Chicken,” she whispered, needing to put space between them.

He nuzzled her neck again before arching a brow. “Are you calling me a chicken?”

“No, I mean I need to make the dinner.”

“Hmm. I must not be doing this right if you’re still thinking about dinner.”

A reluctant smile tugged at her lips. “Not too original there, buddy. I believe I used that line on you this morning.”

“You used more than a line on me.” His heated gaze slid to her mouth.

Her heart did a backflip at the reminder. “You’re awfully naughty.”

“You have no idea. But you will before the night is over.” He stepped back, releasing her from where she’d been pinned between him and the counter. “Go make your chicken.”

“You’ve still got mashed potato duty.” Even though her lies left a bitter taste in her throat, her pulse had begun racing again as she slid quickly past him. This time, when his hand fell on her ass in a light slap, she wasn’t quite as shocked.

No, it pretty much just made her realize that dinner was going to be quite the roadblock between now and the bedroom.

Darrius carried his plate to the sink, his gaze sliding over the curves of Grace’s backside.

“You don’t need to do those. We can get them in the morning.”

She gave a stiff shrug, and her voice wasn’t quite steady. “I prefer to do them now.”

Taking the plate from her, he noticed the way her hands trembled slightly.

The tension in her shoulders and the way she averted her eyes was just another indication that she was nervous.

She had to be thinking about it. Thinking about how any minute now he’d make good on his promise and carry her off to the bedroom.

And in reality, he was damn closing to doing it. Frustration and desire warred inside him, both fighting to be the dominant emotion.

He wanted to trust her, but his gut instinct told him not to. She was lying to him again. What the hell was she hiding and why couldn’t she trust him enough to confide in him?

Maybe she didn’t trust him enough to share her secrets, but by the end of the night she’d trust him with her body.

Darrius caught her wrist, squeezing just enough until she loosed her grip on the plate and let it fall into the sink.

“Tomorrow,” he repeated firmly. “Right now you have other responsibilities.”

A shiver ran through her and she shook her head. “Darrius…”

“I know you’re nervous, sugar, but I’m done waiting.” He cupped her hip and turned her around. “So unless you’re having second thoughts…”

“I’m not.” Her words were almost a whisper, while her eyes shone with a mix of heat and anxiety. “I want this.”

“Good.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. “I have a request for you.”

“And that is?”

“I’m in control.”

He waited for her immediate refusal, or the roadblock of protests. Grace was a strong woman and liked to go toe to toe with a man. She’d already indicated she didn’t want to be seen as the weaker sex. What if she was the one who usually took control in the bedroom?

He sensed she might be willing to hand over the reins sexually. Grace had impeccable control over her life and maybe felt the pressure of it. She might not be willing to give up that status in everyday life, but maybe in the bedroom…

“You weren’t kidding about that dominating thing,” she finally muttered, but there was a flash of excitement in her eyes, and a subtle shift in her breathing that he couldn’t help but notice.

He didn’t answer, just waited for her to make her choice, though he suspected his instinct was right.

“Okay, you’re in charge. But this stays between us.”

“You know it will.” Triumph seared through his blood, and he made no effort to hide the small curve of his lips.

The idea of Grace giving up control had his cock twitching beneath his slacks. He took a step backward.

“Take off your blouse.”

Her eyes widened slightly and her mouth opened as if she were about to protest or question him. She closed it again and reached up to undo the first button.

Her nails were short and unadorned with paint, but watching those delicate fingers push each button free from the hole had his blood heating.

Finally she tugged the blouse open and he dropped his gaze to her chest covered by a satiny white bra.

Take this slow, he told himself and drew in a steady breath.

“And now the bra.”

No hesitation this time, she just reached behind her and deftly unhooked it. After pulling it free from her body, she let it fall to the floor.

He half expected her to reach up and cover herself, but she stared straight at him. Even though she was giving him control, her chin was lifted and her eyes shone with a bit of defiance.

His lips quirked. He’d wear that down. Maybe it would be when he spanked her amazing ass, or perhaps she’d hold out until he was going down on her and she was screaming his name again.

But for now…

He allowed himself to look over the temptation she’d just revealed.

Small, round breasts crowned with tight, berry-colored nipples had his mouth watering.

Reaching out, he cupped one in his hand. Pinching the nipple between two fingers, he tugged lightly and was rewarded by her cry of surprise.

“So pretty.” He stepped close enough to her so that he could lean his head down to draw a nipple between his lips.

Grace whimpered, her hands reaching for his shoulders. “Darrius.”

Wanting complete, uninhibited access to her, he took her hands and placed them on the counter behind her instead.

“Stay like that,” he commanded before drawing her breast to his mouth again.

“Okay.” The single word was another whisper, laden with arousal. Surrender.

He caught a nipple between his teeth, tugging lightly, while twisting the other between his fingers. The taste of her combined with the small, anxious noises she began to make went straight to his head. Not to mention his dick.

Abandoning one breast, he reached down to free himself from his pants. He wrapped his fingers around himself and stroked, bringing himself to further hardness while alternating which nipples he sucked.

Grace began to arch her back, pressing her breasts further against his mouth. At one point she almost reached for him, and then placed her hands back on the counter.

So hot. Having her like this, being submissive, was so fucking hot.

Darrius dragged his mouth from her and drew in a ragged breath.

“Take off your pants and panties, and then turn around.”

This time she didn’t immediately move to obey, and he looked up to see color staining her cheeks.

He arched a brow, waiting to see if she’d defy him now, but her lashes fell and she fumbled to unfasten her pants.

She eased the black slacks down her legs, and then the tiny, silky white thong he couldn’t have predicted. Grace was so professional, so determined not to flaunt her feminine side, and here she was wearing a bra and panty set that looked like it belonged on a lingerie model.

She stepped out of the rest of the clothes and kicked them to the side before hesitantly meeting his stare.

“Turn around,” he reminded her softly.

“Oh. Right.” She nodded, a jerky movement, and her gaze glittered with excitement and arousal.

Moving quickly to obey, she turned her back to him, placing her palms flat on the counter.

Darrius let his gaze rove down the seductive trail of her spine, to the heart-shaped ass that was toned and yet fleshy enough to be sexy.

He slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her back just enough so she bent forward and her bottom stuck out.

“Good girl.” As he moved his hand down her stomach, he felt it tighten and the quiver.

When he reached her mound, he took just a moment to cup it before he plunged his fingers into the slick folds below.

Grace cried out sharply, and her body clenched around his fingers.

Fuck. She was so tight. So wet.

“You’re all slick.” He moved his fingers in and out of her, using her breathy cries as an indicator of her pleasure. “I think you like giving up control.”

She didn’t answer, and he gave a soft laugh. Right before he used his free hand to lay a swat on her bottom.

“
Oh.
” Her body jerked and she tried to cast him a look over her shoulder. “What was that for?”

“I don’t need a reason to smack your ass, sugar.” He landed another swat on her cheek and felt her body squeeze his fingers tighter. “Do you like it?”

“Hate it.”

Another laugh erupted from him and he shook his head. “The hell you do. I could take you right now, your body is so ready for me.”

She made a soft throaty laugh and pressed her bottom back against his erection.

“So why don’t you?”

He was damn close to doing it, but he needed to taste her again. Needed to watch her lose control—to completely surrender to him. She held back still, he could sense it. She played his game, but she still held back mentally.

Before she could react, he’d deftly turned her around again so her back was against the counter.

“Because I’m going to lick you first.”

Her answering whimper was all anticipation and fear.

“Keep your hands on the counter.” He sank to his knees in front of her, then lifted one leg and placed her foot on his shoulder.

With her body exposed and open to him, he breathed in the intoxicating scent of her. Closing his eyes, he flicked his tongue out for the first sensual taste.

“Oh God.” She gasped and he glanced up from between her legs to see her head thrown back and her eyes closed. “Maybe we don’t need to do this part,” she said raggedly.

Amusement lanced through his need. She was still trying to keep control, must’ve realized she was dangerously close to losing it.
Good.

He found the spot on her that was guaranteed to make her lose control and went in for the kill.

But the more he tormented her and brought her closer to that ultimate surrender, the more he risked losing his own control.

His body was rock hard and it took everything within him not to stand up and take her. Lift her up, wrap her legs around his waist, and then bury himself into her sweet body. Damn, how long had he been wanting this? Wanting her?

“Darrius.” She cried out his name, not once, but over and over again as her foot dug into his shoulder and her sex ground against his face.

He didn’t ease up, but licked her faster. Deeper. Not sure whether he was doing this for her pleasure or his own now. The tightening of her body coincided with her sharp scream as she fell into the ultimate climax.

With lightning-quick movements, he rose to his feet and swept her into his arms before her body began to crumple to the ground.

“I’ve got you.” He adjusted her flushed and trembling body in his arms, and she buried her face against his chest.

Were those tears at the corner of her eyes? He couldn’t be certain as he carried her down the hall to her bedroom.

After kicking the door closed, he crossed the thick beige carpet to lay her down on the queen-sized bed. She rested on her back, one arm above her head and the other tracing her stomach. Her eyes were a brilliant, glacial blue that was barely visible through hooded lids.

While stripping the rest of his clothes from his body, he stared down at her. His erection had reached the painfully hard state, and his mind was reduced to a feverish mantra of how much he needed her.

Initially he’d planned to bring her into the room and take her on her hands and knees. Drive into her and just make this nothing but the sex they’d agreed it would be.

A chill of premonition ran through him, that this wasn’t going to be that simple. That sex between them would
never
be that simple.

Just sex.
He let the reminder slide through him as he climbed onto the bed next to her.

Reaching out, he cupped her cheek and grazed her lips with his thumb, before dipping to take her mouth in a slow, thorough kiss.

Grace gave a soft sigh and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lips parted and her tongue sought his.

He commandeered her mouth, demanding a response and her complete submission, but there was no doubt she’d already given it. Given herself over to whatever intense fervor drove them.

Without breaking the kiss, Darrius slipped on a condom and then stroked his hand down her thigh.

“Now,” she whispered against his mouth, her legs moving restlessly on the mattress. “I can’t wait anymore.”

Her plea was unneeded as he parted her legs and moved between her thighs.

Catching her wrists in one of his hands, he pulled them above her head and she didn’t protest. He braced his weight above her with his free hand and eased into her body.

Her lips parted on a sigh and her lids lowered even more.