Initiate Me (22 page)

I pushed inside of her hard, watching as her eyes shot wide with pleasure and pain. My mouth came down on hers, swallowing her cries with my kisses, turning pain into desire in an instant. Soon, our bodies were fused together, moving in unison. I braced myself on my elbows on either side of her head and watched as her breasts moved with each thrust, her neck arched and her mouth dropped open. I pushed as deep as I could possibly go, then pulled out all the way and drove into her again, hard and fast. Exactly the way I liked it.

“Fuck me, please,” she begged. “Harder, please. Fuck me harder.” She wrapped her sleek legs around my hips, holding me in her sweet embrace, sending me over the edge and straight into a wildfire. I drove into her pussy one last time and came. Her body pulsed all around my cock, sucking me in farther while she fell backward, completely sated.

“Oh, God, that was so good,” she rasped with a dreamy smile curving her swollen lips.

I almost crumpled on top of her but, mindful of my larger frame, I rolled to keep from crushing her. I was concerned she’d be sore, and I had an overpowering need to comfort her. I slid out of her spent body and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I grabbed a washcloth, ran warm water over it and brought it to her. Her eyes were closed and she had a blissful smile on her lips. My body burned at the sight of her thorough exhaustion. As I bent down and pressed the cloth to the juncture of her thighs, her eyes flew open and her mouth formed a startled O.

Neither of us spoke as I cleaned and soothed her sore flesh. Next, I removed the rope and massaged her tender skin, paying special attention to the pink flesh of her breasts. As I slid into bed beside her and pulled her pliant body against mine, I felt her start to move and I held her firm.

“You going somewhere, angel?”

“I should get back to my own room. We do have the conference to think about, you know.”

“Stay. Please.”

She hesitated a moment, but when she finally lay down next to me, I felt my heart hurt. I pulled her close, wrapping my larger body protectively around her smaller one. She wiggled against me, pushing her soft, round bottom against my groin. The cleft of her arse created the perfect cradle for my dick, and I had to bite back a groan. She wiggled a little more, and I clutched her hip in one hand to hold her still. She fidgeted some more, and I growled, “Enough, or I’m going to fuck this hot little arse, too.”

“Mmm, you don’t have it in you. You’re too old for that sort of exertion.”

I swatted one arse cheek. “I’m going to love it when you have to eat those words, one day.”

“Promises, promises,” she breathed. Seconds later, she was out like a light.

I smoothed her hair away from her cheek and kissed her. Damn, she turned me upside-down. To think I was the one warning her not to get too serious, not to expect what Max and Jada have, but fuck, there was no way I could let her go. All I had to do was convince her that we belonged together, but it wasn’t going to be easy since she thought I was an arse. My cock stirred to life as she pushed more firmly against me. I had to bite back a curse. It looked like sleep wasn’t going to come easy.

Somehow, I’d have to figure out a way to do both.

MIA

I
woke up disorientated, not realising my surroundings until I felt a warm, male body plastered against my back. Holy crap! A wave of images from the night before came crashing in on me. The nightcap. The sex. The rope. Oh, God, the rope. My breasts tingled as I thought about the sensation of being bound. I already wanted to do it again. Holy shit, he had created a monster!

So much for playing hard to get; that had all gone out the window the minute he touched me. One dinner together and I’d flung all my convictions to stay away from him out the window. I could blame it on the heat, the fact that I was away from my family and my friends or I could even blame it on him and his talented seduction; there wasn’t a woman on the planet who would fault me. But it wouldn’t be the truth. The truth smacked me in the face like a Mack truck. I had fallen. Head over heels fallen.

I’d always known I was attracted to Zane, that I had a teenage crush on him, and that was the reason I chose him to teach me about sex. But I had fallen for him, hard. It was no longer an infatuation or a teenage crush but the real thing. I wasn’t even sure when it had happened. It was probably the day my face had gotten in the way of his football game when we’d first met. His sexy grin and devilish good looks were enough to make any woman melt. Observing—and fighting—him had sealed my fate. Still, he didn’t have to know. Just because I was in love with the man didn’t mean it needed to become public knowledge.

As delicately as possible, I lifted his arm from around my waist and slipped silently from the bed. I took two steps before he shifted, turned onto his stomach and started snoring. I watched him sleep, indulging in a rare moment of having him off-guard. Awake, he was a force to be reckoned with. Asleep, he seemed almost tender. He moved his leg and the sheet fell away, giving me the perfect view of his naked arse. God, no wonder I’d fallen so fast. Who could possibly hold out against all that tanned, muscled flesh?
I better get my butt moving, or otherwise he’ll be awake soon.
But my inner voice just didn’t seem to understand the joys of just looking at him.

I tiptoed to retrieve my dress, which was a crumpled mess on the floor. I picked it up and slipped it on, then grabbed my shoes. It took longer than expected to find both my heels; I must’ve kicked one off at the end of the bed, but the other one had slid beneath it. With my shoes in hand, I sneaked out of the bedroom, grabbed my purse and rushed out the door, smacking into a man in his pyjamas. “Sorry,” I muttered.

He grinned at me as he looked me over. “No problem. Really.”

I grimaced as I imagined what I looked like. Sex, that’s what I looked like. It was probably tattooed on my damned forehead. I tried to muster up some shame, but it just wasn’t happening; the sex had simply been too good to wish it’d never happened. In fact, I was hoping the memories would sustain me for the rest of my life, because I sure as hell wasn’t going back for a repeat performance. It was too dangerous to my heart to go anywhere near him. He should come with a warning label or something.

I raced down the hall to my own room. When I reached my door, it took me a ridiculous amount of time to find my keycard. I eventually located it beneath a pack of tissues and slid it into the lock. As I stepped inside my room, I finally let myself breathe. Then it all hit me at once, and I slumped to the floor. What had I been thinking? I should have known I wouldn’t be able to go on the trip and still keep my heart intact.
Is that what he wanted, even though he told me he didn’t want a relationship at the wedding? Has he changed his mind? I’m pretty certain that’s what he said last night.
He was offering me more than sex, so why was I so afraid all of a sudden? Because I knew Zane, and I knew his reputation. He’d sleep with me for a while, it’d be great, and then he’d be ready to move on to his next conquest. As soon as he had me tied around his little finger, I’d be out the door.

My phone rang, and I knew instantly it would be him. I stood and went to it, staring as it rang again.
I suppose I can’t hide in my room forever; I need to face him sooner or later.
I ordered my hand to pick up the receiver when it rang for the third time. “Hello?”

“Why the hell did you leave?”

That sleepy morning voice of his had the power to push me out of my self-recrimination. “I needed a shower,” I hedged.

“You were running,” he teased. “Don’t lie.”

I went to the couch and plopped down. “Actually, I wasn’t running. I was walking.”

“Why are you so afraid of me? Did I do something you didn’t like?” For the first time since I’d known the overbearing man, he actually sounded unsure of himself. I didn’t want that. I really wasn’t sure what I wanted, exactly, but I didn’t want him thinking things which weren’t true.

“I’m not afraid of you,” I told him. “I’m afraid of the way you make me feel. I’m afraid of having a relationship with you.”

“Why, angel?” he asked, his voice as warm and tempting as fresh-baked cookies. “I’d never hurt you. You must know that by now. There’s nothing to fear.” Oh, God, it was too cruel. It was like standing a little girl outside the gates of a lolly shop and telling her she couldn’t go in.

“I’m just a plain Jane with a smartass attitude. I’m not up to your speed, Zane. We both know it.”

“Get real. That wicked tongue of yours is what turns me on. We are in the same league every step of the way. You’re smarter, sassier and sexier than any woman I’ve ever met.”

“We have a conference to attend,” I said, hoping to derail him. “Let’s just focus on that for now.”

Silence greeted me. When a loud knock sounded on my door, I dropped the phone. I left the couch to peek through the hole in the door. My heart nearly stopped beating and my hands shook. Zane.

I bit my lip and turned the knob, knowing I shouldn’t let him in. Knowing he would only turn me inside-out all over again. Zane moved faster than I expected, stepping inside my suite and shoving the door closed behind him. He slammed me against the wall with all the force of a man who was through being polite.

“Bullshit. You are all I can focus on, Mia,” he bit out. “We are going to happen, I can promise you that. We are going to fuck again, too; over and over again, baby. So many times you’ll want to stay in my bed forever.”

“In your dreams,” I shot right back. A split second later, he captured my lips with his, effectively shutting out all else. Our tongues mated, and just that fast, I went down in flames. Glorious, hot, wonderful flames. They engulfed me, and I forgot all about my reservations and worries of never having his whole heart. Suddenly, my body was reminded of just how truly wonderful it felt to be loved by him. I hadn’t really needed the reminder, but as I slid my arms around his neck and sank into the kiss, I knew it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but his taste. He picked me up and took me to the bedroom. We fell onto the bed together, rolling until I sprawled on top of him.

He broke the kiss and whispered, “I promised you could go wild, remember?”

“I remember.” I wasn’t sure what to do, though. I sat astride him, looking at him with his arms behind his head, a grin curving his sexy lips, and I suddenly felt vulnerable and unsure. For once, I had nothing to say; I could only stare at the male perfection stretched out beneath me.

He reached up and cupped my cheek, sliding his thumb over my bottom lip. “Take off your dress, baby.”

Right, lose the clothes, good idea.
I forgot about the zipper and yanked the black material over my head. After tossing it to the floor, I cupped my breasts and squeezed. “I can still feel the rope against my skin. My nipples tingle when I think about it.” He leaned forward and wrapped his powerful arms around my upper body. He placed a gentle kiss to each hardened tip.

“I woke and you were gone, sweetheart. The next time you are disobedient, I will spank these pretty tits until they’re nice and pink. Maybe I will bind them again, too.”

“I think I’d rather tie you up instead. Have you ever been tied to the bed, Zane?”

“No,” he stated firmly. “The rope is for you, not me.”

I frowned. “Speaking of rope, how did you manage to get that through airport security?”

He smoothed his palms over my ribcage, then down to my thighs. “I didn’t want to chance it. I can just see explaining that one.” We both laughed. “No, I bought it after we arrived.”

My blood ran hot in my veins when he let his fingers journey toward my clit. He stopped short of touching me where I needed him the most, which made me crazy. As I braced myself on his chest, his words hit me. “Wait, you’re telling me you went out and bought rope?”

“No, I called down to the desk.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“This is a Brunetti Hotel; they’ll get you damn near anything for a price.” He winked. “Now, can we please talk about the rope later? But let’s get some rest before I teach you a few more things.”

***

O
h, yes, he was one fine teacher. Yet I still hadn’t had the chance to wrap my mouth around his cock, and I so desperately wanted to learn how to do that. There was no way in Hell I was going to ask or initiate it myself, though; that was for sure.

We dozed off together with him holding me tenderly in his arms. I could tell when he was awake because I felt his fingers travelling over my skin. When he moved upward, touching my sensitive breasts, I quivered. I imagined what it might be like to be like this with him, like this every morning, with me waiting and ready for him to pleasure me.

“You’re so beautiful, angel,” he murmured. “I love the way you react to my touch.” He pinched my nipple and I arched forward. “You make me lose my mind.”

“I love your touch,” I breathed out. I lifted my arm and clutched his forearm, as if I was afraid he’d disappear if I let go.

He skimmed his fingers back and forth over each puffy nipple, forcing them to tight peaks. He inched his way over my ribcage to my hips, before cupping my mound. “Mmm, my beautiful angel,” he whispered against my ear.

I spread my legs wider, giving him the advantage. He dipped his finger into my pussy, pulling another moan from me. He was slow and gentle, but he used his other hand to pinch my clit between his finger and thumb, rolling and squeezing the tight bundle of nerves.

“Oh, God, I want you,” I admitted. “I feel like I’ve wanted you forever.”

“Me, too, sweetheart, but let me make love to you for a bit. There’s no hurry.” He emphasised his words by letting another finger join the first inside my wet heat. He kissed my neck and sucked at my pulse, probably giving me a small, purple mark. “You are mine,” he growled.

“Please,” I begged, my voice hoarse.

He placed a series of soft kisses down my shoulder and hummed against my wet skin. “You’re so sexy like this, all slick and eager. I could drown in you.” Smoothing his fingers over my slit again, he watched me as I flung my head back and moaned, pushing myself against his hand. He moved his fingers inside me quicker until we found the right rhythm, caressing me into a wild fervour.