Take a Chance (10 page)

Heat suffused her face when she answered with
a short, “No.”

“
Have you ever been
eaten?”

“
Ah, I don’t think
so.”

His face flushed and darkened, his eyes half
closing. “Sweetheart, I’ll happily teach you everything you need to
know about how to please me and how to please yourself. Do you
trust me?”

Chapter 9

Son of a bitch. He’d never expected her to be
so close to a virgin, but, damn. Her lack of experience was a gift
he’d cherish. The thought of teaching her how to please him in
every way, without any residual habits from prior lovers rolled
over him like an ocean wave during a hurricane.

The woman was perfection incarnate.

He prepared himself for a long wait, a
painful wait, before he spoke. “Wrap your hand around me.”

She reached out and used her fingers to
stroke down the length of his cock, leaving him feeling like a wall
freshly painted with a powder-puff. His dick had a mind of his own,
bouncing like a divining rod in search of water. Taking her hand,
he placed her palm on him and showed her what he needed, letting
her slide her fist up and down until he couldn’t take it any
longer.

He loosened her fingers and brought her hand
to his mouth for a quick kiss. “Now you’ll use your mouth with the
same motion, using your lips and some suction.”

Burying his fingers in the waves of her thick
brown hair, he let her go and let his head drop backwards. He was
too close to watch his dick disappear in and out of her beautiful
mouth, sure he’d shoot his wad in mere minutes. A man could only
take so much of a good thing at one time. Chancing a look, he
groaned.

Her gaze was fixed on his dick, her tongue
working her way around the shaft as she pulled back. And then she
sucked him back in and started again.

Time to call a halt. He had no intention of
filling her mouth tonight. Curling his fingers into her scalp, he
told her to stop. He watched with lidded eyes as he slipped free of
her mouth, her lips puffy and wet.

Fucking beautiful.

“
On the bed. On your back.”
He waited until she was exactly where he wanted her. “Good. Don’t
move.”

He pulled open her closet and blinked. The
damn thing was almost the size of a bedroom. And she was a little
anal about organizing, a row of drawers carefully labeled by
content. He yanked open the one marked scarves and pulled four
out.

Time for fun and games.

Her eyes were the first to go. A little
sensory deprivation would go a long way to teaching her control.
His fingers played in her hair a minute before he said, “Sit up.”
Those dark brown eyes were huge, hazy with lust and unsure about
what to expect. “Trust me, Dena.”

When she nodded, he wrapped the scarf around
her head twice and tied a knot on one side, then lowered her to the
bed.

“
What are you
doing?”

“
No questions, Dena. You
trust me or you don’t.”

Her head moved in the affirmative and he
praised her silent response. “Good girl. Now, put your hands above
your head.”

He fashioned a slipknot at one end of a scarf
and put her wrist in it, then looped the length of the scarf
through the slats of the headboard. “Don’t move.”

Pressing a quick kiss to her cheek, he went
around the bed and secured the other wrist. Her whimper warmed him,
a sound somewhere between fear and anticipation.

Exactly what he wanted from her at this
moment.

He took a short trip to the middle of the
bed, his mouth grazing from shoulder to waist in slow, sensual
steps while she squirmed. Her feet pedaled on the bed while the
need bored into her.

His slide off one side of the bed made her
moan with loss. But she didn’t talk, didn’t complain or whine. All
he had to do was watch her body to recognize her desire.

She gasped when he grabbed an ankle and
wrapped the end of a scarf around it. By the time he’d secured it
to the corner of the footboard, she was panting and the rate
increased while he took care of the other foot.

“
Thank you, Dena, for your
trust and the gift of your body. I’ll take good care of
you.”

But first, he enjoyed himself, appreciating
her submission by stroking his fingers across every inch of exposed
skin.

He tweaked nipples and suckled hard while she
cried out.

He delved into the wet slit between her
thighs and let his fingers play in the soft tissue until it
squeezed against them.

He pressed kisses to her bare feet and worked
his way up her legs until he kissed and tongued her core, reveling
in the taste of her.

His cock wept, more than ready for its turn,
and Steve moved between her legs. He thrust into her, one long,
slow slide of pure pleasure, and enjoyed the ragged cry that was
her response.

Wet heat and hot walls surrounded him, his
body aching for release. He wouldn’t last long this first time, but
he’d make it up to her. Right now, the urge to move was all that
motivated him.

He slid out with the same slow pace and dove
back inside with a little more force, increasing the rhythm with
every thrust and retreat until he pounded into her with vigor. So
tight, so hard her body shook under him, her cries for more took
him to the brink.

He jerked his cock free of her body and used
his hand to finish the job, ribbons of cum leaving his body and
landing on hers. She panted and her head rolled from side to side
while her stalled orgasm tried to resolve the problem.

“
You look amazing with my
semen all over your belly, Dena. You belong to me, now, sweetheart.
All mine.”

His cock never waned. If anything, it got
harder, and he pushed back inside her hot body. He could so easily
spend the rest of his life with this woman. She made him feel in a
way he’d never imagined. Scary to think she’d wrapped him up in
emotion in such a short time.

He paused to loosen the blindfold, determined
to watch her eyes as he moved within her. When they finally opened,
he recognized the need, the connection between them neither could
deny. He wanted her with him when she climaxed.

“
Come for me, Dena.
Now.”

Lord love her, she had one of those long,
deep soaker tubs. He set the stopper and opened the taps, adjusting
the temperature as the water warmed. For good measure, he added a
capful of bubble bath from the bottle closest to the tub. Wetting a
wash cloth, he returned to her.

She was watching for his return, her body
loose and sated, his cum still sticky on her abdomen. He cleaned
her off and then released her arms and legs. Lifting her lax body,
he carried her into the bathroom and settled her on the lip of the
tub. Warm arms wrapped around his torso when he leaned over to test
the water’s temperature. Dena’s head rubbed against his shoulder,
her nose burrowing under his ear, and a wet kiss lingered.

“
Bath time, doll.” He stood
and helped her into the water before lowering behind her. Bubbles
floated around them, the hot water relaxing both of
them.

“
Is it always like this with
you?” she asked.

“
You enjoyed it?”

“
Umm hmm,” she mumbled, her
brain relaxing along with her body. “Do I have to be tied down next
time?”

Maybe it wasn’t her head that was relaxing.
“I like the control.”

“
I liked it, too.” She
yawned. “But I want to touch you.”

“
I’ll think about it.”
Headstrong and submissive, an amazing combination in a woman, even
more attractive than physical beauty, and Dena had all three.
Trouble coming his way in spades, but he’d handle it and keep her
if he could.

“
Want to do this again. Can
we?”

She wanted to kill him, obviously, but her
question didn’t match the loose feel of her body. Sleep was right
around the corner. Time to get dry.

He stabilized her and left the tub, getting
dry before pulling the stopper. She wobbled but managed just enough
energy to stand upright while he patted the water from her skin. He
put her into bed and snuggled with her until she fell asleep.

It was too soon to spend the night, too soon
to wake up with her and make love again and go to work. She needed
time to reconcile what he’d done to her with what she’d known about
sex before he came along. And from what she’d said right after,
she’d enjoyed it enough to ask for more.

Yes. Freely given, and soon.

For now, he watched her sleep and appreciated
the soft lines of her face and the sweet scent of her after
sex.

Tomorrow would come soon enough, and he’d be
ready.

Easing out of bed, he dressed and untied the
scarves he’d used, putting them back in the closet. With no
evidence, she’d be left with memories and supposition. Would she
think it was all a dream?

He left a short note on the inside of her
front door and slipped out, locking up as he went.

Chapter 10

Dena stretched while the local radio station
played in the background, her alarm a minor distraction compared to
the interesting aches of her body after a night of Steve’s
educational guidance. She felt decadent and spoiled and well-used.
God, the man could make her feel like the most beautiful woman in
the world with a touch and a word. Rolling over into the middle of
the bed, she pressed her face in the sheets and inhaled the scent
of him.

The smell of sex and man, one man in
particular, surrounded her and she didn’t want to get up. Better to
wallow in the memories than drag herself to work and try to keep
the smile off her face all day. Her brothers were more than capable
of surmising the cause and she could already picture the stern
glances and lectures.

Hypocrites, all three of them. Well, just
Simon and Grant. Brent was off doing his military service and
sowing a huge load of wild oats, if she knew him. And she did. He
was the wild brother she wanted to emulate.

Steve Gladston was the man to show her
how.

Her backup alarm buzzed across the room and
she gave up the fight, pushing the covers away and turning off both
alarms. Turning on the television to the morning show that kept her
on schedule, she showered and put together a healthy breakfast.
From the workout Steve had provided last night, she knew she’d need
her vitamins. A snapshot in her head of his lean body and the
things he’d done to hers, the way he made her feel, had her body
buzzing in pleasure.

She grinned when she found his note taped to
the inside of the front door.

1438 Westchester, 7 pm tonight. No
underwear.

Her chest caught at the demand and the
directions. The most amazing man she’d ever met wanted her
bare-assed at his place. She couldn’t wait.

Morning traffic was light, the beautiful
sun-filled sky matching her mood. She caught a light just as her
phone beeped and she leaned over the console to grab her purse from
the passenger-side. A sudden impact from behind caused her foot to
slip off the brake and sent her body bouncing as the seatbelt tried
to compensate for her offset position.

Another bump sent her into the intersection.
A pickup skidded around her but the car following him didn’t manage
the change and plowed into the side of her car. Horns blared and
most of the traffic around the intersection stopped.

Crap. So much for her good mood.

Dena stared out the front windshield,
thankful to be alive and hoping no one else was hurt. A man
appeared at her door and tapped on the window. Tall, heavy like a
football player, with light brown hair, he made a motion through
the glass and she realized her engine was still running. She nodded
and stared at the controls in front of her for a minute before
reaching for the ignition.

Her brain was on auto delay and focus wasn’t
happening any too soon. She fumbled at the seatbelt release a
couple of times before the man tapped at the window again. This
time he pointed at the lock.

Her arm hurt. Wait, everything hurt, but her
left elbow particularly stung. She reached across her body to
unlock the door and the man beside her pulled it open.

“
Are you hurt?”

He had a nice voice, maybe nicer if he wasn’t
agitated, and she wondered if he was the driver who hit her. She
hadn’t seen the car behind her at all. Damn cell call shouldn’t
have been answered, but she’d stopped at the light and she’d hoped
it was Steve.

“
Don’t think so. Maybe.” She
looked around at all the people trying to clear the road and then
back at him. “Were you the driver who hit me?”

He shook his head and tipped his head to the
SUV behind her. An older man was being assisted out of the car, his
head bleeding. ”Let me help you out and we’ll get you to the
hospital,” he told her. “The EMTs are pretty busy with him, but my
car’s just at the corner.”

He leaned into the car and released the
seatbelt, lifting it over her. His arm brushed across her chest and
she felt a wave of nausea. Blinking hard, she took a few deep
breaths and tried to find her center.

“
Come on, let’s get you to
the hospital,” the man next to her said.

He helped her to her feet and put a steadying
arm around her, but a voice several feet away stopped them
both.

“
Don’t leave until you’ve
been cleared, Miss.” The fireman was standing beside the car behind
her, holding something for the EMT. “I’ll be with you in just a
minute.” He turned away from her and the man beside her encouraged
her to move with him to his car.

She hesitated, turning to reach for her purse
and heard the firemen talking. When she looked up again, the man
who’d helped her was gone. Nowhere to be seen, and a police officer
approached her.