Yours for the Night (28 page)

This time when he ran a finger over her nipple and pushed the bodice down, she didn’t stop him. Her cheeks colored. He could almost hear the beat of her heart. “There, perfect.”

“Now why would you want to let that boy see my breasts?”

“He’s not a boy, and I want you to see that he’s looking.” Then, holding her gaze, he raised the skirt, revealing the lace tops of her stockings. The creak of the kitchen’s swing door alerted them. He saw her swallow, heard the intake of breath and the slow exhale. Closing his eyes, he drank in her scent, grapefruit and hot, creamy woman.

“Lobster for you, sir.” The waiter slid the plate in front of him, then rounded the backs of their chairs. Holding Dominique’s dinner, he took the time to rearrange her utensils. Slowly. Getting them just right though his gaze wasn’t on the table at all. “And crab legs for the lady.”

Dominique smiled up at him. “Thank you so much.”

“My pleasure, ma’am. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.” His glance fell to her lap, then he backed away, and turned on his heel. 175

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Gabriel put his hand between her legs. “You’re wet.”

Her skin flushed pink, yet she pushed him away. “Behave.”

Little liar. She wanted his touch badly. “I was going to reprimand him for serving me first, but I realized it was by design.” One elbow on the table, he raised her tiny crab fork. “Would you like me to rearrange the cutlery for you?”

With a barely there smile curving her lips, she pretended to ignore him. Tucking into her crab legs, she daintily pulled the meat from the already cracked shell, but the little fork left half of it behind.

“Eat with your fingers,” he said.

She tipped her head, looked at him through her lashes, and continued digging with the fork.

He pulled apart his lobster, tore off a piece of the tail, dipped it in butter, then held it out to her. “Try it.”

When she reached for it, he pulled back. “From my fingers.”

A drop of butter landed on her lips as she took the white lobster between her teeth. He didn’t let go, so she licked his fingers, the butter, the lobster, him. If it had been his cock, he’d have blown sky high. As it was, he pulsed in his tux pants.

Her green eyes darkened to a deep emerald, glittering in the candlelight. A gust of wind buffeted the window. Overhead, the music hit a faster beat.

“Feed me,” he murmured. He’d almost said Fuck me.

“How did you know I liked crab better than lobster?” She pulled out a hunk with her fingers, dipped it.

“I didn’t. I thought we’d share.”

She offered the succulent morsel to him. He took it, going for her succulent morsel at the same time. Licking her fingers, he slid his hand up her leg to the lace edge of the thong, then slipped beneath.

Sitting back, she parted her legs slightly to give him better access. The ankle bells tinkled as if signaling her arousal. “Is the crab good?” she asked, pretending his hand wasn’t between her legs.

“Excellent.” Her pussy was warm, wet, delicious. She gasped when he hit just the right spot. “Would you like another piece?”

“Oh yeah.” He almost groaned, wanting her badly. Instead of crab, she fed him lobster from his own plate. As she drew the butter and meat along his lips, she raised her hips, arching into his touch, her 176

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breath ragged, the ankle bells going off again. He finished the juicy bit of lobster meat. “Do you want more?” he asked.

“Yes.” She turned her head, gazed at him with a deep, sensual caress.

“More.”

He slid deeper into her pussy, running his thumb over her clit at the same time. With his free hand, he grabbed a hunk of crab meat already drenched in butter and put it to her mouth. “Open.”

She tugged her skirt high, exposing the strip of curls arrowing down to her pussy, his hand against her pink flesh. Accepting the crab from his fingertips, she closed her eyes, licked her lips.

He wanted to taste her, bury his tongue against her clit, and make her scream.

“I think this might be sex,” she whispered.

“Nah. It’s eating.” He shot her a big grin, but God, he wanted to feast on her. 177

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“SEMANTICS,” DOMINIQUE SAID ON A GASP AS GABRIEL HIT A PARTICULARLY sensitive spot inside. This time, instead of going for a bite of lobster, she went for his cock, stroking him through his pants. Gabriel closed his eyes, gritted his teeth.

It was like that first night. In such a short time, Gabriel had made her crazy. Except that they’d been teasing each other all day, building to this moment.

“If it’s not sex, then I want your cock in my mouth.” She didn’t care that the young waiter could swing through the door without warning. The thought sent a jolt to her clitoris. Almost as if she were preening for an audience, she stretched, ran her fingers through her hair, then down over her breasts. Oh yeah, the waiter could watch. Gabriel made her want to push her limits, do things she’d never done.

His eyes sparked brighter than the candle flame on the table, but his hand never let up on the delicious play between her legs. “As long as you don’t make me come while you’re sucking,” he said, “it’s not sex and everyone wins.”

She was skirting around her own rules. No sex on the first date, no sex without money. So now they simply changed the definition of sex. If it worked for a president, it certainly worked for her.

She pushed him back in his chair, his hand falling away. She was on the edge, her body humming, and holding off would make the pleasure that much greater. Anticipation was 50 percent of the turn-on. Then he licked his fingers clean, tasting her, closing his eyes to savor her, the sight spiking her desire.

She rose far enough to tap the chair out of the way, her anklet chiming.

“Push away from the table,” she instructed.

Positioning his chair, he yanked her to her knees between his legs. Right where she wanted to be. His cock bulged in his pants, stretching the seams almost beyond their limits.

She’d dreamed of this in the deepest part of the night. A light perfume of male arousal rose off him, musky, salty, a taste and a scent all rolled into one. She was a courtesan, she was trained, yet she fumbled with his buckle and zipper. He didn’t tell her to slow down, but put his hand over hers and helped. 178

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Together they pulled his cock free.

“God.” She was awed all over again. “You’re beautiful.”

He chuckled, then pressed a kiss to her forehead. “No one’s ever called my cock beautiful before.”

She smiled as a bead of pre-come pearled on the tip. Biting her lip, she dragged in his sensual scent, let it fill her up. Then she bent to swipe away the droplet with her tongue. Tilting her head back, her eyes on his, she relished the sweet taste. His eyes darkened, glowed. She didn’t want to rush. She wanted to savor him.

“Take me,” he whispered, his need seducing her. Wrapping her hand around his cock, she slid down over the crown, sucking hard just there, then soothing with a lick, her tongue along the little slit. He put his hand on the back of her head and rocked into her. She reached beneath him, on the outside of his slacks, and cupped his balls, squeezed. His whole body tensed.

“Christ,” he groaned, and she glanced up. Lines of strain and desire etched his face, and he watched with an avid light. “More. Please.”

She’d never done this right for Edward. She’d never made him look at her that way. Gabriel was a gift. His need fueled her own. His arousal deepened hers. She lifted her hand from him and slid all the way down, as far as she could. He was so much, so big. His tip caressed the back of her throat. She sucked hard on the retreat, grazed him lightly with her teeth all the way back up to the ridge of his crown.

His hand on the back of her head guided her down again; a hand on her cheek set her pace. But then she backed off again to feast on the droplets of come at the tip.

“Easy,” he murmured. “Or I’ll come.”

He was beautiful, he was delicious. She wanted all his come, she needed everything. She raised her eyes, his cock still fully between her lips, then slid slowly off, feeling him pop free. He still rested between her lips, and she drowned in his musky scent, his hot gaze, the flare of his nostrils.

“Then come for me,” Dominique invited, a wicked smile on her lips. “I’m pretty sure it’s not sex unless there’s penetration.”

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glimmer of his come on her lips, his cock so close yet so far. He didn’t want to come in her mouth. He wanted inside her.

And Gabriel gave in.

“You want me to beg, I’ll beg.” He held her chin tight, forced her to look at him. “I’m begging to fuck you.”

For the longest moment of his life, she simply returned his gaze, then her eyes touched his cheeks, his mouth, and finally, God, after fucking forever, she said, “I’m begging you to do it.”

That was all it took. Gabriel pulled her up, rising with her, grabbed her hips, his fingers slipping on the sleek velvet. Spinning her to face the chair, he planted her hands firmly on the back.

Then he raised the dress. The globes of her ass were creamy buttermilk, her skin smooth as glass.

Something flickered to his left. A face, shadows, at the window in the kitchen door. “They’re watching,” he told her.

She glanced at him over her shoulder, light beaming in her eyes, a glow to her skin. “I know.”

Pushing the dress higher, he angled her for the perfect view, better than anything beyond the huge picture windows. He stroked down to her center and the drenched crotch of her thong. “You love that the boy’s watching, don’t you”—it wasn’t a question—“that he’s called them all to watch.” The cook, the washer, the waiter, the candlestick maker, even the kid that let them in. “Tell me how hot it makes you.”

She moaned, focusing on the swing door. “It’s unbearable.” She slipped her hand inside her panties, her fingers moving beneath the material. “I’m so wet.”

She tipped her head back over her shoulder, gave him the most sultry of looks.

“I need to put on the best show.”

He fell into her gaze, into the playfulness and the heat of her. “Lose the panties.”

Even as she started to wriggle out of the lacy thong, setting the ankle bells to jangling, he caught his fingers in the edge, gliding his hands over her delectable rump. He kissed her ass as together they shoved the thong down her legs.

“Do I look forty-five?”

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the self-confidence a younger woman couldn’t hope to achieve. Yet everyone had vulnerabilities. Dominique needed reassurance. He wanted to give it to her. Her need ratcheted his desire up a notch, pulsed through his cock. “You’re the best damn fucking forty-five I’ve ever seen.”

She sighed with a throaty purr, obviously pleased. “Then you better fuck me before I get a minute older.”

“My pleasure.” He donned a condom quickly, then stroked his dick along the crease of her ass to her moist opening. Sliding forward in all her succulent, fragrant juice, he coated himself in her natural lube, nudged her clit until she moaned.

It was a show, all right. The best. Her hip secured in one hand, he guided his cock to her sweet pussy and buried just the head inside her. Flexing his hips, he pulsated right there, short little bursts.

“Oh God.” She widened her stance, gave him better access, then slipped one hand between her legs to caress her clit.

It was slow, languorous fucking, the angle of their stance giving their audience a clear shot of cock taking her. The kitchen lights were out now, to improve the view, the window in the door a dark hole. And he felt them just on the other side.

Sliding an inch deeper, he pumped short and fast, loving the gasp that fell from her lips. “Is it good?” He wanted her words, her sweet voice.

“It’s so good, Gabriel.” Her fast breath threaded through her voice. “Fuck me harder, fuck me deeper. Please, Gabriel.” She ended on a sob of need and desire.

She was a lady. She was a whore. He wanted both. “Beg me,” he whispered. She bounced against him, driving him home, high and deep. “Please, please, please, please. I need it, Gabriel. Fuck me good. Fuck me hard.” She gasped as he gave it to her. “I think this is sex,” she muttered, ending with a low moan.

“It sure as fuck is.” She made his balls ache, so full they’d burst any second.

“You only want it to be me, don’t you.”

“Yes, Gabriel, only you. Only your cock.” She cried out, her pussy contracting, milking him, her orgasm dragging him under.

He came, hard, gut-wrenching, knowing he’d never survive another man taking her this way.

Dominique was his now. And he was hers.

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MINE, MINE.

Gabriel’s words echoed as she lay against his chest, his heart beating beneath her ear. When they’d arrived back at the resort, he’d taken her to his bed, fucked her delirious again, then fallen asleep with his arm anchoring her securely to him.

They’d never made it to dessert. Gabriel had gathered her up, laid her cloak around her shoulders, and whispered that he needed to get her home. Home, the hotel. The young man operating the tram had been flushed, sweaty, unable to meet her eye, fixated on her chest. His wide-eyed look had loosed a rush of moisture in her.