Page 7 of Flirting with Trouble

A feral look flashes in his eyes, and his mouth descends mercilessly over mine in a kiss so passionate and all-consuming, my head spins. His tongue sweeps and delves, possessing and caressing in a mesmerizing rhythm, stoking a long-buried passion I almost forgot existed. I push up on my toes, taking more, and he growls, “Fuck,” against my lips. My body screams, Yes please, as he reclaims my mouth, intensifying his efforts to a mind-numbing level. He kisses me deeper, more sensually, giving and taking in waves of lethal seduction and electrifying roughness, igniting me like an inferno. My sex throbs. My chest burns. How could I have forgotten what it was like to be kissed like I was the very air someone needed to breathe? How the right kiss could steal my breath and fill me with want and need so hot and sharp, it’s inescapable?

Every swipe of our tongues, every press of our bodies, sends desperation pulsing through me. When our lips part, our eyes reconnect like a brewing storm, and “Want to get out of here?” tumbles out.

“More than you know.”

Chapter Two

Victory

The warm summer air sobers me up just enough to make me epically nervous as we walk into Wells’s hotel suite. He reaches for my purse and must see something in my eyes, because the smile that appears is softer and more compassionate than the wicked one he sported when we left the bar.

“Having second thoughts?” he asks gently.

“No. It’s just been a long time since I’ve gotten naked with a stranger, and I ended up marrying the last one.”

“Well, we’re in no danger of wedding bells, sweet thing.” He takes my purse and places it on the table. “We’re just two people enjoying each other for a night.”

Being on the same page helps ease my nerves a little. “This stays between us, right? I don’t want you telling anyone who will listen that I’m your girlfriend and find you in my office tomorrow giving orders to my assistant.”

“I assure you that will not happen. Come here, sexy.” Taking my hand, he draws me closer. “Let me remind you why you want to be here.”

His warm hands frame my face, and he brushes his lips lightly over mine, whispering, “You deserve to feel good.” He kisses me soft and sweet, so different from our smoldering kisses in the bar, and it’s doing the trick, easing my nerves. “There’s no pressure.” He lowers his lips to mine in a slow, sensual kiss that goes on so long, I feel like I’m floating.

The man could give a master class in seduction. When he says, “We can stop at any time,” I don’t hesitate to say “Don’t stop,” and pull his mouth back to mine. He takes that green light and runs with it, pushing a hand into my hair, his other arm circling my waist, holding me tight as he deepens the kiss. He gives and takes, then takes even more. Desire courses through me, so thick and hot, there’s no room for nerves. I grasp at his shoulders, kissing him harder, but his fingers tighten in my hair, and he reclaims control, refusing to give in to my demand.

He holds me exactly where he wants me, keeping me from taking more as he continues his expert seduction. I was twenty-six to Harvey’s forty-two when we met, and I was drawn to everything about him, from the way he commanded boardrooms to the kindness and attention he gave to his employees and clients, and the way he adored me. He took charge in the bedroom but in a gentler way. Wells is dirtier, and I like it. He taunts me with tantalizing kisses that go from sweet and sensual to rough and unforgiving and back again in an endless cycle that has me straining against his grip, moaning, grinding, whimpering for more.

He grins arrogantly into our kisses, but he doesn’t break our connection. He intensifies it with a blistering kiss as he unzips the back of my dress. My nerves try to rise to the surface, but I want him—I want this—too much. I reach between us, unbuttoning his shirt, trembling a little from sheer desire. He takes over, those dark eyes holding me captive as he strips off his shirt and drops it to the floor.

My breath catches at the sight of his beautifully sculpted tan body and the slight dusting of chest hair, so different from Harvey’s thick salt-and-peppered barrel chest. That should probably give me pause, but it only further arouses me. I’m excited for this new adventure. “You were right. It’s been way too long since I’ve touched a man.” I reach for the button on his slacks.

He catches my hand and moves it to his chest. “You’ve given me the honor of reminding you that you’re a beautiful, sexual woman and not just the queen of an empire. I don’t take that honor lightly, and I won’t rush through it.”

He kisses my neck as he slides my dress off my shoulders. It falls to my feet, leaving me in my lace bra, matching thong, and heels. My nerves prickle, but they don’t stand a chance against the needy ache inside me. His gaze rakes devouringly down my body, causing a rush of butterflies, goose bumps, and flames.

“You are stunning.” He presses a kiss to my shoulder, murmuring, “I cannot wait to get my mouth on you.”

A shiver of anticipation races down my spine.

His fingers trail lightly over my nipples. “These beautiful tits need some attention.” He lowers his mouth to mine in a soul-searing kiss that reaches deep inside me, drawing out a moan. Leaving me breathless, he steps behind me and caresses my ass. “This gorgeous ass needs attention, too.” His touch turns to rough, greedy gropes, and my entire body pleads for more as he dips his face beside mine and says, “I can’t wait to see you on all fours, taking my cock from behind.”

It’s been so long, “Yes,” slips out before I can stop it.

“There she is, that beautiful, sensual being you’ve kept chained down. You want to feel my cock driving into you, don’t you, sweet thing?” he asks arrogantly, and that makes me even hotter. “You want to come on my cock?”

I don’t even try to hold back. “God yes.” I’m here for sex, and I’m going to take everything he’s willing to give.

“I bet your thong is drenched for me, isn’t it?” He gathers my hair over one shoulder and gives it a tug, gritting out, “Isn’t it?”

“Yes—” He’s going to take me to the edge before he even touches me.

“That’s my girl,” he says as he takes off my bra.

It’s such an intimate endearment, it gives me pause, but before I can overthink it, he grabs my hair again, tugging my head to the side, sending scintillating stings like hot needles down my body, and practically growls in my ear, “I like you wet and needy.” He seals his mouth over my neck, kissing, licking, and sucking, driving me out of my freaking mind.

“Wells,” I plead.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you beg.” He palms my breasts and rolls my nipples between his fingers and thumb, sending shocks of pleasure burning through me.