Wicked Flames (Solsti Prophecy) (14 page)

Her eyes widened. “What if I don’t find it?”

“You get spanked.”

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Gin’s jaw unhinged and she blinked rapidly.
Is he serious?

Hazel eyes smoldered back at her. “Eyes closed.”

He’s serious. Oh my God.

Okay, fine. There aren’t that many things he could be hiding, right?
Leaning back against the counter, she lowered her hands. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “Okay.”

“First guess.” His voice rumbled over her skin like a caress.

Think, think, think
. “You have one of the ornaments from my tree.”

“Wrong.”

Warm hands caressed her shoulders.
He’s gonna kiss me
. Her lips tingled in anticipation. God, his kisses were—

The sensual pressure of his mouth at her throat made her gasp. Slow, tortuous brushes of his lips ignited every nerve, and she dropped her head back as he worked a delicious path down to the tops of her breasts. Her nipples hardened and she wished he would drop his hands to cup her. Abruptly he stopped.

“Don’t open your eyes,” he warned.
 

How did he know she was about to?

“Next guess.” Cool air rushed across her chest and shoulders, clear as a bell that he’d stepped back.

She rolled her lips together to hold in a pouty protest.
More kisses, dammit!
But if she guessed wrong, his plan sounded even more fun. “Um…you have one of the water molecule models from my bookshelf?”

“Nope.”

Yes!
Happy to be wrong, she waited, clutching the counter behind her. One second passed, then two…She gasped again. Strong hands lifted her leg and bent her knee, then the heat of his mouth teased behind it. She dropped her head back. His lips slid up and down her sensitive skin, sending arrows of desire straight to her core.

He licked in circles with his tongue while his hands gripped her leg, one at her ankle and one at the inside of her thigh. His fingertips slid higher. She let out a sharp exhale.
Oh my God, don’t stop
.

His mouth moved up, lips teasing the back of her thigh. She bit back a moan.
Every touch was exquisite torture and if it wasn’t for the counter, she’d have been in a heap on the floor.

“Eyes still closed? No cheating.” His voice rumbled from below her, then warm fingers encircled her ankles. He traced up and down across the tops of her feet. “These shoes are sexy as fuck.”

“Um…” Shoes? All she could think about was his mouth. She forced herself to form a coherent sentence. “Yes. You said they were a good choice.”

His hands moved up her legs, over her dress, to rest at her waist. The rustle of fabric told her he was standing, the nearness of his voice indicating he was right in front of her. “You’re being such a good girl, keeping those eyes closed.”

She liked hearing him say that.
Wait, what? Where did that come from?
She had never needed any man’s approval before. Or anyone’s approval, period. But she was so turned on that her skin felt prickly all over. Something about pleasing him…pleased her.

Whatever. She smiled, eyes closed. “Now what?”

“No talking and no peeking. Find what I’ve got, Ginger.”

Ooohh.
She could absolutely get used to that nickname, if only for a short ti—Her body jolted as he nipped at the fabric covering her breasts. Hot pulses shot southward. She shifted on her spiked heels, dying to sneak a glance at him. Maybe she’d get an extra spanking if she did.

His lips brushed hers so lightly she ached for more. He stayed close and whispered against her mouth. “Now.”

Letting out a shaky breath, she managed to nod.

She raised her hands to find his tie, then walked her fingers up his chest until she reached the knot
. This should be interesting
. She didn’t know how to tie a tie, or how to untie one, but she’d figure it out. With her eyes closed. It was just a big knot after all, right?

Working her fingers through the folds of the slippery silk, she tugged and loosened until the knot came free. Her fingers tingled from his warm, muscled chest, and God, she wanted to tease him. Wanted him to be dying inside as much as she was.

 
She left both long strips hanging, and skated her hands along the soft edges. Sliding slowly, she worked her hands down to each pointed edge. She tugged.

Strong hands covered hers. “That’s a different game, Ginger. This, right now—my game, my rules. Got it?”

She gulped and nodded. Rational thought was fading fast. Her heart raced, pushing her brain and body into a zone where only he mattered.

He released her hands and she made quick work of his buttons. She pushed the sides of the shirt apart to find a soft cotton tee underneath. A quick check of his dress shirt pocket revealed…nothing.
Hmm, more for me to explore.
She roamed his chest with her hands, feeling firm pectorals that begged to be kissed. The warmth of his skin and the spicy-clean scent of his aftershave surrounded her. She needed to taste him.
Can’t wait.

Leaning closer, she brushed kisses along his neck, pulling at the neckline of his T-shirt.

He threaded his hand into her hair, gripping tightly but not pulling her away. She kept exploring, pressing up on her toes to lick the side of his neck. He tasted like salt and man and something delicious she couldn’t name.

Pressing in closely she wound her hands around his back, sliding them down to his ass. So firm. She massaged him, reaching one hand lower, lower, until she slipped it between his legs.

He sucked in a breath and rocked his hips into her.

She shivered at the coiled strength in his body. He’d lifted her on the dance floor with no effort. Controlled and powerful. And now, she couldn’t wait to find out every new way he’d control her body.

His thick erection pressed into her stomach and his breath was ragged against her hair. But she wasn’t done. She palmed his ass again and slid her hands into his back pockets. Nothing.

Lifting her hands to his shoulders once more, she licked her lips.
Only two pockets left.
She nuzzled his chest again, kissing her way up his neck until she found his waiting mouth.

He kissed her hard, tongue delving in to plunder her. His hands dropped to her thighs and reached up under her dress, inching the fabric higher. Need uncoiled in her belly.
Oh my God. Touch me.
His fingers crept up to the thin scrap of lace between her legs and stroked back and forth. Slowly. Teasing.

A tiny moan escaped her throat. No way she could hold it back.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You’re so wet.”

She rolled her hips against his fingers in a silent plea for him to keep them there. If she talked, he'd spank her. She melted into his tongue.
Maybe I do want that spanking.
Her body buzzed, anticipating the thought. She still needed to find whatever he had. And take her time doing it. His front pockets. That’s where it had to be, whatever
it
was.

Breaking the kiss, she dropped her hands to his waist. Her fingers slipped inside and teased back and forth, feeling his six pack through his undershirt. Pulling her hands out, she placed her palms against the fabric that covered his thighs.

He found the top edge of her thong and dipped his hand inside.

Oh God.
Her whole body shuddered.
No fair.
“You’re trying to distract me.”

Crack!
The smack of his hand against her bottom echoed in the kitchen. “No talking.”

Oohh
. What was she doing again? She moved her hands slowly up his thighs. He sucked in a sharp breath.

A little higher, and she felt something. Hard, but not his cock, a small lump in his right front pocket. She smiled and reached in, but kept her left hand where it was, just millimeters from his crotch.

She touched something warm and smooth and…metal? Lifting it out she smiled, but didn’t open her eyes. Her left hand lingered, fingers moving in a lazy circle pattern.

“Is this what you wanted me to find?” she whispered, recognizing her trinket. “One of my reindeer?”

“Yes.” His voice was gravelly.

She opened her eyes and kissed the left side of his neck, still tracing patterns on his thigh. “Do you have anything else for me?”

“Fuck, baby.” He flexed into her again.

“Maybe…this?” She slid her hand down to cup him, then brought her hand back up his length, slowly, taking her time, savoring his thickness through the lightweight dress pants.

In a blur of motion he lifted her up onto the counter and stepped between her legs. She gasped. How in the hell did he move that fas—

His hands knotted in her hair and his mouth crashed against hers. His teeth nipped. Coherent thoughts dissolved, replaced by wild need at his rough taking. One hand landed on the counter behind her, bracing his weight over her.

Her core clenched, muscles contracting in a raw ache to be against him. She wiggled closer, wrapping her legs around his waist. The dress bunched around her hips as she strained to align him with her center.

He straightened up and found the zipper at the back of her dress. “You look sexy as hell in this, but I want you out of it.”

Her jaw was about to drop again at the scorching edge in his voice when her eyes snapped to the left side of his neck.
Is that…ink?

She peered closer, instinctively reaching out to touch the graceful black tendrils that peeked above the neckline of his T-shirt, but he caught her hand.

“Zipper, Ginger.”

His words rasped over her skin, leaving shivers of pleasure in their wake.
So commanding. So hot.
She slinked down from the counter and turned around. “I need some help.”

He lifted her hair and brushed his lips along her nape. Warm hands tugged at the top of the zipper and pulled down as far as it would go, below her waist. He cursed softly as he dipped one finger inside the gaping edge and slid it under the thin strap of her thong. “Face me.”

Her heart slammed in her chest. His touch was teasing and delicious along the top of her ass. She wanted to keep his hand right where it was, but her body was intent on obeying him. Taking tiny steps, she rotated toward him.

The dress hung loosely from her shoulders. Slowly, she raised her hands to the straps and moved them to the sides. His eyes tracked her like a predator. She let go, and the dress pooled in a slinky heap around her shoes.

“Fucking gorgeous.” His eyes roamed her, tantalizing and deliberate. Taking in every inch.

All he was doing was looking and she was on fire. She shifted her weight and reached for him, needing to get his shirt off. “Your turn.”

He stopped her. “No.”

“No?”
What do you mean, no?
She ached to see the muscles that she had only felt up until now.

“Later.” He scooped her up and set her on the counter again.

“Now.” Running her fingers over his shoulder, she leaned in to lick the little bit of black line that she could see.
I can’t wait to get this shirt off.
She curled her fingers into his shirt and bit down gently at the top of his shoulder.

He sucked in a breath, and…
growled?
That was a new one for her, but coming from Mathias, it was hot. The rumble careened through her body like a charging bull, not stopping until she surrendered. It was primal, and it resonated deep inside in a new, unfamiliar way.

He slid a hand into her hair and grabbed hold. “Remember what I said before?”

“Um…” Her voice caught, halfway between a whisper and a squeak. She couldn’t remember her own name right now, let alone a conversation from an hour ago. “No.”

His free hand found the back clasp of her bra and unhooked it, then he lifted her hands from his shoulders and brought them down in between them. He flicked one bra strap off her shoulder.

She shivered as the lace grazed over her exposed nipple, hardening it further.

He kissed her bare shoulder. “I…” He flicked the other strap. It dropped down the length of her arm. “Never…”

Her bra was hanging at her wrists. She couldn’t move, hanging on his words, his voice, his dominance.

He grabbed her bra and tossed it across the room. “Lose.”

Oh, my God
. She swallowed hard. Sitting in her heels and thong, she trembled with need. “Kiss me,” she whispered.

His lips covered hers and he stepped between her legs again. His hands scooped under her thighs, encouraging her to lift her legs and wrap them around him. His tongue plundered, tangling with hers, exploring her mouth. Pulsing lust overtook her mind, an undeniable force urging her to take him into her body. She’d never had sex like this before, and they weren’t even completely undressed yet.

She sucked his tongue. The slow vibrations of his groan rumbled against her lips. Her breasts felt full and heavy, and she rubbed them across his chest, willing him to touch her.

His fingers found her nipples as if he’d understood. He rubbed his thumbs across the taut tips, pinching lightly, playing with her.

She couldn’t hold back a moan. God, he felt so good. She shifted, her body rocking toward him uncontrollably. A deep ache started low in her belly. She couldn’t wait. “I need you.”

His hand dropped to her panties and traced a line straight down her center, following the thin strip of silk. “You need me…here?”

She jerked in his arms. “Yes.” His other hand continued to tease her nipple. “All of you.”

“You’ll get all of me, baby.” He abandoned her breast to pull her thong to the side. His other fingers dragged through her wetness, stroking up and down. “So ready for me.” He pushed one finger inside her.

Oh God
. “I-I’m not gonna last,” she gasped.

He slid another finger in.

She clutched his shoulders and arched toward him. He stared at her, the wicked gleam in his eyes stoking her higher. His eyes were so intense they almost seemed to glow. Damn, she must really be lost in a sex haze. No one’s eyes
glowed.

His thumb on her clit jerked her thoughts to his hand.