Risking It All: London Calling Book Three (14 page)

Dom thought he might die a happy man simply by watching. Finally, the last button came free and Natalie stopped to look him in the eye.
 

“I want you.”

He swallowed.

“Do you want me?” Her hands hovered over the coat’s placket, awaiting his reply.

Dominic had no idea what changed Natalie’s mind since the last time they met when she eviscerated him with words locked away too long. But he was damned if he was going to stop and question her about it. “Yes. God, yes.”

She shrugged her shoulders, sending the coat to the floor to reveal a black silk camisole and tap pants. The breath rushed out of him. She was the sexiest damn thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

He flopped his head back down on the plush bed, flinging his arms out wide by his sides. “I’m all yours, Nat.”

Her heard her kick off her shoes. A husky chuckle, then she was slithering over him, crawling her way up the bed to sit astride him.
 

He tried to reach for her, but she was having none of it and held his arms down while running her lips over his jaw then nipping the corded muscles of his neck. Dominic knew he could break her hold if he wanted, but he didn’t want to interrupt the magic of her lusty desire.

It was the stuff of his dreams.

He moaned as she skated her lips across his chest, stopping to twirl her tongue around his tight nipple. When she raked her teeth across the hardened point, he bucked against her, fisting both hands.
 

She was going to kill him.

As if sensing his need, she reared back, releasing his arms. As his hands hovered near her hips, she reached behind her head and released her hair from its coil to let it swing wildly down her back.
 

Engorged and nearly painful, his length strained against the jeans tightly containing him. Natalie tossed her head back, laughing throatily at his obvious arousal. Reaching down, she cupped him before teasing her fingers up and down his arousal.

Something like a growl erupted from him, and he gripped her hips tightly, pressing her down against his aching shaft. He thrust upward, rubbing against her heat in a frenzied rush of lust and need. Grinding their bodies together in perfect rhythm, the clothing separating them created a rough friction intensifying their desire.
 

 
Natalie moaned low in her throat and Dominic opened his eyes, unaware he’d shut them. She was flushed and rosy, the warmth stretching down her neck to her breasts peeking above the camisole.
 

She was close.
 

He flipped them over, stripping off her silk separates as if they were tissue paper. Fumbling with the button of his jeans, she reached down to assist.

“Let me.”

Deftly, she released the top button and reached for his zipper. Painfully, she dragged it down until his straining shaft popped free. Earlier, he hadn’t bothered with underwear.

“Well, that’s nice,” she chuckled. “I like easy access.”

He choked out a laugh. This was the side of Natalie she so rarely revealed. He’d missed her, ached for her, certain he’d never be gifted with this part of her again.

As if she knew her power, she morphed into tease, temptress, and tormentor. Squeezing and kneading, flicking and rubbing, Dominic thought he might rocket straight off the bed.
 

He moved down her body, kissing every available inch until he reached her breasts. Squeezing and lightly pinching one nipple, he fastened his mouth over the other and sucked hard. Her skin was soft as a petal, and the faint scent of flowers from her perfume drifted over him.
 

Splaying his hands under her bottom, he lifted her as his mouth dropped lower.

She ran both hands through his hair, but a sharp tug stopped him from moving further. Propping his chin on her soft belly, he looked up, eyebrows peaked high.
 

“Are you trying to snatch me bald?” he grinned.

Pure, sexy confidence smirked back at him. She was like one of the mythological sirens, calling him to her bidding. Gladly, he accepted his fate, sure it was better than any hell he’d imagined without her.

“I want you on your back.”

“Okay.” He rolled, taking her with him so she sprawled over him.
 

Sitting up, she gifted him with a wide smile. Some of her hair curled over one breast and she rode him lightly, allowing her slick folds to slide over his burgeoning penis.

He stared, memorizing the moment. He’d never dreamed he would see her like this again. And this time, with his feelings raging in his heart, it was so very much more.

“I love you, Nat.”

She immediately stopped moving and pressed a hand to her neck. She swallowed, and then pressed a finger against his lips. She murmured, “Shh. No words, Dominic.”

There was so much he could say, but he honored her request. For now, he could do this her way.
 

So instead, he touched the tip of his tongue to her finger, swirling around it before taking it into his mouth. She gasped, pulling free.
 

“You’re giving me ideas.”

Before he could prepare, her mouth closed over him, sucking up and down before stopping at the head to tease the slit. He arched off the bed, thrusting against her. Pressing a palm to his abdomen, she reached around his girth with the other. She bobbed her head and fisted her hand around the base of his shaft to keep time with her mouth.

Dominic breathed deeply through his nose, desperately sucking in air as Natalie did wicked things with her tongue. Afraid he was about to come in her mouth, he frantically searched his mind for distractions. The attempt was promptly forgotten when she cupped his sack, took as much of him as she could, and moaned deeply. The humming vibration brought heat surging to his tip.

Agitated, he grabbed the first thing at hand, which happened to be a fistful of her hair. He tugged her off him and felt his shaft wildly buck in the air between them. “Stop, or I’ll lose it and come all over you.” His voice was hoarse, ragged with need and discomfort.

Outrageously, she lightly smacked his penis. He groaned, counting to twenty in every language he knew.
 

“Goddammit, Toff.” The words were strained, nearly incomprehensible.

In reply, she scored a nail around his scrotum before gripping his shaft in one hand. Certain his eyes were about to cross, he closed them to preserve some measure of dignity.

They flew open again as he felt her poised above him, her moist center accepting the tip of him before withdrawing to rub him against her clitoris. Over and over, she repeated the rhythm until Dominic thought he might go mad. Painful desire warred with a need for restraint. Already, his hands shook hard enough as he gripped her hips that he worried he’d leave bruises on her skin.

Unwilling to be controlled, Natalie plunged down fully, taking all of him inside before bracing her hands against his ribs to raise herself. Not content to be patient, she furiously sank and rose, softening and clenching her inner muscles with each rhythmic circuit.

He couldn’t hang on. He thrust up into her, chasing her each time she withdrew. Digging his heels into the bed, he pushed his hips so both of them raised off the bed. Still, she continued to push and pull against him with no sign of stopping. He pulled his knees up, cradling her against his thighs as he braced his feet and shoulders against the mattress. Reaching down, he pressed his thumb against her swollen nub until her movements stuttered then became even more frenzied.
 

He circled and pressed, before stopping altogether. With sweat streaming down her face, she scraped her nails against his abdomen as she balanced against him, lifted clear off her knees and impaled by his throbbing erection.

“Dear God, don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she chanted.

He smiled, blinking sweat out of his own eyes. “Wouldn’t dream of it.” Abruptly, he flicked her clitoris then roughly chafed it.
 

With a strangled scream, she shattered, sending him into his own thundering climax. For long minutes, she pulsed around him, prolonging his orgasm until he was sure she might kill him.

He grinned as she collapsed over him, gasping to catch her breath while his heart pounded beneath her. As their breathing quieted, he rubbed her back in long strokes until he reached her butt and kneaded softly. She raised her head to meet his eyes.

“Did I mention? It was nice of you to stop by.”

She thumped him on the shoulder. “Shut up, you jerk, and kiss me.”
 

He pulled her up and met her lips in a tender homage. He loved her with every fiber and cell of his being. As her body loosened, signaling impending sleep, he felt her lips curve in a smile against his.
 

That was enough, all he needed.
 

For now, he would love enough for both of them.

CHAPTER SEVEN

N
ATALIE
SAT
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her desk, bemused. All around her were lush bouquets of flowers, both large and small. Tulips, irises, and roses took up every spare surface. A potted violet sat on the windowsill. In front of her on the desk was a single orchid.

In a bowl to her right were enough boxes of wrapped gourmet toffee to feed the casino.
 

A smile softened her face. That didn’t count what she’d taken home with her. Remembering her love for handwritten planners, he sent artisan-bound diaries in Italian leather. Buttery soft, they perfectly complemented the Mont Blanc fountain pen that arrived straight after. Slender and feminine, it was solid silver with delicate whorls engraved in the barrel.
 

For weeks, Dominic spoiled her with gifts. But more importantly, he’d been generous with himself. She no longer felt like he was a mystery cloaked in secrets. He shared everything with her, from progress in the new business to observations of people on the street. Like before, they played, laughed, and loved. But it was also so different.

She found herself looking for him, waiting to see him at the end of a long day. She craved his physicality, his sexy earthiness. But it was more than that. He talked to her, shared his thoughts and dreams. She had to remind herself, more and more often, not to be seduced by the intimacy weaving around them. Emotionally, he’d become an open book.

He loved her. Said so all the time.

It was getting steadily harder for her not to believe it.

An employee peeked around her half-closed door.
 

“Come in, it’s open,” she called. Rarely did she shut herself away, preferring an open setting where staff felt free to wander in at will.
 

Ruby, the part-time bartender, part-time croupier strolled in. “Hi Nat,” she stopped, looking around the office in wide-eyed wonder. “Either someone died, or you have a serious admirer.”

Natalie felt her cheeks warm. Ruby was known for her sarcastic, smart humor. Club members, female and male alike, loved her.

Natalie didn’t respond, but felt her face grow hot, thinking how Dominic declared his feelings daily despite the fact she never reciprocated. “Want some toffee?”
 

Ruby slid her lanky frame into one of the chairs facing Natalie’s desk. “Sure. I could use a sugar hit before shift.”

Natalie untied the crimson satin to open a new box. Handing it to Ruby, she placed the ribbon on her lap where she unconsciously coiled it into a neat spiral. Rooting around in her desk drawer, she found a small elastic to loop around the ribbon.
 

She nodded at the cellophane package of toffee, already opened. “Keep that. There’s plenty more around.”

She smiled, dreamily thinking of the previous evening when they’d picked up lobster rolls from a street vendor before boarding the London Eye for a lazy twilight tour of the city’s lights. Miraculously, they snagged a private capsule and made out like teenagers for the entire ride.
 

Ruby chewed some toffee, looking at Natalie like she’d never seen her before. “Boss, are you going soft on me?”

Natalie abruptly focused on her employee. She rolled her eyes. “Hardly.”
 

About that time, Sebastian strolled into the office, his height and frame making everything else seem to shrink in size. Ruby bounced up, grabbing the rest of the package of toffee from Natalie’s desk.
 

“Later!”

Sebastian observed her hasty exit with one eyebrow raised. Turning to Natalie, he asked, “Does she ever wind down?”

“I don’t think so.” Laughing, she tucked the crimson spiral of ribbon into her purse to take home and put away with the rest.
 

Sebastian folded himself into the seat Ruby vacated. It was a mid-twentieth century Louis XVI style armchair with patterned navy silk upholstery. He looked positively enormous in it.

Natalie cocked her head, uncertain why she felt no chemistry with such a powerfully attractive man. He was the opposite of Dominic in every way, his dark looks often schooled into an expression of brooding intensity rather than handsome amusement. Rather than using deceit as a tool, Sebastian chose compassion and sympathy. Without his help, she wasn’t sure what she’d be doing now.