Game for Seduction, Page 4

  "I'm sorry," he said, trying to speak over the gravel in his throat. "I should stop staring."

  She looked up at him, her eyes full of desire. Please," she said, and arousal hit him like a sledgehammer. "Don't stop."

  All his blood rushed to his cock. "You don't mean that."

  She moved closer. "I do. I want you to touch me. To kiss me." She dropped her voice to a whisper. "I want you to make love to me, Dorninic."

  In seconds, his hands were in her hair, his mouth on hers. He knew that his kiss was rough, that he should stop his palms from moving down her shoulders, over her breasts, that he shouldn't be shoving his hard, denim-clad thigh between her naked legs. But he couldn't stop. Nothing had a chance of getting between him and her sweet pussy anymore.

  He felt her surprise as he pounced on her, but they were long past the time when she could have retreated. She'd said she wanted him to fuck her, and now she was going to get her wish.

  He was going to fuck her long and hard, and he wasn't going to let her go until he finally got her out of his system.

  She gasped as he lifted her up onto his hips. His shoulder injury throbbed but he ignored the ache.

  Kneading her soft flesh with his hands, teasing her lips with his mouth, he backed her up against the window, pressing her into it. He ran kisses along her jaw to the hollow of her neck, and she arched her neck to give him better access. Her breasts rose and his lips were greedy, desperate for a taste of her nipples. He sucked one hard, rosy tip into his mouth and she moaned in pleasure.

  Wanting his hands free, he propped her up against the glass wall with the weight of his body. "Hold on tight, sweetheart."

  She wrapped her wrists around his neck and locked her ankles together behind his waist. She was so damn hot, her heat cupping his cock even through the thick denim of his jeans.

  He cupped her breasts in his hands, pushing them together, tonguing her nipples. He could spend all night loving them, nibbling on her soft flesh, listening to her whimper. Next time, he would give her breasts the attention they deserved. Right now he couldn't help but slide his fingers down between her labia.

  He found slick, slippery flesh. She gasped, "Dominic," as she pushed closer to his fingers.

  He covered her mouth with his and found her tongue in the exact moment he plunged one finger into her tight, wet pussy. She bucked against him and he slid his other fingers over her lips.

  "Sweet lord, you're wet," he murmured as he toyed with the tight bud of her clitoris, getting lost there for several moments.

  She ground her hips against his hand. "Please, Dominic," she begged, "Please."

  He knew what she was asking for. She wanted to come, with his fingers on her. And he would let her, this first time. Next time, it would be his mouth. And then his cock, deep inside her.

  Increasing the pressure on her clit, swirling tight, hard circles that made her breath come in fast gasps, he let go of her ass and slid his other hand down toward her cunt, too. He wanted to feel her ride his fingers, feel her climax throbbing against his knuckles.

  Needing to see her face, her eyes, he pulled away from her mouth, let off on her clit just slightly, and slid another finger into her pussy.

  Her eyes flew open, her irises dilated with passion. Sweet lord, she was going to be a tight sheath.

  "Come for me, sweetheart."

  She grasped the back of his neck with her hands and pulled his mouth onto hers as her muscles clamped down tight on his fingers. Her tongue invaded his mouth as she pumped up and down on his hand. He'd had never wanted a woman this much, had never been so desperate to spread her pussy lips wide and fuck her.

  Her hips slowed as her climax subsided, and even though he was still harder than he'd ever been before, he softened their kiss.

  He slid his fingers out and shifted his body away from hers, knowing that her legs must be tired from clasping them so tightly around his waist. Now he wanted to take her to his bed and explore every last inch of her perfect skin with his mouth and hands.

  Chapter Six

  The V between her legs was buzzing with sensation as Dominic picked her up and carried her down the hall. He had the most powerful, marvelous hands. Strong, yet gentle enough to tease her until she was desperate for release. And his fingers were so long, so skilled. No wonder he was one of the top wide receivers in the NFL, his hands were definitely magic.

  Every Sunday, Dominic was the most focused man on the field. And when he was touching her, it was as if no one else on earth existed. She'd never been with a man who was so wholly focused on giving her pleasure.

  She shivered, thinking about what he'd done to her. And what she hoped he was going to do next.

  "Looks like you need me to warm you up," he said, and she continued trembling in excited anticipation. They were just at the threshold of his bedroom, when he bent his dark head down to her breasts. She felt his warm breath on her nipple and then he covered the stiff peak with his mouth, his tongue swirling and teasing, and then his lips sucking and pulling at it.

  Instinctively, she arched into his mouth. She'd never been loved like this, by a man who possessed a map of the most responsive parts of her body.

  "I can't get enough of your breasts," he growled.

  If she'd had one final coherent thought left in her brain, she would have come back with something sexy. But then he was laying her down on the soft covers of his bed and she was enveloped in softness on one side, and heat and hard muscles on the other. No woman could have used her brain at a time like this.

  Dominic kneeled over her, and she reached for the hem of his T-shirt.

  "I want you naked, too," she urged as she explored the deep indentations of his abdominal muscles with her fingertips. His stomach twitched beneath her touch and Melissa suddenly became aware of her womanly strength.

  Dominic had controlled her heart and body for so many years, she wanted him to know what it was like. At least for one night.

  She put her hands on the button of his jeans, but he gently covered her fingers with his own.

  "Not yet."

  As frustration bubbled inside her, he said, "I can't wait another second to taste you again." Then he began kissing his way down her naked body - from her cheek to her shoulders, along the sides of her breasts, her rib cage, all the way past her belly button. She was holding her breath, waiting for the blissful moment when he would touch her with his tongue, but instead he gently nipped at the inside of her thigh, the back of her knee, her ankles, her big toe.

  Trembling inside and out, she realized she was going to come again without Dominic so much as touching her clit. Desperate for release, her vaginal muscles clenched convulsively as Dominic's kisses traveled back up her calves, up her thighs. At last she felt his hands on her hips, opening her up to him.

  "Wait for me, sweetheart," he said, and she expected his tongue and lips to make contact with her heated flesh. Instead, he blew a long breath across her clitoris.

  She cried out in surprised ecstasy.

  His hands cupped her butt cheeks and he lifted her closer to his mouth and blew again. Air rushed across her mound and she whimpered again with pleasure.

  "You like it when I blow on you, don't you?" he said, his words teasing her to an even higher fever pitch.

  "Again," she begged, desperate for release. "Do it again."

  She held her breath until the sweet moment when another firm breath lashed across her clit. Then she couldn't stop herself from reaching for his head, from pushing herself against his mouth.

  All she wanted was to come with his tongue on her.

  In her.

  As if he could hear her silent plea, he slid his tongue from one edge of her labia to the other, pushing hard against her intensely aroused flesh. Her second climax hit her without warning, and she spiraled higher and higher as he entered her with his tongue, pushing deep, driving her all the way over the edge.

  Everything was spinning around and around, and it had nothing to do with th
e gin and tonics. Being with Dominic was so incredible, so mind-blowing, that she could barely take it in.

  When she opened her eyes. Dominic's face was dark and gorgeous above hers. He was levered on his arms above her and smiling a wicked, sultry smile that did crazy things to her insides. She'd already come twice beneath his magical fingers and mouth, and she wanted more of him. All of him.

  "Okay," he said, "how about you take my clothes off now?"

  Her answering smile was equally wicked. Now that the edge had been taken off, she wanted to tease him the way he'd teased her. To make him feel as good as he'd made her feel.

  She moved her hands beneath his shirt and all clear thinking fled. He was hard and rippled and felt so damn good to touch. She pulled his shirt up over his head. "I want you naked and in me. Now."

  "Thank God," he said as he reached for a condom from his bedside drawer. "I need to be inside you, too. Believe me. I'm dying for it."

  Her fingers shook as she fumbled with the button on his jeans, and he gently helped her unzip him. His cock sprang free, pushing into her belly. He slid off his jeans and boxers, then handed her the condom.

  She'd never seen anything as glorious as Dominic's thick, hard cock. He was so big. And more than one lover had commented on how "tight" she was.

  Sensing her apprehension, he guided her hands over the head of his shaft, helping her unravel the rubber sheath. "You were made for me, cara bella."

  His tender words were a sensual caress. Shifting beneath his heavy weight, she opened her legs wide. He settled between her thighs, the tip of his dick teasing her clit.

  Holding the bulk of his weight off her, he bent his head and took her lips in a sweet, gentle kiss. As he slowly loved her mouth, his tongue tasting every corner, every crevice, he slid his thick, hard shaft into her, unhurriedly stretching her, giving her more of him than she'd thought humanly possible.

  He pulled back from her mouth and whispered against her skin, her neck, her hair, "You're so wet. So hot. So tight." He pushed in another inch and she shifted her hips to take him even deeper. "So damn tight."

  She'd never felt so good, like her body was being molded and shaped by him. He was so careful, so patient, and she could feel his restraint in the tautness of his back muscles, the faint sheen of sweat on his skin.

  She wanted to take whatever he offered. She craved all of him, every ounce of his passion and desire. He seemed to read her mind, for he shifted them so that he was lying on the bed and she was on top, straddling his cock.

  His hands moved over her breasts and he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as he slid in and out of her with slight hip rolls.

  Instinctively, she settled down another inch on his shaft. He sucked in a breath, then put just enough pressure on her lower back with his hands to bring her breasts perfectly in line with his mouth. He cupped them together and she nearly came again when his teeth grazed her sensitive nipples, his cock only halfway inside.

  She couldn't take it anymore. Sliding down on his erection, she took the rest of him, and before she knew it, he'd rolled them over again and was bucking into her, unleashing all the power he'd been holding back. She held on to his back and shoulders, sinking her teeth into the cords on his neck as he drove into her so hard and deep that she wanted to scream with pleasure.

  He found her mouth again and kissed her like she'd never been kissed before, like he was trying to possess her soul. His pelvic bone ground against her clit and his cock plunged inside her and she couldn't think, could barely breathe. The only thing she could do was head into the most explosive climax of her life.

  He continued to thrust into her, slower now, and she couldn't wait another second for him to join her. Her muscles clenched tightly around him a moment before he groaned her name, and she felt him contract and explode inside her tight canal.

  They clung to each other as the spasms heightened, then slowly retracted. Melissa had never felt so good--or so exhausted.

  This had been her worst day... and then her very, very best.

  Dominic heard her soft, even breathing and knew she was asleep. Everything had spun out of control so quickly. But now that Melissa lay naked and warm in the crook of his arm, now that he could focus on something other than his raging hard-on, it was time to take a hard look at what he'd done.

  His brain told him to get out of bed and wait in the living room until she woke up, but his body refused to listen. Even though he'd just committed the cardinal sin of mixing business with pleasure.

  The bitter taste of remorse was hard to swallow. Dominic had always prided himself on not screwing his way through the crowds of women who surrounded the Outlaws. He'd always been discriminating, always made his intentions clear. He had a powerful sex drive and he loved everything about being with a woman, but he'd never said "I love you." He wasn't sure that he even had it in him. He'd watched his mother screw up relationships with too many men to believe that love was something the DiMarcos knew how to do. Which was why he didn't give women false expectations.

  Screwing Melissa was the biggest mistake he'd ever made.

  But even as he despised himself for taking her so ruthlessly, all he wanted was to run his hands over her lush ass, slide his fingers into her slick heat, and hear her cry out his name again. His dick twitched against her thigh, and he couldn't stop himself from cupping one full, perfect breast. Her nipple beaded in his palm and he accepted that there was no turning back, no sending her home tonight.

  Tomorrow he'd deal with the consequences and repent.

  She shifted drowsily against him and her eyes fluttered open. Surprise registered in her sleepy eyes.

  "Dominic, am I really in your bed?"

  He murmured, "Yes," against her lips, then gently shifted her weight so that her ass was pressed against his erection. She rocked against him and he reached for another condom. "I need to be inside you again."

  "What are you waiting for?" she asked, her voice soft and warm.

  His cock grew another inch at her invitation. He played with the fullness of her breasts, the hardness of her nipples as he sheathed himself with the condom, then opened her thighs with his knee.

  She had to be sore from the way he'd spread open her incredibly tight pussy just a short time ago, but he had to have her--had to feel the sweet pressure of her climax squeezing him, giving him the most intense pleasure he'd ever known.

  He found the entrance to her slick pussy and slid inside her in one fast thrust. Her breath whooshed out in a gasp, but all he could think about was how good it felt to be surrounded by her heat.

  Slipping one hand beneath her rib cage, he twisted her nipples with his fingers, allowing his other hand to roam to her slick cunt. Her clit was tight and hard and he rubbed it in time to his thrusts, pushing against her arousal with his fingers as he invaded her with his shaft.

  Her breath grew quick and shallow, and knowing that she was on the verge of coming again in his arms, he released the hold on his strict self-control. In moments, her cries of ecstasy mixed with his roars of pleasure. He'd never come so hard or so long, or been squeezed so tight.

  Melissa McKnight was the hottest piece of ass he'd ever had. It was going to kill him to walk away from her lush curves and wild sensuality--even if it was the right thing to do.

  Chapter Seven

  An unfamiliar whirring sound woke Melissa up. Deep under a plush bedspread and sinfully soft sheets, she opened her eyes. All at once, everything came back to her. Dominic had brought her home from the bar. She'd seduced him and he'd pounced on her and made her every fantasy come to life.

  The smell of fresh-ground coffee wafted into the bedroom. Her muscles ached as she stretched. If she had her way, she'd stay naked in Dominic's bed forever.

  And he could have his way with her whenever he wanted.

  His thrilling words bounced around in her head: You were made for me. It was something she'd always known, but she'd never expected him to feel the same way. Happiness flo
oded through her as she threw back the covers.

  She opened the door to his walk-in closet and took a deep breath of his trademark scent--pine trees in summer sun. Taking a white button-down shirt off its hanger, she slipped it on and smiled. She couldn't wait to persuade him to let their coffee grow cold while they went back to bed and explored the daylight hours together.

  Although, she thought with a grin, given the way he'd taken her again and again during the night, he wasn't going to need much persuasion.

  She brushed her teeth with some toothpaste on one finger and finger combed her hair. Her makeup had worn off during the night, but every time she thought about their intense lovemaking she flushed and her eyes grew bright, so she figured she looked okay without it.

  Naked except for his shirt, which hung to her knees, she walked down the hall to the kitchen.

  Dominic's back was to her as she stood in the doorway admiring his beautiful physique. His slacks framed his tight butt and his well-pressed, tailored shirt made his shoulders look impossibly broad. Something about his outfit struck her as odd, though. Did he have an appointment this morning? She hoped he'd whip through his meeting and daily summertime workout and be back soon so they could get back to the good stuff.

  "Good morning," she said, her voice a bit chirp ier than she'd planned. How was it that he still made her nervous, after everything they'd shared?

  He slowly turned to face her, and her stomach knotted at his serious expression.

  "Melissa." He said her name hard and low, like the pronouncement of a death sentence.

  "The coffee smells good," she said, trying to act like nothing was wrong, like there wasn't an enormous white elephant in the room with them. "Where do you keep your mugs?"

  He pointed to a cupboard above the dishwasher. She opened the cherrywood door and went on her toes to reach for a mug on the top shelf. His shirt rode up her thighs, showcasing the curves of her bottom, and she desperately hoped he was watching. That he'd remember what he'd done to her just a few hours ago, that he'd remember what he'd said about being meant for each other.

  Closing the cupboard door, she turned and held out the mug. His hands were steady as he poured, and she worked to control her nerves as she blew steam off the top.