Tower in the Woods (13 page)

Abruptly, Dane released her and stepped back. “Prove it.”

Confused, Nel’s eyes widened.

“You want to give me what I want, sweetheart? I want to take you here, on the hood of this car, so hard and fast you won’t even have time to think. Where we are, the guards can see our heat signatures clear as day through the infrared security cameras. And everyone in that damn city will know even before we get there that you are mine, that I’ve had my way with your little body, and that I won’t give you up once you are safely inside. I’m a bastard for wanting this but I’m considering it anyway. Can you live with that?” Dane asked as his gaze swept her body, the bulge against his jeans growing larger by the minute.

Startled and surprisingly aroused by the proposition, Nel hesitated for only a moment. Then she closed her hands around the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head, her gaze never leaving Dane’s. “Whatever you want, Dane, as long as it’s soon. I’ve missed feeling you inside me,” she whispered as her trembling hands dropped the ragged fabric onto the ground.

With a guttural sound, Dane crushed his lips against hers, his tongue invading her even as he roughly yanked at the button on her waistband. With a sibilant protest, her zipper parted and the coarse fabric slid down her legs to pool at the ground. Dane’s large palms closed over her bottom, lifting her off the pile of clothing as she circled her arms around his neck.

Then she felt the cold metal of the car’s hood against her panties. Dane’s hands were yanking apart her chest bindings, and all the while he tangled his tongue with hers. It didn’t take long before Nel’s chest was completely bare, the shreds of cotton ripped beyond repair and falling to the ground.

The cold air hit her breasts immediately, causing her nipples to tighten into hard peaks. Dane released her lips only to pull his T-shirt over his head. The abrasive hair on his chest rasped against her sensitized nipples as his lips closed over hers in another possessive kiss, his hands already moving to strip off her last shred of clothing.

Whimpering, Nel clutched Dane’s shoulders as she closed her eyes against the onslaught of desire. The feel of his lips and tongue against hers sent heat pooling between her thighs. It had been so long since he had touched her this way, since her hands had been free to explore the hard muscles of his chest and shoulders, since those strong arms had wrapped around her much more delicate body as he fused their naked flesh together.

Suddenly, Dane ended the kiss only to close his hot mouth over Nel’s turgid nipple. She gasped at the electric sensation as his teeth scraped over her sensitized flesh. She almost screamed when he cupped the mound at the apex of her legs, his callused fingers boldly probing the folds that covered her opening.

“You’re wet,” Dane rasped accusingly before switching to Nel’s other nipple.

Nel blushed, remembering one of the more embarrassing side effects of her pregnancy. Since Dane had left, she had dreamed of him each night, sometimes waking to find her hand between her legs, and more than once continuing what she had started doing in her dream. “Dane, I need to tell you—”

“Later.” He growled as he plunged a finger completely inside her, causing Nel to writhe against his probing hand. He inserted another finger and spread them, stretching her as his thumb circled the bundle of nerves at the top of her opening. Lightning lanced through her body as she spasmed against the penetration, her inner walls clutching around the hard, surging fingers as Dane bit down on her nipple.

“But…” Nel managed to whimper before Dane pumped his fingers in and out of her slick channel, the pressure of his thumb against the swollen nub robbing her of all thought. All she could focus on was the pleasure that made her feel as if she were about to burst out of her own skin. Her eyes drifted closed as she practically collapsed against his chest. It had been only a few minutes since he had started touching her, and she was a moment away from orgasm.

Abruptly, Dane pulled his fingers out, ignoring Nel’s whimpered protest as he flipped her over. In a dazed state, she felt the cold metal of the car against her belly. She was sprawled facedown on the hood with her naked breasts pressed up against the cold surface and her bottom strategically lifted. Her slim legs just barely reached the grassy ground. “Dane, what—”

“Whatever I want, remember?” Dane asked gruffly as she heard the clinking sound that told her he unbuckled his belt. “I’ve wanted to take you from behind since the first time we had sex but you were already too small for me and this position would have made you even tighter.”

“And now?” Nel asked as she placed her palms against the hood of the car, bracing herself for the assault he had in mind.

“Sweetheart, you’re so wet down there I’d hate for it to go to waste,” Dane informed her as his palms reached under her body to cup her breasts. He continued to milk the soft mounds as he brushed his hot silken shaft against the cleft of her bottom. Pinching both of her nipples, he ordered, “Lift your butt.”

Overcome by the sensations his hands were generating, Nel eagerly complied. She had read that this was how four-legged mammals procreated, but her sexual experience had been too limited for her to even fantasize about being taken from behind. In the Tower, Dane had naturally taken the lead in their lovemaking, and he usually made love to her while she lay comfortably on her back. A few of those times she had been on top, but never had he taken her lying facedown.

This time everything was different. The cold air chilled Nel’s body, especially with her front plastered against the metal hood of the Jeep. Her small breasts felt heavier with her body facing downward, and Dane was being neither gentle nor careful. He was squeezing her sensitized nipples hard enough for it to hurt, the rolling motion sending shards of pain and pleasure coursing throughout her.

Dane wasn’t holding back, he wasn’t being careful, and he wasn’t in control. The danger he posed filled Nel with a sultry heat, making creamy moisture pool inside her channel to prepare her for his possession. She wanted to be claimed, utterly and completely. She wanted to be at his mercy.

He kicked apart her legs with his booted feet, spreading her so she was wide and ready for his penetration. He hadn’t even taken the time to fully lower his pants. Then the thick head of Dane’s member probed her from behind, and Nel’s moan was a plea and an invitation rolled into one.

“Is this what you want?” Dane rasped as he pushed his thick, turgid arousal into her tight, wet warmth. When Nel furtively nodded, he ordered, “Say it. I want to hear you say it.”

“Please. I want you inside me,” Nel mouthed as she wiggled her bottom against Dane’s groin. His member had always been a little too big for her comfort, and now the invasion felt enormous against her swollen folds. His tip wasn’t even fully inside her yet, and she still felt uncomfortably stretched and full. She bit down on her lower lip in both fear and anticipation as she waited for the reaming that was about to come.

Then he pulled out and stepped away. The sudden chill of the air surprised her. But a second later, the strap of his belt lashed over her butt cheek.

“Dane…” Nel exclaimed as she tried to scramble up only to find Dane’s large hand pressing down on her back.

“First, I’m going to punish you for almost getting yourself killed,” Dane said in a low growl as the strap landed against Nel’s firm flesh again and again.

Initially, she was outraged, but blood pooling to her bottom also fed her arousal. He used barely a fraction of his considerable strength—the act was meant to arouse and not hurt.

“I need you inside me,” Nel begged as the interminable lashing continued. She had enough experience to know to lift her butt enticingly, to raise herself onto her elbows so Dane could have a better view of her breasts.

“What a naughty girl you are,” Dane murmured as he abruptly stopped spanking her. Nel expected him to resume what they had been doing, and she nearly cried out in shock as she felt him loop the belt around her wrists. In a practiced move, he took the loose end and circled her neck before knotting it over the buckle. Roughly, he shoved her bound body back down against the car. “This is what you want, isn’t it? Beg, Nel. I want to hear you beg.”

Nel tried to nod but the belt immediately felt as if it was choking her. “Please, Dane. I’ve wanted you for so long. Please finish this.”

Dane didn’t need any further invitation. Making rumbling sounds in his chest, he shifted his hands so they gripped her rib cage. His unrelenting hold made her feel utterly helpless, which added to her already heightened state of arousal.

Nel let out a soft cry of protest as Dane plunged inside her, burying himself to the hilt despite the natural resistance of her small opening.

“Damn, you’re tight.” Dane groaned even as he pulled out and slammed into her again and again, the contact between his groin and her uplifted bottom making slapping sounds as Nel closed her eyes and tried to absorb the full impact of his lust. In this position, she was completely vulnerable to him, unable to do anything but accept his steady impaling.

Nel felt more uncomfortably stretched than when Dane had taken her virginity, the angle of his thrusts filling her so utterly it was difficult for her to breathe. The impact of his surges was hard enough that her body would have been shoved forward had his hands not been holding her in place, and the submissive surrender sent molten heat spreading from her clenching channel throughout her body. She could no longer feel the cold air or the hard metal. She couldn’t feel the bite of the belt buckle against her wrists or the discomfort of the leather circling her nape. All she could focus on was the feel of his silken invasion into her yielding body.

Urgent cries escaped her throat as pleasure built into a cascade of white heat, lancing through her core and gathering at the point where Dane continued to pump into her. “Dane, make me come,” Nel begged as she tried to reach for something that was just barely beyond her grasp, as she clenched her inner muscles around his shaft in a silent plea. The choking sensation around her neck made it impossible for her to move, and all she could do was wait for him to give her release.

A harsh sound erupted out of Dane as his movements quickened and his rhythm devolved into a frenzy. One hand released her rib cage to snake under her body, his thumb expertly finding the nub that controlled Nel’s pleasure. With a few harsh strokes, ecstasy exploded inside her, causing her entire body to spasm around his shaft as she let out a high-pitched cry.

“You’re mine. Say it,” Dane ordered even as his own body shuddered, releasing hot spurts of liquid inside Nel’s swollen wet channel.

“I’m yours,” Nel whispered in assent as the heated gush of Dane’s release sent her once more over the edge, the impact of their orgasms robbing both of them of any further ability to think.

“How are the little prince and princess doing?” Dane asked as he slowly padded into the nursery. Nel had her reading glasses on and she glanced anxiously between the crib and the open page.

“There has to be some mistake. A misprint, perhaps,” Nel said with a frown as she uneasily looked up at him.

Dane’s eyebrows rose. For some reason, he had assumed his eminently logical wife would take to the Ferber method like a cat to cream. After all, she had a mind so adept at conducting scientific research she had been recruited into the Research and Development division of the FMA as soon as she’d finished her aptitude test. However, when it came to their twin babies, Michael and Angel, Nel was actually balking at following the detailed instructions described by Dr. Richard Ferber.

“They seem to be doing okay,” Dane said as he leaned over to look at the two tear-drenched faces. “Doesn’t it say you need to leave the room for a predetermined period of time?”

“But they’re crying,” Nel protested unhappily as she flipped back to the beginning of the chapter.

Dane glanced at the clock on the wall. “Sweetheart, we agreed we’d leave them for five minutes before coming back. We’ll be just outside the door. Come on, you can do this.”

Nervously, Nel chewed on her lower lip. “I’m not sure…”

“Nel, you’ve been researching child development before the twins were even born. You said the research is pretty conclusive—self-soothing works,” Dane said as he placed his hand at the small of Nel’s back and gently but firmly ushered her out. “We were supposed to begin the process when they were three months old. That was two months ago.”

“Technically, it says they should begin the process between three to five months of age,” Nel argued as she tried to step around him.

“And they turned five months today so this isn’t optional,” Dane countered. Seeing the look in those crystal blue eyes, Dane cupped Nel’s face with both hands. “Mike and Angel are going to be just fine for the next four minutes and thirty seconds.”

At that moment, Angel let out a particularly loud wail, and Dane had to forcibly grab Nel’s waist to stop her from rushing through the door.

“I’ve decided this wasn’t such a good idea,” Nel said as she tried to squirm out of his hold.

Dane held firm. He loved the two cherubic twins he and Nel had created, but unless they started sleeping through the night soon he was never going to be able to get his very beautiful wife to have sex with him. “Four minutes and fifteen seconds to go.”

“But, Dane…” Nel protested as Mike’s voice joined Angel’s blasting wail.

Knowing Nel was about to lose it, Dane decided the best way to ensure his wife’s compliance was distraction. Pinning her body against the hallway wall, he closed his mouth over hers. She struggled momentarily before letting out a soft little sigh and melting against his hold. Eagerly, he slid his tongue into her yielding mouth, savoring the few moments they had left. After all, Nel wasn’t going to be distracted for much longer.

When Dane finally ended the kiss Nel looked dreamily into his eyes. “How much longer?” she asked in a husky voice.

‘“About a minute or so,” Dane said as he fingered the top button of Nel’s blouse. “But maybe when we get the little darlings to finally sleep we can pick up where we just left off.”