I couldn’t help myself. I was almost beyond the point of caring. His V-taper distracted me, drawing my eyes downward until I noticed a fine line of dark hair protruding just out of the top of his workout shorts.
“Tempest?”
“What?” I stammered, looking him in the eye. “I wasn’t staring.”
Dorian winked at me. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”
Wow? Really?
Grabbing the towel from his shoulder, he tossed it aside with a casual flick.
“Listen, I was going to wait until tomorrow morning to tell you the news but since you’ve taken it upon yourself to go on this midnight stroll, I may as well do it now.”
I frowned at him.
“I’ve had a couple phone calls with the owner of the case, including one tonight, not long after I left your room. He’s ready to take delivery of it tomorrow night. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
I have to admit, at first I couldn’t make the connection. I had too much man meat on my brain, but it didn’t take long before I guessed what he meant.
“Does this mean… Does that mean I get to leave?”
Dorian took a couple of steps in my direction. “Obviously, I would prefer if you didn’t go anywhere, but above all else, I am a man of my word. So yes, once the case is delivered and I am comfortable that there aren’t any immediate threats to you, then you are free to leave.”
I know I should have been thrilled, jumping up and down and clapping my hands together with excitement but I didn’t. In a strange way, I almost felt guilty – guilty for judging him, for not believing him.
The truth was somewhere inside I held a doubt he would actually follow through on letting me go. I didn’t feel like I needed to apologize for thinking that, but before I could even try, he spoke again.
“You are wrong about me. You are wrong about the reason I brought you here. It has nothing to do with wanting to control you, and it never has. The only thing I want to do is protect you and keep you safe, kill again if need be.”
He said it again. Every word he spoke riveted my attention. I didn’t take a single breath.
“The fact that a piece of shit like Todd is dead doesn’t matter to me one bit. That probably sounds callous or harsh or whatever, but I’m not a liar, and I never have been.”
I’d never had anyone tell me that they would be willing to kill for me. Those words stuck in my head. Only his next question snapped me out of it.
“You never responded earlier. Why did you leave your room?”
I didn’t have an answer. His presence disarmed me. Every inch of him pure, unfiltered temptation. I mean, I did have an answer. I thought it was because I wanted to escape, but now, with him only inches away from me, I wasn’t so sure about that reason anymore.
“I’ll just say this…” he began, reaching towards my face and cradling my cheek in his palm, “unless you plan on following through with that little tease you gave me in your bedroom earlier, you need to leave now. This is your only chance. If you stay here even one more second I won’t be responsible for holding back what’s been building inside of me.”
Of course I’d teased him trying to get what I wanted, but hearing those words from his mouth, hearing the truth about the way he felt electrified my entire body. I hadn’t been wrong about the kiss. He’d wanted it every bit as much as I thought he did.
Now he was leaving it up to me.
“I want to fuck you. I want to bury my cock deep inside, farther than I ever have anyone before. What’s it going to be? If it’s no, then there’s the door. If it’s yes, then just know that once I own something it’s mine -- forever.”
6
Owning Her (Dorian)
Fuck!
It seemed like years since I’d tasted the sweet honey of her lips on mine even though it had only been less than a goddamn hour.
The fire she’d awakened in me when she pulled that little stunt in her room… Man, it took every ounce of self-control I had to freeze her out. I don’t remember a time when a woman had ever tested my resolve like that.
I ran my fingers through her hair, reaching around the back of her head. Curling them under, I tugged, pulling her hair by the roots.
Tempest moaned.
It was a soft sound, like the kind a woman makes when she needs more of the same. That’s exactly what I would give her. My heart thumped, and blood raced through my veins.
From the moment I’d first pulled her body close to mine the night of the crash, I made a vow to myself it wouldn’t be the last. She trembled in my arms, quivering with a mix of need and excitement. I explored her mouth with my tongue, inserting and withdrawing, gliding and twisting. I didn’t want to leave any doubt in her mind about what was going to happen.
My upper body was still flush with blood, muscles rock hard from the workout. Tempest groped at me, her hands squeezing my midsection, arms, and back. It wouldn’t be long before those gropes turned to scratches and her moans to screams.
Big tits, perfect waist, and a round ass. It was almost enough to make a man cum on sight. Not me though -- I had no intention of rushing. I’d savor every square inch of her supple flesh. My mind flashed scenarios, a million ways I’d take her -- own her.
Grunting, I reached for her jeans. She wore the same thing I’d found her in that night. Tempest’s pink T-shirt hugged her tits, wrapping her like a sinful Christmas present. Those jeans, man those fucking jeans, they clung to her hourglass hips – hips I’d have my hands around soon.
Still, as much as I enjoyed seeing her in that worn denim, getting her out of them would be even better. Our kissing intensified, Tempest moved her body back and forth, grinding against me. My skin, every nerve ending I had, tingled, craved, lusted. Without words, she begged me to take her, writhing and wriggling in my fingers.
“Fuck,” I said, breaking free of her and gasping a big gulp of air. “Babe, I gotta grab a quick shower. You…”
She didn’t waste a single second.
“No,” she growled, digging her fingernails deep into my chest. “I want you to fuck me. The shower will be there when we’re finished.”
I don’t know if a woman ever gave me goosebumps before, but shit if that’s what I didn’t feel. Wordless, I snatched her off the ground and threw her over my shoulder. The motion startled her, and Tempest squealed, slapping me harmlessly across the upper back.
“Careful!” she shrieked.
I marched towards my bedroom, hauling her in there like a fucking caveman.
“Honey,” I grunted. “Careful is the last thing I’m gonna be with you.”
Bending at the waist, I grabbed hold of Tempest by her hips and pulled her off my shoulder, dropping her onto my bed. She bounced into the mattress with a harmless thump, giggling and looking up at me. Only, I wasn’t laughing. There wasn’t anything funny about what was going to happen.
I watched her expression change. Her eyes focused on me. She swallowed, a difficult lump passed through her throat. My eyes never left hers. I wiped my hands across my mouth, remnants of her kiss lingering on my taste buds.
‘Strip,” I commanded.
A tiny smile curled at the corner of her mouth. Tempest sat up, resting herself on her elbows. Her perfect breasts pushed forward, nipples hard as ice, beckoning me through the thin fabric of her shirt.