Seduction and Surrender (The Billionaire's Temptation Series) (10 page)

Letting her off the hook for the restaurant was the only way—even if he lived to regret it. He couldn’t let her walk out of his life, since every moment that passed, he found himself liking her more and more, even if
like
wasn’t anywhere near a strong enough word. And though that might be insane—especially for him—he couldn’t help himself. She’d been his only thought for months now, and he only wanted her more now that he’d gotten to know her better.

“Wow…that’s some sort of declaration.” She crossed her arms and gave him the sort of look one of her chefs would get when she was running her kitchen. And damn, but it was all he could do to not want to toss her over his shoulder and haul her to his bed. “So, then, how exactly does this play out if I say no to sleeping with you? I seriously don’t think this whole alpha-male caveman crap includes rape, which means that you do
not
get to tell me how this is all going to go down. I tried that last night, and I wasn’t really a fan since you decided to cut our night short.”

“Fuck, Emma…” He ran his hands down his face, resisting the urge to scream. He’d hoped that by giving her just a tease of what he was capable of, she’d want him all the more. Instead, it’d backfired and she was holding it against him. “You’re going to be the death of me. I don’t know what it is you want me to do or say, but I’m a determined man, and I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Then, before she had a chance to respond or react, he pulled her to him, and kissed her as if they were the only two people on earth and their lives depended on it. His tongue found hers as she kissed him back with a passion he hadn’t expected, yielding when he pushed and taking when he gave, her hands fisting his shirt, pulling him close. By the time he managed to break off their kiss, he knew he’d never stop craving her, like some drug that always left you wanting more than you could have, a drug you’d sacrifice your soul to have more of.

She was still clinging to him, her breathing heavy and her fingers knotted in the fabric of his shirt. Her heart was beating so fast…he could feel it pounding against his chest as he held onto her. “Why do you do this to me, Quinn?”

“I’m not asking for a lot, Emma…I just want to take care of you—and I want you in my bed. If you weren’t being so goddamned stubborn about it, you’d probably find that you like being there.” When she glared at him, he threw up his hands in frustration.

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate your help, Quinn. I do. Especially since you’re offering to renew my lease without holding me to our prior agreement. But, shit…” She shook her head with a sigh. “You really know how to get my back up. And we still haven’t taken the time to get to know each other.”

“You know you’re partly to blame for that, right?” He couldn’t believe he was going to give in, but it seemed to be the only way. “What if you set the pace, then? I’m willing to give you that, as long as we eventually get to the point where you’re in my bed. How’s that?”

She shook her head, looking exasperated. “You’re one hell of a stubborn man. You know that, right?”

“Not stubborn, darling. Desperate—and damned determined to have you, even if it takes me a little longer to get there.” He ran his thumb across her cheek and stole another kiss, and then another, his forehead pressed to hers as he nuzzled her. “Come on, babe…I promised you a bath. Then once you’re clean, we can swap stories and get to know each other better.”

“Fine. But only because I’m too tired to keep arguing with you.” Given that it was nearly one in the morning, he wasn’t exactly surprised.

Holding her close and slowing his steps to match hers, his heart raced when she slipped her arm around his waist and let him lead her back to his home. And damn if he wasn’t falling for her, lusting after her—and, at breakneck speed. There was a huge part of him that knew he’d get his heart trounced if he kept up this nonsense. And yet there was no stopping how he felt about her.

With the women he normally dated, he had no fear of getting emotionally vested or falling for them. No fear of doing or saying the wrong thing. And no fear of ever finding something meaningful. He knew Emma was worth the risk, because without her in his arms, in his life, there’d be no point in waking to face the day.

He closed the door behind them, but when she started to slip free of his grasp, he spun them around and pinned her to the door, making her breath catch in surprise. Nuzzling her, he nipped at her bottom lip and kissed her, his body aching from wanting her, like a piece of him was missing and would never feel whole until he’d had her.

His breathing was heavy when he finally managed to pull away. “I had to have just one last kiss before I let you set the pace.” How he’d manage to actually let her do that, he hadn’t a clue, especially when his need for her was running rampant. Not to mention, he liked to be in control—needed it. “I just don’t know if I—”

Emma interrupted him, placing a gentle finger over his lips. “Quinn…I’m not some blushing virgin who doesn’t want to be touched. And if the restaurant is no longer an issue, then I honestly have no desire to be the one setting the pace. If anything—especially after last night—I think I like it when you decide, as long as you’re not holding back.” She slipped out of his arms, still facing him, and pulled her t-shirt up over her head, a smile on her face, though his focus was on her perfectly full breasts, bound, not by some pretty lacy thing, but a sports bra. And damn if he didn’t find that even sexier. “So what’s it to be? Are you going to help me get clean, or do I need to take care of things myself?”

Hard as he was, he had to force himself not to ravage her right there on the hard entry floor with the dogs watching. And her words… She knew how he’d take them—and yet she’d gone there. He couldn’t help but smile, his gaze taking her in. “And suddenly my woman is a tease…”

“Your woman, huh?” She flicked her eyebrows up teasingly, her large eyes filled with mischief and sparkling with humor. “I think I like that.”

Scooping her into his arms, he tossed her over his shoulder, loving how she squirmed and laughed and screamed—especially when he bit her ass, now located all too conveniently. And when she smacked his ass in return, he knew they were in for a whole lot of fun.

It was hard to ignore her words as they repeated in his head. She wanted him to take control—wanted him to set the pace—now that she was no longer worried about her restaurant. And he could see why she might want someone else to take charge in the bedroom when she spent her entire work day in control and running everything—and everyone—around her. It would be his pleasure—and most definitely hers, by the time he’d had his way with her.

When he finally put her down in the spacious bathroom, he was taken by just how small she seemed, his height of six three towering over her petite frame. She held his gaze, her chest rising and falling, a delicious tension building between them as he took her in. Her tongue darted out and licked her bottom lip before she bit it for a moment—and damn but he felt his self-control slip.

Quickly, he got the hot water in the tub running, before turning back to more important matters like—ravaging Emma. He watched as she shimmied out of her jeans, her body perfectly proportioned with curves every woman should have.

With nimble fingers, he pulled her ponytail free and fisted his hand in her hair, dragging her up to him and covering her mouth in a bruising kiss as his tongue found hers. His cock strained against his jeans, growing up past the waistband, as her hips shifted against his length. One kiss led to another, his lips trailing down her neck as he nipped at her delicate skin, her back arching up as if in offering.

“Fuck, Emma…I want you.” His words were spoken against her skin, between kisses. “But I’m not rushing this. By the time I finally take you, you’re going to be begging me to fuck you, and by the time I’m through with you, I’ll be sure you won’t remember anyone who came before me. Are we clear?” She nodded, but it wasn’t enough. He pulled her away, just enough to look her in the eyes. “Answer me.”

She gave a little nod and bit her bottom lip again, making him want to kiss her. “Yeah, we’re clear—though you’re damn lucky I think it’s hot when you get bossy.”

He had to laugh. “I’m glad to hear it. Your bath’s ready, though you’re still wearing far too many clothes.” Quinn rid her of her bra, releasing her gorgeous breasts, her nipples perfectly pink and already hard, begging to be sucked. Needing more, he let his fingers trail down between her breasts and over the swell of her belly, nuzzling her as he slipped her panties down over her hips and let them fall to the floor. “You’re gorgeous, Emma. Stunning.”

When she reached out to undo his jeans, he grabbed her wrist, eliciting a moan from her. “
Quinn…please
.”

He wanted to resist her, wanted to prolong the experience, their pleasure, but he’d never wanted anyone more than he wanted Emma in that moment. Letting her go, he sucked in a needy breath as she caressed him through his jeans before quickly setting him free. His erection thrust out into her hands, hard and engorged, pulsing with need and desire.

“Damn…you’re big, Quinn.” His cock jumped as she ran a gentle finger over the tip of his cock and down his length before going up onto the tips of her toes and kissing him, her lips warm and sweet as she slowly stroked him.

“Is that going to be a problem?” He sure as hell hoped not.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as a smile tugged at her lips. “Definitely not where I’m concerned. Especially when it’s all
mine
. Mine to fuck. Mine to taste…”

“
Fuck
...” Quinn groaned, letting their kisses linger a little longer before finding the strength to pull away and give her a stern look. “Into the bath with you, Ms. Sparrow.”

“Only if you join me.” She reached down and stroked him once more before stepping towards the bath, her eyes beckoning him to take her.

“At this point, I highly doubt I could deny you a single thing.” He tossed his shirt aside, before ridding himself of his jeans, while watching her step into the large tub and slip under the water, emerging like a sea nymph, there to steal his heart.

With his cock aching for release, he joined her, the water steaming hot against his skin. The moment he sat down in one of the built-in seats, she pulled herself up to him and kissed him. And though he could feel her need, the passion in her kisses, he could also feel a hesitation there, an uncertainty that left him wondering. “Emma, I know I can be a pushy bastard, but you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. Your restaurant is safe.”

“Hush…” She kissed him again, slipping her leg across his hips and straddling him, his cock trapped between them as she rolled her hips and slid up and down his length. “I don’t want to overthink what we’re doing here, or I’m going to freak myself out and bolt. Though, crap…how does a condom work in water? It’s safe on my end…I’m clean and on the Pill.”

“Yeah… Completely safe here, too. You can trust me.” He’d always used condoms. Always. But with Emma—he wanted her skin to skin. Wanted that trust between them. When she shifted her hips so the head of his cock caught at her entrance as she bit his lip, he could think of nothing but taking her. And yet… “Not yet…wait, sweetheart.”

She groaned in protest but did as he asked, his cock throbbing against her opening. Raking his teeth against the slope of her neck, he slipped his hands down her sides and grabbed her hips tight in his grasp, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. “Tell me, Emma…tell me that you want me to fuck you.”

Though he’d yet to take her, her breathing was heavy as she nuzzled him, trailing bites and kisses along his neck and jawline. “Please, Quinn…I need this. I need you.”

“And do you trust me, darling?” He needed to know, though he was surprised it meant so much to him.

Her eyes locked on his, her breathing shallow. “Yeah…I do. Completely.”

Thrusting up from under her, he pulled her down onto his cock, impaling her fully in one go as she cried out. She was mind-blowingly tight, and her body was forced to stretch around his girth. He could imagine the spark of pain mixing with her pleasure into one delicious sensation.

“Tell me again that you want me.” He needed to make sure, because once he started to move, there’d be no hope of him stopping.

“I want you to fuck me, Quinn. I want you to fuck me until I don’t even remember my name.” Her hips tried to shift, but he held her still—though only for a moment more.

“You’re so fucking naughty, kitten.” With her still tight in his grasp, he started to rock her hips up and down his length. He caught her bottom lip between his teeth as she moaned into his mouth. Letting go of her, he trailed his hands up her back as her pace picked up, holding her down to him as he thrust up deep inside her. “Emma…you already have me so close. You and your perfectly sexy little body.”

He sucked her nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, as she pressed her lips around her needy moans, her body tightening around him. Her breathing was now quick and shallow, her pace quickening as she curled her hips up and down his length, so her clit rubbed up against him. And then she was crying out as she came, her body quivering in his arms, tensing as her pleasure coursed through her.

Watching her come undone like that was more than he could handle and with just a few thrusts more, Quinn bit her shoulder and came, pulsing his cum deep inside her as she milked him, squeezing every drop from him, his head still spinning with his need for her.

Kissing her, he tried to catch his breath, and though he’d just come, he still needed her, wanted her, leaving him to wonder if he’d ever get his fill.

Somehow he doubted it.

Chapter Nine

Leaning back against Quinn’s chest, Emma closed her eyes as he shampooed her hair, his fingers working their magic to erase the day away. “You’re spoiling me, Quinn. Between the scalp massage, the amazing sex, and best of all, the hot water, my real life’s going to suck when I finally get back to it.”

“If the hot water was the best part, then I need to try a hell of a lot harder.” With his mouth at her ear, his words tickled her skin as he slipped his hand down between her legs to her still sensitive clit, and teased her until her head fell back against his shoulder and her breath caught.