Take Me (29 page)

When she finished her little rant, she stopped to see if any of that had sunk in. She sighed in defeat at what she saw. It had not. He looked even more stubborn if possible as if he’d just listened to the foolish rant of a child and was being exceedingly patient.

“You’re my beautiful, perfect thorough-bred. From your sweetness to your dedication to your jokes that make me laugh. I don’t know if you know this, but no one makes me laugh, Felicity. Not in ages. But you do. You make me feel happy. I look forward to something for once other than work. I look forward to seeing you. You make me want to change myself, hell even my presidential views. Tonight, Julianna broke off the engagement with me—”

“What?” she interrupted him, stunned to her core. That little fluttering butterfly of hope flapped faster in her heart. Could it really be true? This wasn’t just another lie.

“Yes, and the reason it took me so long to follow you is because I was looking for this.” He dug around in his suit jacket and came back empty handed. Growling, he reached for his other pocket and sighed, his relief palpable. In his hand was a small black velvet box.

“Oh no,” Felicity said, automatically taking a step back.

He grinned at her, enjoying her discomfort. The bastard. “Oh yes, baby. Lady Felicity Shaw, since the first day I met you you have turned my life upside down,” he began in a grand, royal voice. “You have made me angry, aroused, frustrated, and happy. You have made me experience more than I have at one time in my whole life. I’m a businessman, Felicity, and I know when to grab onto something and not let it go. You are my something, Felicity. You are mine, and I love you.” Slowly he sank down to one knee.

Her stomach clenched with nerves in a mixture of chaotic emotions. In her mind she screamed
oh my god
over and over again. She wished Beth would come out here and tell her if any of this was real.

That didn’t happen. All that really happened was right before her. Dominic Blackmoore was saying he loved her and he was on his knee before her offering her a stunning ring. A gorgeous black diamond ring on a gold band surrounded by sparking white diamonds. It was utterly gorgeous and unique. It looked old like a family heirloom.

“Oh, Dom... I don’t know.”

His smile slowly died, and with it a slow building panic swept up inside her. Had she lost her chance and made him angry? She was crazy for him. He was something different, something special. She wanted him all to herself. Now with Julianna out of the way they could be together. There was no other possible way they could be closer than to be mates. Her mind went rampant between hope and doubt. While she did that Dominic was busy. He slid his other knee to the ground, and then dropped his arms to his sides. His eyes were hard and determined.

“Come here.”

It was an order. One Felicity found herself answering immediately.

As soon as she stepped into him, he wrapped his arms around her waist. She had to grab onto one of his shoulders for balance. He rubbed his cheek against her stomach. His warmth penetrated her and she found herself cupping the back of his head in an automatic response.

“Dom...” How could this man make her melt with a touch?

His hands flexed along her lower back, the tips of his fingers digging in. Her breath caught as little pulses of pleasure triggered inside her making her want to curl into him, or take him down to the floor.

“Felicity, I want you to be mine. I’m going to make you mine. When we leave here tonight, we’re doing it together and with my ring on your finger.”

Shit. Her heart pounded with each of his resounding words and her stomach plummeted through the floor.

“Dom, I need time to think, baby. This is all so quick--” Her sentence caught on a surprised breath as his hands trailed down to cup her backside.

“I love your ass, Felicity. It was one of the first things I noticed about you. Hard not to when just looking at it makes me hard.” He squeezed, lifting and playing with her. “Damn, if you only knew the thoughts I’ve had involving your ass.”

Oh, no. He just waved a temptation in front of her face. Impossible for her to resist. She had to know.

Voice husky, she croaked, “What kind of thoughts?”

He buried his nose in her navel, nuzzling her, muffling his words. That wasn’t nearly as distracting as his hands that steadily lifted the hem of her skirt as he spoke. “Fuck, baby, if I tell you now I’ll take you right here.”

Need built fast and hard between her legs. The ache throbbed reminding her of what he’d felt like, not long ago, as he’d pistoned inside her.

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” she answered honestly.

His muffled laughter reached her ears as he palmed her bare bottom. Skin to skin. Hot hands to cool buttocks. It felt amazing, incredible. Hot as hell.

Felicity choked out a sigh as she opened her legs to give him better access. She hadn’t meant to do it. It was a natural response an invitation for him to touch her.

His breathing deepened. “Your friend is in the next room. I can’t take you here no matter how much it’s killing me not to. I can smell how wet you are.” His voice was a rough growl of sound.

He nipped at her stomach and his hands squeezed her. A moan escaped her. Thank god Beth wasn’t supernatural lest she heard the noises Felicity was making.

Dom slid a hand between her legs. Cupped her sex in a possessive grasp with his thumb covering her bud and his fingers covering her wet folds. If he but curled his fingers he could slide those thick, long fingers inside of her.

“Dom,” she choked, fisting his hair.

“Baby, mate with me. Say yes to me.”

She shook her head to clear the fog. She’d forgotten. He wanted to mate with her. He didn’t want Julianna.

“Did you love Julianna?”

The hand on her sex tightened then one long finger slowly pushed inside her. She rose to her tiptoes with the action. Her mouth fell open on a fluttery moan. She couldn’t fight her body’s response to rock into that finger as her wetness coated him.

“Never. I hardly spoke to her,” he said.

“You never touched her.”

“No, never.”

“But I heard you kiss her after you...after we...in the kitchen tonight.”

Slowly, in and out that finger rocked. All the while he kept his thumb in place over her pearly bud, unmoving. Only her rocking hips bumped her against it pushing her, making her wetter, hotter.

“On the cheek,” he growled and nipped her stomach again. “Like I could kiss her.” The hand on her ass left for a fleeting moment to tug her skirt all the way up to her waist. Cool air breathed over her bare bottom and the small of her back for the second time that night. Then the slap came on her cool cheek and she gasped aloud as the sting registered in her brain.

“Dominic!” she hissed.

The slap was soft and felt very much like reprimand. “I would never touch another woman while I’m with you. I’ve never lied to you about that. It’s you. It’s been you since I first saw you looking nervous in my study. And it’ll be you for the rest of my life.”

“Okay,” she said, her head falling back as his finger once more started pumping.

He slapped her cheek again, harder.

A bolt of heat shot through her blood. She found her hips grinding, her bottom searching for his hand again. She wanted another slap, this time on the other side to even out the warm, stinging sensation.

In a gruff voice he said, “You like it. Fuck...I’m going to take you until you scream. I’m going to take your sweet little body until you’re sweating from exhaustion and you can no longer speak my name. I’m going to take you, baby, until you no longer doubt whether or not your mine. Until your body recognizes my touch before I even enter to you. I’m going to take you until you tell me the words I want to hear.”

Breathing hard, Felicity tugged on his hair until she met his gaze. With his hand cupping her sex, his eyes locked on hers she whispered the words. Words she was born to say.

“Then take me.”

Dom stood in a rush, one hand fisting in her hair to cock her head for a brutal kiss. She was lost to him, his kiss, his touch. He started working her clit in tight circles. Burning pleasure ensconced her body like she was baking under the sun. She fisted his hair in her hands and kissed him back just as hard, sliding her tongue against his. And as her hips rocked into his hand and she flew apart in an intense, heart-throbbing climax that tightened inside her then erupted, his kiss caught her screams.

Before she even had a chance to come down from the high, she saw
the look
in his eyes.

He cupped her jaw, his thumb tracing over her chin. “I love it when you look at me like that,” he said.

“Like what?”

“Like you can’t wait to have me.”

Understanding struck her. They each had the look. A slow laugh bubbled out of her, and as he picked her up in his arms, she called out a hasty goodbye to Beth.

Her mate, her love cradled her close as he stalked out of the house and took her home.

Chapter 19

Felicity woke up to a terse voice saying her name. She blinked to clear the sleep from her eyes. As she slowly came to memories surged back from last night.

She remembered coming back to the estate and Dominic leading her to his room. He’d been insatiable, but not in a way she would have expected.

He’d licked her everywhere, tasted every inch of her, and palmed every curve of her body without letting her touch him in return. He’d made her suck on his index finger to wet it so he could make her nipple hard, then he’d paid glorious attention to each breast. He’d even kissed her wrists, the inside of her elbows, the slender bone at her ankles, and the soft tops of her feet. He’d paid a silent, arousing homage to her body that she’d longed to reciprocate but he wouldn’t let her.

And when he’d towered between her legs with that dark, hungry look blazing in his eyes and asked her if she loved him, all she could do was nod. For then he’d placed his mouth over her wet, swollen flesh with a hungry growl and taken her body into a screaming, shaking peak that left her panting for long minutes afterward.

Still, he didn’t enter her, didn’t take his release. Her mouth watered to taste him, her hands itched to cup and mold every hard, sweat-slicked inch of him, but each time she tried to touch him he refused her, pushing her hands back onto the bed.

And he didn’t stop with that one breath-stealing orgasm. Not at all. After he slowly licked her down from that peak he’d massaged her thighs and calves until her body grew so relaxed her eyes started drifting closed. But, before she could fully succumb to sleep, he’d turned her over and continued his sensual assault on her, reinvigorating her body to an all new level of awareness. His lips, fingers, palms, and tongue caressed her everywhere, licking his way down her spine, kissing every inch of her. He left no place untouched.

With a growl that spiked her arousal and signaled his loss of patience, Dom roughly pulled her thighs apart. In this position she stood completely open to him, left to his trust. His hands spent long minutes massaging her inner thighs, his touch growing harder and firmer, and with each new minute she grew wetter; her body dying for his touch, for him to enter her and finally ease the ache that only he created.

He whispered sexy, deep words about her beauty, about how hard she made him, about how badly he wanted to fuck her. But he didn’t, even as she begged and sweat dripped from her temples from agony. He never entered her, only kept massaging her until wetness drenched her folds and she mumbled incoherently.

Only then did he touch her.

His fingers had slipped softly across her wet lips, rubbing, petting her. After he coated his fingers in her aroused cream, he slowly pulled his fingers up between her cheeks. At first she clenched, but then his free hand cupped a cheek and massaged it. It felt so good she relaxed with the help of some coaxing, guttural words from him.

As he spread her cheeks open she felt his wet fingers circling her dark rosebud. The wet sensations made her gasp then still beneath his touch. She listened to his heavy breathing as he touched her; as he told her in that gruff, deep voice all the ways he wanted her, how beautiful she was, and how much he wanted her
there
.

After he had her completely relaxed and trusting, he pushed just the tip of his finger inside and circled, pushed in and out. Her lips parted on a moan at the unique sensation. The wet touch in such a forbidden place felt directly connected to her swollen clitoris. The erotic sensations he created made pleasure swell deep in her belly, and she knew that he could make her come from touching her there and that it would be the hardest she’d ever come in her whole life. And so she waited, panting and lifting her bottom to him, moving into his touch wantonly, wanting him to touch her more.

He kept his touch simple and slow, torturing her until she was begging him, her body squirming against the sheets, her hands fisting the comforter. Only after she told him she loved him did he finally fill her with his finger, just his finger. Her tight channel grasped around him like a vice—and it felt remarkable. The caress was strange being as she’d never felt anything inside of her there before, but it felt so
good
. Wicked but hot and delightful. His touch made her burn.

She’d gone wild with wanting. Her swollen clitoris throbbed and she knew with but a little touch she’d fly apart hard and fast. So she’d begged and begged, and still he didn’t relent; never gave her the release she sought. He continued to hold her ass open with one hand so he could watch what he was doing, and what he did. For as she looked over her shoulder to see him, she saw his eyes focused hotly, intently on where he thrust his finger inside her, working her, spreading her open.

His eyes had locked on hers, then he said darkly, “I’m going to fuck you here, sweets, and it’s going to be the hottest thing I’ve ever done. Just the thought makes me want to come.” He’d clamped a hand around his cock then as if to stave off his release. A shiver had racked over her at the sight of the tall, powerful male touching her so intimately as he held his cock. She’d never forget the sight.