Seducing Steve (10 page)

One fair eyebrow rose and she fixed him with a stare that left him nearly undone. “Then what happens?”

A blush warmed his cheeks and a sly chuckle rumbled from his chest. He shook his head holding palms up as if the answer was obvious. “Well, then, Miss Sara, that’s when I give you what
you
want.”

Chapter Nine

Laughter tangled in lust. Despite the thousands of words she’d put on paper, the tales of desperate desire she spun day-in and day-out, and the passionate passages that made her a bestseller, there was no way she could have conjured the incredible power of lust tangled up in laughter. Making love with Steve was unlike anything Sara had ever experienced.

He never failed to surprise her. After their heated discussion and his abrupt insistence on adjourning to the bedroom, she expected some posturing on his part. Sara wouldn’t have been opposed to a little Alpha-male assertion of power. Hell, the sheer anticipation of it dampened her panties before he’d popped the top button on his jeans. But then he went rogue on her. He stood there, mostly naked with his hands fisted at his sides, giving her free reign over his body, and somehow his capitulation cemented his control over her.

A rush of feminine power soaked her lacy thong. The rough string bisecting her ass rasped tender skin, adding fuel to the fire as she knelt in front of him and stripped the denim from his long legs. His skin glowed creamy ivory in the light from the hall. Her every breath stirred the burnished copper curls at the base of his cock. She stared up at him—so long, so lean, so beautifully bare, and so blatantly aroused. His gaze locked with hers. He wasn’t evading her questions. He hadn’t lied. Steve stood still, waiting, watching, wanting her to turn him on.

Sitting back on her heels, Sara dragged her shirt over her head. Maintaining eye contact, she tossed it aside before starting in on her bra, jeans, and the utterly superfluous thong. Within moments, she knelt at his feet with her hands resting lightly on her thighs, holding his stare unflinchingly. His chest rose and fell with each breath. A ripple of satisfaction trickled down her spine when he jerked his chin, silently prompting her to rise.

She refused to touch him. Instead, she coiled her fingers into fists as she rose to her feet. She didn’t kiss him, though her mouth watered for the taste of him. Keeping her spine straight, Sara stood toe to toe with the man she’d wanted for far too long without reaching for him.

The unspoken battle of wills resonated deep inside of her, an echo of years of memories. She bit her lip, searching the depths of his eyes for a flicker of recognition. The corners of his mouth twisted into a rueful smile, and the dam burst. Sara laughed and threw her arms around his neck.

“I used to be so much better at that,” she confessed, lacing her fingers at the nape of his neck. She pulled him down, swaying into him as her lips brushed his. Glancing up from under her lashes, her mouth hovered millimeters from his. “I used to kick ass at pretending I didn’t want you.”

“Sara,” he breathed.

She caught her name as it whispered from his lips, holding it fast on her tongue while she angled her head, deepening the kiss so she could give it back to him. Her hands were everywhere, testing the flames of his auburn hair, mapping the contours of his chest, memorizing the curvature of his ass. Cupping the firm muscle in both hands, she pressed his swollen cock into the curve of her belly as she backed toward the bed.

“I wanted you so much,” she murmured, trailing kisses along his jaw. “I wanted you when I wasn’t supposed to want you.”

Steve sucked in a sharp breath, stumbling slightly when she released her hold on his ass. Sara planted her hand on his chest and gave a not-so-gentle shove, urging him onto the mattress. He plucked at the quilt as she ran her fingertips through the wiry copper hair between his pecs. His hands closed into fists twisting the worn cotton patches into his palms while she stroked the downy trail of ginger that led to his cock. She traced the length of his dick with one fingertip, smiling as his hips rose to meet the caress. Her smile widened as she climbed onto the bed, bracketing his knees with hers.

She kept her eyes locked on his face and lowered her head. Her hair cascaded over her shoulder, fanning his thigh. Steve flinched, the muscle in his jaw ticking off the seconds before he drew a ragged breath.

“Am I turning you on?” she asked, letting her breath wash over his swollen flesh.

“Everything about you turns me on.”

His answer earned him a quick swirl of her tongue. Steve groaned when she pulled back, and she soothed him with a soft kiss to the velvet tip. His skin was hot and smooth and his taste lingered on her lips, teasing her as well. She chanced a quick glance at his face, only to find him staring back at her impassively. Apparently, the bastard hadn’t lost his ability to fake it.

Piqued, Sara ratcheted up her determination. She leaned back and pressed her nose to his balls, inhaling deeply. His thighs tensed. His fingers scratched restlessly against the quilt. The low ebb of a groan hummed in the back of his throat. She drew the sac into her mouth, sucked gently, and the sound broke free. Gratified, she nuzzled him again then teased the base of his cock with the tip of her tongue as she wound her hair around the shaft.

“Let me know when you’ve had enough,” she whispered.

“Never.”

The raw honesty in his breathless answer unraveled her frayed nerves. Desperate to hold herself together, she lifted her head, stared straight into his eyes, and raised a challenging eyebrow. “Never? You don’t think I can break you?”

He wet his lips, unable to hold back his smile. “Sara, darlin’, I know you can, but it still won’t be enough. I’m just waitin’ for you to show me you know you can too.”

Spurred by his taunt she clamped his wrists, pinning his hands to the bed as she parted her lips and took him in her mouth. His low moan rippled over her skin. She took him fast and hot, swallowing his pants and grunts. She watched his face, waiting for him to crack, pulling him deeper with each stroke of her tongue. A shadow of a smile flitted at his lips. Her brow furrowed as she sucked harder.

“God, yes,” Steve murmured. His hips thrust rhythmically. “Oh yeah... Sweet Sara... I could fuck your mouth all night.”

His words shot straight to her core. Heat coiled low in her belly. This was not the response she expected from him. Sara released him with a pop, fixing him with a glare. He simply smiled in response.

“No more?”

She pried his hands from the mattress, lifting them up over his head as she scrambled to straddle his hips. “Cocky bastard.”

The head of his cock brushed the damp folds of her pussy and his abs contracted. “That’s right, punish me,” he whispered.

Sara kept going, pivoting on one knee and slinging her leg over his head. “I’m going to wipe that smug smile off your face,” she whispered, lowering her mouth to his crotch and her pussy to his face.

Her lips closed around his cock, but the fatal flaw in her plan to break him became apparent the moment he began to press ardent kisses to her slick cunt. His teeth grazed her thigh. She could feel the curve of his mouth as he nuzzled her damp curls.

“You let me lick you ‘til you come, Sweet Sara, and I’ll be grinnin’ for a week,” he murmured, lapping playfully at her folds.

He circled her clit, drawing gently then flicking the sensitive bundle with his tongue. Good lord. Lips, tongue...even teeth glided over the tender skin adding an irresistible hint of danger. He cupped her ass, spreading the cheeks wide as his fingers traced the crevice to her pussy. She circled her hips in response to the long finger he slid into her and moaned around him when he added a second. He rocked, thrusting deeper into her eager mouth with each stroke and sliding one damp finger from her pussy to circle the tight pucker of her anus.

Shit. She was so going to lose it, and he knew it. A ripple of pleasure surged beneath the taut skin of his cock, tickling her tongue. Sara moaned her defeat. The pleasure built inside of her, both intensified and muffled by his cock nudging the back of her throat. Unable to bear it, she released him with a cry, arching her back to rise onto her knees and grind against his questing tongue.

“I don’t need you, you know,” Sara whispered.

In a desperate attempt to reclaim a modicum of pride and self-control, she slid one hand over her belly, her fingers tangling in the thatch of curls covering her mound. Steve exhaled a sound that might have started as a word but ended up a few unattached syllables by the time he thrust his tongue into her pussy. Power surged through her veins; desire thrummed in her ears. Emboldened, she rode his tongue, circling her clit with her fingertips, driving herself up and hopefully driving him wild.

“I don’t need you at all,” she murmured, lost in the swirl of sensation gathering low in her belly.

“Yes,” he rasped, the word vibrating against her folds. “Yes, you do.”

“No...” The word trailed off, carried away on the first burst of pleasure. She thrust her fingers into her pussy, giving herself over to hedonism and milking every ripple of pleasure that coursed through her body. Blind to the triumph lighting his face, deaf to the throaty grunts trapped beneath her, Sara threw her head back in surrender.

Before the last wave of pleasure ebbed he pushed her forward, scrambling out from under her and pinning her to the bed with his hips and thighs. His wet cock throbbed against her ass. Steve manacled her hands above her head, holding them against the foot rail. He thrust into her, driving her across the mattress with the force of his need. Sara pressed her palms to the smooth wood, bracing herself against the onslaught.

His rock-hard cock parted the lips of her pussy over and over again. He ground against her ass. Deep, throaty, animalistic groans and grunts ripped from his chest.

“Oh, yes,” she panted. “Let go... Let go...”

“This is what you want,” he panted. “You want me to fuck you hard.”

“Yes. Oh yes!”

“You want me...”

Sara knew she had him. Her name tore from his throat. His shout bounced off the walls. The hard planes of his body bowed as he poured into her. He shuddered to a halt, burying his face in her neck as he pushed her down onto the mattress. His muscles grew loose and lax. She absorbed his weight, reveling in the solid strength of his chest against her back.

“Okay?” she whispered.

Steve pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her cheek. “So okay,” he murmured, rolling back to rest on his heels. He rubbed a hand over his face, a chuckle of disbelief tumbling from his parted lips. “You?”

Sara wriggled around until she righted herself. She flashed a Cheshire-cat worthy grin as she lunged for the headboard, stretching the length of the bed. His answering smile was a little shaky, but Steve flopped face-down onto the mattress beside her. Pink-cheeked and delightfully disheveled, he flung one possessive arm across her stomach.

“My kink...” He sighed and pulled her closer.

Sara smiled. “I was right about some things.”

“Yeah?”

Her fingers grazed his forearm. “The exact color of an old copper penny,” she murmured, stroking the hair gently.

“Hmm.”

Keeping her touch feather-light, she stroked her way to his bicep. When she squeezed gently, he flexed for her. “You’re pretty built for a desk jockey.”

“Clean livin’ and lots of exercise.”

Sara snorted. “Dirty exercise?”

“Lately, yeah.”

She turned to face him. Their noses brushed, and her lips reached for his, caressing them in the barest of kisses. Warm, moist breath washed over her damp skin. “I knew we’d be good. I knew I wasn’t just imagining this.”

“Better than good.”

A tentative smile curved her lips. “You make it feel okay.”

“Okay?” he asked, feigning insult. “Just okay?”

Humiliation burned her cheeks. “No! I mean, okay to want this,” she explained, waving one hand between them. “Like it’s not wrong.”

Steve shook his head. “Wrong? Why would this be wrong?”

“Well, not wrong...Not normal, I guess.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“This, us, the things we’ve been doing. The things we just did. The things I’d like to do,” she added, hoping to lighten the moment with a playful tease.

“You’re saying they’re wrong?”

“No! Hell, no. That’s my new favorite number. Me six, you nine...” she added with a leer.

“O-kay...”

“I’m just saying wanting them is wrong.” She stopped and shook her head adamantly. “
Not
wrong. Not!”

An incredulous laugh sputtered from his chest. “Can we start this conversation over, darlin’? I’m completely lost.”

She huffed and rolled onto her back, blinking at the ceiling a few times then squinching her eyes shut. “It’s
not
wrong,” she muttered between clenched teeth.

“I didn’t say it was—you did.”

Sara opened her eyes as she turned her head and pinned him with a glare. “No, Adam did.”

He grunted like she’d just landed a punch to his gut. “Adam?”

Sara nodded and flipped back onto her side, cradling her head on her arm. “Can we talk about this?”