SeducedByTheAntiHero (12 page)

A dark eyebrow lifted and he crowded her space. “Am I that
type of man?”

Looking up at him through her lashes, she bit her lip then
slowly pulled it free. He tracked the movement with hungry eyes. “No, actually.
You aren’t. But, I’m starting to realize that the type of man I wanted?” She
dropped her gaze to his mouth. “Yeah, I don’t want that at all anymore.”

“Mmm,” he rumbled, coming closer still, until they were a
breath apart. “What do you want now?”

“Right now?” she whispered. With hooded eyes, he nodded. “Right
now all I want is you.”

“Good answer.” Then his lips were on hers in a soft but
heated kiss. Gently he cupped her face in his hands and tilted her head where
he wanted her. His tongue flicked and stroked against hers in such a way that
was starting to make her lightheaded. And when she moved closer to rub up
against his hard body, he groaned into her mouth. The sound vibrated past his
lips to settle deep inside her.

But then he lifted his head to stare down at her with hooded
eyes. Thankfully, he didn’t put any space between them. If he had done that,
she wouldn’t have handled it so well. As it was, she fisted her hands in the
soft material of his t-shirt at his sides to keep him right where he was.

“Something I’ve been wondering.” His voice came out low and
husky, the sound so good she didn’t care what else he said, just as long as he
kept talking. “All this time, I’ve been thinking of ways to give you, what I
hope, are new experiences. But,” he kissed her lips softly, “what I want to
know is,” he moved to kiss the sensitive spot just below her ear, “when you lie
in that big bed and touch yourself, what do you think about when you close your
eyes?”

Oh wow. No one had ever bothered to ask her that before. It
wasn’t even something that she thought overly hard on. She didn’t typically
linger or have slow, exploratory sessions with herself. Normally, it was just
about scratching an itch and it ended quickly, which she knew was part of her
problem.

Her fantasies had been more about finding that Mr. Perfect
and how well they would fit together in just about every aspect of her life. But
she didn’t dwell on what their chemistry would be like in the bedroom. It was
always a given that it would be good, but she only pictured it in vague imagery
because she really didn’t have much to base it on. That part hadn’t been as
important to her as all the rest.

Since she met Ben, however, that had started to change. Her
fantasies had become baser, with more substance and weight to them. Maybe part
of it was that she had never been as sexually attracted to anyone else as she
was to Ben. Every time she saw him, some new desire dominated her thoughts. She
would focus on one aspect of him, like his mouth and how incredible he tasted. Or
his big, rough hands and the delicious sensation of them running over her body
or holding her in place while he took what he wanted. Or the wicked V-lines of
his oblique muscles bringing back in vivid detail the way it felt when he
steadily rolled his hips into her when he fucked her. She could stare at him
for hours and never run out of ideas. The man was truly a muse.

But now he was asking her to articulate how far deep into
the gutter her mind went when she saw him and suddenly she was feeling shy.

Unfortunately, he could tell.

“I know you have fantasies, Emma. Everybody does.” He tugged
on her earlobe with his teeth. “I wanna know what they are.”

“If everybody has them, then what are yours?” Her voice
sounded shaky and breathless even to her own ears.

“Uh, uh.” He nipped at her throat before smiling against her
skin. “This isn’t about me and I asked you first.”

Was he
teasing
her? Up until this point, she hadn’t
even been aware he
had
a playful side. Despite how he was putting her on
the spot, she couldn’t deny that she liked seeing this new, relaxed version of Ben.
So she decided to throw him a bone and try to tell him what he wanted to know.

“For a writer, I have to admit that my fantasies weren’t
that creative. But now—” She gasped when his teeth grazed her neck. “I’m
finding that I have preferences.”

“Like what?” His hands slid down her body to play with the
hem of her shirt, fingers dipping down to rim the waistband of her black
leggings.

“Like what you’re doing right now. I love the way you touch
me. Like you own me and have every right in the world to do whatever you want
with me. I love the way you take me over and control our pleasure.” She ran her
lips along his jaw, pausing when she reached his mouth to whisper, “You’re so
good at it.”

“So basically,” he said buzzing his lips against hers, “your
fantasies are whatever I want to do to you?”

No one could ever accuse him of being a dull observer. She
smiled. “Yes, exactly.”

“Mmm,” he rumbled. “Then what if I told you that what I want
is to watch you?”

She felt her brow furrow in confusion. “Watch me?” She had
her suspicions that she knew exactly what he was talking about, but she prayed
he actually meant something else.

“Yeah,” he said backing away with a mischievous tug to his
lips that hadn’t been there before. The unmistakable heat in his eyes, though,
that she recognized.

Damn, when he looked at her like that his resemblance to
Satan was frightening. Hooking a finger into her waistband, he tugged until he
pulled her into the middle of the room and he stood in front of the chair. He
stopped backing up but he didn’t stop pulling on her until she was pressed up
against his body once more.

One of his hands cupped her jaw as he softly kissed her
lips. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you look when you come, Sugar.” This
time, when he kissed her, his tongue licked into her mouth with greedy
possession before he pulled back to whisper, “Or how beautiful you are.”

The soft, reverent tone in his words had her opening her
eyes to see if his expression matched. The tender yearning she saw reflected
back at her was suffused with blatant, avaricious lust and it took her breath
away. Never had she been on the receiving end of such a look before. So
intense, so raw. In that moment she felt more desired, more coveted, than she
could ever recall feeling in the whole of her life. And then he continued to
speak.

“I wanna sit right here in this chair and watch you strip
for me.” His hands were roaming her body as he spoke, coming down to cup her
ass and pull her closer. The hard ridge of his erection pressed into her belly
and she couldn’t resist rocking into him.

What he was describing sounded mortifying, but the more he
spoke, the more convincing he got. That full mouth dropped to her ear and that
deep, rumbling voice had her pussy clenching. “Then I want you to get on the bed,
spread yourself open for me, and touch yourself ’til you come.” His hands
resumed their exploration of her body and soon he was cupping her breasts,
rolling her nipples through the fabric of her shirt and lacey bra.

“I wanna see these nipples get hard and your creamy skin
flush red.” She whimpered when he pinched the aching tips of her breasts and
her lower body rubbed against his, seeking friction. “I wanna watch your juices
run down your legs while you rub that clit and finger-fuck your tight little pussy.
Just for me.”

He pulled back to pierce her with his gaze. “And I want your
eyes open and on me the entire time.”

She swallowed. Hard. “You really have been thinking about
this, haven’t you?” He had explained what he wanted from her with far too much detail
for him to have just come up with it on a whim.

That devilish smile reappeared as he nodded and she really
did worry that she might swoon at any second. In a way, it was probably a good
thing he didn’t smile all that often. Because when he did it was mind-bendingly
sexy. “I’ve been thinking about it since the first time I made you come. The
fantasy keeps me up at night, Sugar. I need it to be a reality.”

God, the knowledge that he had actual fantasies about
her
was heady. Knowing that he wanted her this badly made what she was about to
do for him so much easier.

Standing on her tiptoes, she brushed his lips with hers and
whispered, “Okay,” before she pushed him down into the chair.

“If I’m going to strip for you, then I need some music.” Or
she would never get through it.

His eyes lit up at the suggestion. “I like that plan.”

Thankfully, the alarm clock in the room doubled as an iHome.
She dug out her iPod from her overstuffed purse and searched for the perfect
song. The shaking of her hands from the rapid beat of her heart made the task a
little difficult and she turned her back to him so he wouldn’t see. How sexy
would it be if she was so nervous she tripped and fell on her face? Taking a
deep breath, she tried to calm her nerves.

As she scrolled through her playlist, she knew exactly which
song to pick. She had discovered it shortly after meeting Ben and had been
obsessed with it ever since. Hooking up her iPod, she pressed play and soon the
low thumping beat of Nine Inch Nails’ “I Would For You” filled the room.

Dark eyebrows rose as that sinful smirk turned into a full-on
grin. “Good choice.”

She met his smile with one of her own. “I thought so.” The
fact that he recognized the song was an added bonus she would have to file away
for later when she replayed this whole scene over in her head. Because she
undoubtedly would.

For her current purposes, she was glad she had worn a soft,
flowing navy button-down. Somehow it was sexier to slowly pop each button as
she swayed her hips to the beat. For the second time in as many nights, she
felt kind of ridiculous about what they were doing together. And for the second
time, that feeling dissipated when she looked at him. His hungry eyes were
eating up her every movement.

By the time she reached the top button and separated the
fabric, her nerves had all but disappeared. There was no mistaking that he
wanted her, wanted
this
and finally she was able to just let go and lose
herself in the sultry beat of the song.

The soft material of her shirt drifted down her arms as she
shrugged it off and it hit the floor with a soft thud. The lace of the navy
blue bra she wore barely concealed her nipples from his gaze, a fact that he
seemed to greatly appreciate as his eyes focused there. Just to tease him, she
cupped her breasts, the creamy swells overflowing her hands, and pushed them
together as she undulated her hips to the music. His eyes grew hooded when she
raked her nails over the stiff peaks and she shivered from the sensation.

Deciding that she was too sensitive right there at the
moment, she ran her hands down her belly and hooked her thumbs into the
waistband of her leggings. She kicked off the heels she had been wearing and
spun to give him her back. Watching him over her shoulder, she swiveled her
hips to the beat, left then right, then back again as she worked her leggings
down her hips, revealing the matching navy thong she wore underneath. She saw
his hands clench into fists when she bent over to pull her leggings all the way
off and threw them into the corner, exposing her ass to his avid gaze.

Unhooking her bra, she let the straps fall down until she
held the loose cups up against her breasts. Slowly, she turned back around to
face him and gradually let the cups go until her bra slid down and off, leaving
her standing in nothing but her underwear.

When she backed up to climb up onto the edge of the bed, he
leaned forward until he braced his elbows on his knees. Once they were both
settled, she cupped her breasts in her hands again. This time, she made a show
of licking her thumbs and forefingers before she rolled her nipples the way he
had done earlier. Knowing that he was watching, that she was doing this for
him, made the erotic pain that much sweeter and her head tilted back on a moan.

“Eyes on me, Emma.” The timber of his voice had gotten
impossibly deeper and it had her head snapping up and her eyes focusing on his
face.

Suddenly feeling brave in spite of his gruff command, she
made a demand of her own. “Give me something good to look at, then.” She bit
her lip and let it slide through her teeth before she added, “If I’m gonna get
myself off I need some inspiration, Ben.”

Amber eyes narrowed on her but a ghost of a smile played at
the edges of his lips. “I guess that’s fair,” he said reaching behind him to tug
his t-shirt up over his head.

Immediately her mouth watered as she watched the muscles in
his upper body work when he took the shirt off then settled down to lean back
into the chair. He was so gorgeous it just wasn’t fair. All that hard physical
labor his day job provided paid off big-time in the ripples of muscle that made
up his body. And the way he was sitting had his jeans riding
very
low on
his hips. She could see the beginnings of the dark hair that led to that
perfect cock she knew lay in wait beneath the material.

“Mmm, much better,” she all but purred and wondered when the
hell she had learned to make such a sound. But he seemed to appreciate it, if
the low answering growl emanating from him was any indication.

“Keep going, Sugar.”

Right, she had a purpose here, didn’t she?

Slowly, she lightly skimmed her nails down her belly. Spreading
her legs wide so he had a clear view, she slid her right palm over her lace-covered
mound. Keeping her eyes trained on him, she found the outline of her clit through
the material and gently rubbed in slow circles with her middle finger. Ben
shifted in his seat and she could see the huge bulge pressing against the front
of his jeans.

Oh, she so desperately wanted what was sitting in that chair
across from her, watching her. Wanted to see him slide one of his big hands
into the front of his jeans to stroke himself in time to her fingers.