Yield to Me (16 page)

“Yes?” he asked between kisses.

“Now who’s slowly killing whom?” she
questioned in a breathless little voice, accepting the hunger of his caresses
with pleasurable moans.

Unexpected laughter vibrated through
him, which quickly turned into a growl of need when her hand slipped into the
front opening of his jeans. His answering response was a savage kiss that ended
in a searing path down her neck and shoulders. Her body jerked wildly but he
ignored it, soft whimpers of desire urging him to continue with his bold
strokes. He wanted to take it slow but her movements demanded he put an end to
the fire he’d created inside her. Her catlike purrs pleaded with him not to
stop.

He did stop though, when he realized
how close she was to completing the journey. He slid his hands around until he
reached her buttocks, kneading and caressing her flesh until they were both a
little crazy with hunger. As she rocked with shameless abandon against his
hardness, it was then Brent realized he couldn’t take any more.

“You have about five seconds to
change your mind, if you’re going to,” he rasped, snaking his tongue out to
lick at a burgeoning nipple close to his mouth. “Before I part those silken
thighs and make you mine.”

His hoarse words seemed to enflame
her more and she caught her breath, pulling away to look at him with glazed
eyes. After a heart stopping moment, she raised her face with intentions of
kissing him, but his hand tangled in her hair, preventing her from reaching her
destination.

“No, Sophie, I want the words,” he
rasped wildly, needing to know her answer without any doubts. He didn’t want
her throwing it back in his face again that he’d forced himself on her.

“Yes!” she gasped fiercely, slowly
raising her face a second time. “I want you to fuck me,” she breathed against
his lips. “I want you inside me!” When her lips finally closed over his they
became lost in a whirlwind of passion and desire.

Sounds of mutual pleasure rocked
through the small cabin, and Brent knew there was no turning back. Sophie’s
hands were there suddenly, pulling at his pants until they were down enough to
free his seeking cock. His heart locked in his tight throat as her fingers
guided him to the soft, plump folds of her pussy. Thrusting forward in one
smooth motion, he buried himself deeply inside her womb.

“Oh my!”
She arched into his possession, her cry of pure pleasure echoing
throughout the cabin. “Oh!”

That one single thrust was almost
Brent’s undoing, as the warm yielding flesh of her body enveloped his dick in a
tight, wet heat. He paused briefly to let the feeling pass. He had more control
than that, and he wasn’t about to cheat them. Sophie, on the other hand, had
other plans, tightening her muscles around him, urging him to move.
Urging him to lose control.

He moved, slowly at first,
withdrawing from her body until just the tip of his penis stroked her clit in a
teasing sweep, before slowly gliding back home. She gasped sharply, shivering,
clenching her hands into the flesh of his buttocks. However, her wildness
didn’t force him into yielding control. Instead, it had the opposite effect,
impelling him to move even slower, drawing out each thrust as much as he dared.

“Oh God!” she cried in a voice laced
with smoky heat, her head thrashing against the pillow. Her cool, haughty demeanor
replaced with the blazing fire of a hungry vixen.

Continuing to tease her, Brent’s
stamina began to waver when he felt the telltale river of sensation igniting
deep inside his body, signaling release was imminent. He began fucking Sophie
harder and deeper, control escaping him as intense pleasure spurred him on.

Sophie matched his passion every
step of the way, moving beneath him wildly while welcoming him into her moist
body. She pleaded with him to put out the fire, but he didn’t need any
encouragement to end the inferno between them. Her cries of release and the
convulsing of her body when she climaxed sent him over the edge. Slamming his
mouth down on hers, all it took was a final deep thrust and he was spilling
hotly inside her.

Chapter 14

Stirring slowly, Sophie burrowed
deeper beneath the covers vaguely wondering why she was naked and aching all
over. As she roused more fully she became aware of other, more subtle changes
in her body.
Tenderness between her thighs; a lingering
tingle that seemed to envelop her whole being.
She felt warm; her
breasts swollen and sensitive. A lengthy moan escaped her after running her
hands down her body and gently probing between her thighs.

Oh God! It hadn’t been a dream.

Her eyes bolted open when she
realized the wetness between her legs was the end result of a passionate
coupling with Brent. A deep heat raced throughout her body when it all came
rushing back to her with startling clarity. How she’d responded to his caresses
with shameless abandon. How she’d wanted his possession.

She unwillingly recalled how eagerly
she’d wanted to give him pleasure as well. How much she’d enjoyed his hands and
mouth on her, while his cock pounded in and out of her. Yet instead of feeling
shame for her weakness, thinking about it only aroused her all over again.

Rolling to her side she came face to
face with Brent, who was still asleep, his lips parted slightly as he breathed
in shallow spurts. She froze, holding her breath. The early morning sunrise
filtering through the semi-sheer curtains gave off enough light to make out his
masculine features. He was even more handsome in a relaxed state, with his
expression unguarded, and his thick hair tousled like a little boy.

She thought about their intense
lovemaking. He’d seen to her needs as well as his own. Something she hadn’t
experienced with any other partner. Not that she’d had all that many. In
contrast, Brent was older than most of the men she’d dated and his experience
showed; he’d been a powerful and thorough lover. She knew she’d never be able
to sleep with another man and not make comparisons.

Again, she felt a warm glow fill her
body at the image of them entwined in the throes of passion, but she couldn’t afford
to linger on that right now. Tearing her gaze away from his sleeping profile
she looked around the cabin until her glance fell on the door that led topside.
There had to be some way she could make contact with the outside world. At the
very least, contact her father to assure him she was all right. It surprised
her to realize she was more concerned with that then with escaping.

When her gaze landed on Brent, again
the reason became crystal clear. She didn’t want to escape at all. She wasn’t
an expert on kidnappings but intuition told her something wasn’t right about
the whole situation. Eventually she was going to find out what. She wasn’t
quite ready to believe his story about kidnapping Eunice Holland either.
Besides, escaping Brent would lead her directly into Jonathan’s arms.

On that thought, she slowly turned
away from him, scooting to the edge of the bed. She carefully reached for the
first shirt she saw on the floor, slipping it on and keeping her head turned so
she could watch him out of the corner of her eye. Then, holding her breath, she
rose gingerly to her feet. She was certain Brent had a cellular phone somewhere
on the boat. The first place she checked was the pockets of his jeans, sighing
with deep disappointment when her search turned up nothing but some loose
change and his truck keys. Then it occurred to her he’d hardly keep it in the
bedroom where she might get her hands on it. She turned toward the narrow
hallway leading to the galley.

When she was far enough away from
the bedroom, she hurried the rest of the way to the tiny galley, which had all
the amenities of a normal kitchen only in much smaller dimensions. There was
even a small nook to sit and eat in. Her gaze darted wildly around the
confining space, and she jumped for joy when they landed on the small black
cell phone. Dashing to the counter she snatched it up, almost dropping it while
hurriedly dialing her father’s private number. It bypassed his secretary’s desk
and right now, she didn’t have time to waste talking with Rita.

“Please be there!” she whispered
desperately as it rang. She kept her worried gaze on the doorway praying Brent
was a heavy sleeper. The tenderness and consideration she’d found in his arms
didn’t fool her into thinking he wouldn’t be furious if he caught her
jeopardizing his plans. She was about to give up when finally on the fourth
ring she heard an all-too-familiar voice.

“Who is this?”

Knowing her father and his moods very
well, the gruff tone of his voice indicated he was preoccupied and probably
knee-deep in work. In addition, he hated interruptions. Very few people had his
private number and it usually meant some kind of crisis when they used it.
Sophie was only thankful he hadn’t changed the number as he’d threatened to do
a hundred times.

“This better be good,” he warned.

“Dad, it’s me!” She wasn’t expecting
the long pause that followed. Maybe hearing her voice caused him to go into
shock. “Are you all right?” she asked with concern.

“Sophie?”
Am I imagining the surprised hesitancy in his tone?
“I don’t have
much time to explain. I…”

“How…what…how…”

He was uncharacteristically
stumbling over his words but she was too preoccupied with worry that Brent
would walk into the room at any second to question it. “Dad, listen, I don’t
know how much time I have. I just wanted to let you know that I’m okay.” She
turned her back to the doorway so her voice wouldn’t carry.

“Well.” He cleared his throat. “I’m
glad to hear that, dear. I’ve been worried sick. Ah, where are you?” He seemed
to have pulled himself together quickly. “Do you know what’s going on?”

Sophie frowned at his odd question.
“What do you mean? Other than I’ve been kidnapped, no, and I don’t know where I
am either except on a boat somewhere…”

She let out a startled shriek when
the phone was suddenly snatched out of her hand, swinging around in time to see
Brent slam it closed. He looked mad enough to kill; his sharp expression carved
in granite. A muscle flicked angrily in his jaw but it was the look in his
eyes, one of disappointment and regret that confused and frightened Sophie. She
moistened her dry lips, suddenly wishing there were some place she could run,
somewhere safe. Her hand went to her throat, nervously clutching the opened
collar of her shirt.

“I-I…”

“Save it,” he growled, his eyes
snapping with anger. “I don’t know why I thought you were any different, but
deceit and trickery seems to be a common female trait. You didn’t waste any
time, letting me fuck you so I’d let my guard down.”

Sophie’s eyes rounded. She didn’t
know why it should matter but she didn’t want Brent thinking that about her.
“That’s not why I…”

“Who was that?”

Sophie hesitated. Either he hadn’t
heard enough to know she’d been talking to her father, or he was testing her.
Maybe he wanted to see if she’d answer him honestly. Instincts told her she’d
fare better if she told him the truth. It might gain her some advantage later
on.

“My father.”
She paused, taking a shaky breath.

Brent kept his stare narrowed on
her, frightening her with the intensity. A line of attack she was certain was
meant to remind her who the boss was.

“I had to let him know I was okay,”
she said in her defense, doubting he would understand.

She was trapped between him and the
only way out. There was nowhere for her to go anyway, but she felt compelled to
retreat a few steps back. In spite of being convinced he was about to dish out
some kind of punishment, Sophie’s gaze moved over his disheveled hair and the
faint scratches lining his muscular chest. The sight reminded her of their
recent lovemaking.

Her gaze returned to his mouth. His
lips were pressed tight and white, revealing his irritation, yet Sophie
couldn’t help recalling how sensuously soft they’d been against hers.

For as long as she lived she’d never
forget what it felt like experiencing her first toe-curling kiss. The kind her
high school friends had talked about during lunchtime, and sworn they’d all
experienced. Though she instinctively knew there was no way their encounters
could hold a candle to the heaven she found in Brent’s strong embrace.

She felt heat spread over her body.
Made worse by the way Brent’s gaze shifted down her body, stripping what little
she had on, off. Realizing she’d buttoned her shirt in a hurry, she reached up
to make sure she was decent. Satisfied with what she found, she ran her hands
through her hair.

“Who else did you call?”

“No one else,” Sophie replied
softly.

He arched a brow; tightening his
mouth, more if that were possible. “Not even Lord?”

Sophie shook her head.
He would be the last one I’d call.

“I’m surprised he wasn’t first on
your list. Considering how much you love him, right?”