The Seduction of Destiny Rhode [The Seduction 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (6 page)

She was speechless. Part of her wanted to deny it vehemently, but she couldn’t. What was worse was that he’d been able to read her so well. She was embarrassed and off balance and felt a rising need to run. Her brain started to overload, struggling between what she held so hard in her heart and the words that he spoke that resonated in an even deeper place.

“I could do things to your body and soul that would leave you so satisfied you wouldn’t remember your own name.”

She had no fight left in her, and she melted into another heated kiss. This time he pressed his leg between her thighs, spreading them. Destiny happily ground herself against his offered knee. It had been longer than she even remembered since a man had touched her, and none had touched her quite like this.

“Can you come for me like this?” His voice was raspy, and he immediately went back to kissing her so she couldn’t respond.

She spread her legs further, wondering if he even realized that the reason she wore garters was because she didn’t like to wear panties and right now the rough thread of his jeans was rubbing just right against her bare clit.

“What do you need from me, baby?”

She momentarily thought of pushing him away again, but God how she wanted to come. He was right, the only orgasms she ever got were self-induced, and right now she wanted to come to the touch of a man more than anything else on the planet.

“We’re in public,” she managed to choke out.

Granted, it wasn’t likely any guests would come down this particular corridor, but one of his men could very easily, or even Aiden.

“Then come for me quick, and I’ll make certain your dignity stays intact.”

His roguish smile was only enhanced by his wink. She was too close to care about anything other than her own completion. Her hair was rapidly coming loose from the dozen pins she’d put in it that morning, but she didn’t care about that, either. She ground herself harder against him, moaning deep in her throat as she did.

“There you go, my little minx.” He released her hands finally and brought his arm around her waist to help her balance. “I want to slide my fingers deep into that wet pussy.”

She felt his hand slide down the outside of her skirt, then begin a trail up the inside. She halfheartedly tried slapping at it, but she didn’t give a fuck anymore about anything but falling over that crest.

“Good God, woman! You’re bare-ass naked.”

She shivered and stared at him with need exposed in her eyes. He looked so pleased with her. That look was the exact one she craved from Oscar but never once saw when he looked at her. Ronan slowly smiled back in return just before she felt his fingers slide between her folds and just like he said, deep into her pussy.

She clutched his shoulders, knowing she’d fall if she didn’t. Between his fingers inside her and his thumb now working her clit, she didn’t need any more encouragement. Her entire body tensed, then trembled. She dug her nails in deep. To keep from crying out, she bit into the top of his shoulder as the orgasm took everything she was and shook it to the very core of her existence.

It had been so damn long since she’d been touched. Oscar had stopped having sex with her years before they finally divorced. She’d forgotten how good it felt. Of course, it had never felt like
this
with Oscar.

She couldn’t breathe by the time the orgasm washed over her, and she was very definitely weak, but he grabbed her tighter around the waist and held her while he slid his two fingers out of her and into his mouth, making a sound of approval as he slowly slid them across his tongue and back out.

What does one say at a time like this?

Thanks…

Um, catch ya later…

Great orgasm, but I gotta run now…

Destiny tried to keep her own personal embarrassment at bay so as not to make the entire situation anymore ridiculous. At the same time, she knew he’d take her one moment of weakness as encouragement. She felt a desperate need to let him know this would
not
happen again.

“I should go.” She couldn’t even look him in the eye.

“Oh no you don’t.” He grabbed her tight and pressed her back against the wall again.

Still weak from the best orgasm she’d ever had in her life, she didn’t have a lot of fight in her.

“I have a resort to run.” It sounded lame even to herself.

“Yes, you do, but first, I expect satisfaction, Destiny.”

“I am
not
giving you a blow job in this hallway!”

She was so adorable when she was flustered, and Ronan couldn’t help messing with her just to see how far he could push her.

“Fair enough. Want to go inside one of the rooms, then?”

She squealed.

He laughed.

“Calm down, wild thing. That’s
not
the kind of satisfaction I was talking about.” Just to mess with her he reached for his zipper with one hand while continuing to pin her to the wall with his body and the other hand. “However, if you insist…”

The little minx shoved hard against him, but Ronan knew she wasn’t going anywhere until he allowed it. What bothered him, though, was why he so badly wanted to hear her reasoning for turning him down. It shouldn’t matter. He should have been moving onto the next woman, but here he was, fighting himself from stripping her naked and fucking her against the wall in the exact fashion he had assured her he had no intention of doing.

Yes, she was accessible, which made her attractive considering he took this job very seriously and spent the majority of his time working on her resort. His sexual needs were such that “accessible” put her toward the top of the list of potential partners. Sex didn’t require a need to hear her story or why she was trying to refuse him, though. He didn’t normally find himself digging his heels in with a woman. If she said no, plenty of others would say yes. Yet he found himself trying to convince her how good they’d be together.

He could have questioned himself as to what made him so convinced of that fact. After all, she had her little “fifties librarian” thing going on, which could mean she was ice in bed, but there was more to her than that. His desire involved more than simply wanting to fuck her, but he felt no inclination to dig into his reasoning.
Her
motivation intrigued him, however. He wanted to know more.

She felt as much attraction to him as he did to her, and possibly had needs just as great, as he just proved. It wouldn’t take much persuasion to get her into his bed. So why was he standing here pinning her to the wall of a public hallway, about to force the issue of
why
she thought she didn’t want to have an affair with him?

“Look, all I want is an explanation that makes some kind of sense as to why we can’t have a little fun together while I’m here.”

“My reasons don’t have to make sense to you. They make sense to
me
.”

Some of the fight drained out of her, and a long strand of dark-auburn hair fell loose and dropped over her one eye. She blew it back, but it simply fell forward again. In a moment of tenderness rare for him, he pushed it back for her and tucked it behind her ear.

She blinked back tears that made her appear far too frail and vulnerable. She seemed so bottled up, so fucking hard on herself all the time. He would bet money that she never allowed herself a moment to simply
enjoy
something. For some damned reason he couldn’t fathom at the moment, the “why” of it mattered to him.

“You’re so tightly wrapped, Destiny. Don’t you ever want to just let it all go?”

He wanted to discover her layers, her likes and dislikes. He wanted to discover her favorite food, what she was passionate about, how she spent her downtime, what pissed her off, besides him. Also, he wanted to know all the little sounds she made while fucking someone with all that pent-up passion of hers.

“I can’t. Don’t you see that? I have two kids to worry about and now this entire resort. I have bank payments to make, and everyone I’ve ever known is waiting for me to come back home a failure…” She looked straight into his eyes as tears started to slip down her cheeks. “I
can’t
let that happen. Don’t you
see
that?”

He felt like a complete asshole.

“Aw, Destiny.” He pulled her into his arms. Though she struggled against him at first, she did eventually allow him to comfort her while she cried.

It struck Ronan as a rather surreal moment for him. He didn’t normally do emotions, and he couldn’t remember ever when he had ever comforted a woman, but this felt incredibly right. She was warm and soft with curves in all the right places. He’d thought her truly beautiful from the moment he first saw her, but when she laughed, or smiled, she lit up the room, and her beauty became a thing of legend. He loved when her eyes sparked with passion, whether she was arguing with him or letting him pleasure her, and he would be damned if she didn’t let him have more.

“It’s going to be all right.” He pulled her away far enough so he could look into her eyes that were now smudged with mascara. “You do know that, right?”

“No.” She wailed and went into another round of tears. “Don’t you see? I
don’t
know that! I try to keep a brave front up for Aiden and Max and Austin, but oh my God, Ronan, I’m petrified!”

He placed his hands gently cupping her head, his thumbs brushing each cheek and bent down to be more at eye level with her.

“Destiny Rhode Ramirez, only
not
Ramirez anymore, I don’t know you well. I don’t know your pain or your passion. I don’t know your struggle or your victories. I don’t know what gets you up in the morning or what scares you the most…”“ He shrugged. “Unless it’s this.”

He tried to coax a smile from her and was rewarded with a tiny fraction of one.

“What I
do
know is that you are a fighter. You’ve kicked mine and Aiden’s ass more than once, and we are not easy men to push around. You have passion and a fire in your belly for standing on your own two feet. That is a rare thing in this day, and you’ve earned my respect, not something I give away easily. You will
make
this work. You have good advisors, but more, you’re intelligent, passionate, and you want this. Yes, it’s daunting, but I have not a doubt in the world you’ll make this work, come hell or high water. Now smile for me and tell me you believe it, too.”

She gave him the most forced smile he’d ever seen in his life and through gritted teeth forced out the words. “I believe it, too.”

He couldn’t help himself, he laughed so hard tears formed in his eyes.

“Oh, Destiny, you are…” He couldn’t quite find the words, then he realized he didn’t want words, he just wanted to kiss her again.

He pulled her body gently back against his and ravished her mouth with his own. She tasted of lip gloss and pineapple and it was a perfect mixture. He loved the way, despite what her words claimed, she gave herself to him. He loved the way she sizzled with passion and raw primal need just the way he did. A kiss from her was as good as a fuck from most women he’d known. He set his mind there and then, that no matter how slow he had to go, or what he had to promise her, he was going to have her. And more, when she finally surrendered to him, he was going to make her one damn satisfied woman.

“Mooooooooooooom!”

She jerked away from him so fast, he lost balance.

She pushed at her hair and wiped her lips before shouting in a perfectly calm voice that everything else about her demeanor belied, “What, Austin?”

“Aunt Abby is here!”

“
What
?” She shrieked, then pressed a hand against her stomach and muttered, “Fuck.”

“Older or younger sister?” She looked at him while rubbing the back of her neck.

“Younger.”

“She’s in the lob-by!” Austin continued to yell from the bottom-floor landing. Ronan was glad he hadn’t traipsed up the stairs. He couldn’t imagine Destiny would want her son seeing her this disheveled and rattled.

“Abby Rhode?” Ronan smirked. “Seriously?”

Destiny finished straightening her clothing. Ronan suddenly recalled that the woman didn’t wear any panties under that skirt and went hard all over again.

“It could have been worse.” She started toward the stairs.

“And how’s that, darlin’?” Ronan didn’t want her to go, but knew he couldn’t stop her.

“My mother could have given
me
that name!”

As she disappeared down the stairs, Ronan laughed with joy at her spirit and her attitude. The woman had grit. She had to succeed in this new venture. He
knew
she would. He couldn’t imagine her accepting anything less from herself. Just the way he wasn’t going to accept anything less than complete surrender from her once he got her into his bed, and he was damn certain now that he would.

* * * *

Destiny hoped she didn’t look as disjointed as she felt. She took one last look at the salmon-colored suit, straightened the skirt and pushed her hopelessly disarrayed hair around, hoping it would somehow miraculously re-pin itself. Though she was loath to admit it, even to herself, his kiss did more to her than…well more. It was passionate and tender and incendiary all in one. Quite honestly, she would have been more than happy to dissolve into one of the guest rooms he’d been working in and spend the afternoon exploring that amazing body of his, but she needed to remain the sensible one. It was her role, in her family, in her marriage, in life. She couldn’t possibly throw caution to the wind like that and jump into the arms of the first available man…or
any
man, for that matter.