Taylor was caught and held captive on a cloud of euphoria so high, all she could do was hold on and pray she survived. She was so focused on breathing she missed the pleasure that rippled through Zeke.
The pleasure he felt at her uncontrolled reaction to him was unsurpassed by anything he’d ever experienced with another woman before.
She tasted so damn good, he wanted to keep his face buried between her legs for the rest of the night. The spicy bouquet combined with the rich velvety folds under his tongue, inflamed him to a raging need. A need so intense it physically hurt with the urgency to bury his cock inside her. To feel her rippling heat embrace him.
When Taylor finally came back to earth, she found herself on the king-sized bed in Zeke’s bedroom. She struggled into a sitting position as she realized she was naked, even more so when her searching eyes clashed with the silvery dragon-like stare of her tormentor. Her skin blushed under his heated gaze where he sat at the edge of the bed watching her. Her fingers curled around the pillow with the intent to drag it in front of her.
“No.” The dark frown was back on his face. “You will not hide your body from me.”
His eyes trailed over every naked curve. There was no denying the effect looking at her bare body had on him. Her breath caught in her throat as she detected the hard ridge of his … holy moly, he’s deliciously huge! She gulped as her thoughts got sidetracked by the sight of his arousal pressing against the tight black Prada boxer trunks molded to every rigid muscle of his hips and thighs. Her hungry eyes traveled over his ripped stomach, muscled chest, and bulging arms. Good lord, this man is perfect! Her leg jerked as he placed a palm on her thigh. She shuffled further away, desperate to regain some sense of control over the situation … not to mention her frayed mind.
Zeke Rothman was too much Dom for her. She couldn’t allow herself to be caught up in the net he was weaving around her. For one thing, she needed to keep her wits about her. To keep her mind clear and not cloud it with thoughts of lust, sex, and debauchery—the likes of which she could only guess at based on what had happened earlier. She squared her shoulders and jutted her chin outward.
“I’m not having sex with you, Zeke Rothman.”
Contrary to her expectations, he surprised her with a wicked grin. He stretched himself leisurely out at the foot of the bed, holding his body up with a bent elbow. He regarded her with amusement flickering in his eyes.
“I can’t recall asking you but thanks for telling me.”
Taylor snorted as she pulled herself upright against the headboard. For the first time in her life, she forgot that she was naked, which was something she never did. She didn’t scene naked in clubs and sex was always in the dark. She might be comfortable with her body fully clothed but naked was an entirely different story. To be this relaxed in the presence of a man watching her with brooding eyes was unsettling at best.
“Please. You’re a Dom and after what just happened, I highly doubt you would bother asking.”
“I’m worried about the kind of Doms you’ve been associating with.” His gaze intensified. “But you’re right … in a way.” The wicked grin was back on his face. “As a Dom, I depend on what your body tells me it needs and if it’s begging for sex, I would be remiss in giving it exactly what it craves.”
“Well, mine isn’t, thank you very much.”
“If you say so, little one.”
Zeke stared at her, more than aware of the stir of desire in his loins as she discreetly pulled her legs up to shelter her nakedness from his scrutiny. It was refreshing that she didn’t try to seduce him since it was the one thing he’d come to resent from being a celebrity. The falsehood from those women whose only interest in him was to exploit him for their own gain. To use his popularity to make their own mark in the movie industry or for their moment of glory in the spotlight. It was one of the reasons he had been searching for the right woman for so long. Instinct told him he had found her in this curvy and sassy woman.
He drowned in the depths of her deep blue eyes every time he looked into them. The beauty of her luxurious skin, now splayed open and naked to his hungry gaze did it all by itself. He was well aware she was affected in the same way. The delicious, spicy bouquet that filled his nostrils was proof of her body’s reaction to his closeness. He probed her expression, amused at her attempt to shroud her emotions behind a mask of indifference.
He reached out to caress her foot. He wrapped his hand around it as she tried to jerk it out of reach. His eyes darkened as he slowly pulled, forcing her leg to straighten.
“One thing I have to admit is that you’re too beautiful to resist. If there’s one thing I’ve never been accused of it’s being a martyr. Your body is screaming out to me and I’ll be damned if I deny myself the pleasures I know I’ll find within its heated cavern.”
“Ohh … jeeezzz,” she hissed and stared at him with wide eyes as he leaned forward and sucked strongly on her big toe. She felt the tugging motions all the way into her loins and her clit suddenly felt like it had been zapped by an electric wire. She was mortified.
Toes weren’t meant to be sucked on for heaven’s sake!
That it was the conduit to lust flaring to life inside her was inconceivable.
“Stop,” she wheezed and tried to yank her foot from his grasp. Her cheeks flared bright red as his eyes roamed over her breasts and ample curves that jiggled as a result. One arm moved up to cover her breasts while she did her best to use the other to hide her round stomach and hips from his heated gaze.
“That does it,” he growled as he sat up with a stern expression on his face and eyes that glimmered with anger. “I warned you not to hide your body from me. It seems you need a lesson in obedience.”
“It’s not up to you to address my disobedience. I’m not your …” Her voice trailed off at the flash of red in his eyes that suddenly looked like silver globes in the dim lights from the bedside lamps.
“I’m glad to see you realize finishing that sentence would carry severe consequences.”
Taylor opened her mouth but snapped it shut immediately. She might be fighting the inner submissive begging to completely submit to him but secretly, she was overjoyed at the way he dominated her. It was as if her will had succumbed to his powerful mastery, and however much she tried to deny it, she reveled in it.
Zeke grabbed her legs and yanked her lower until she was lying flat on her back. Her hands flailed in the air as she attempted to keep her jiggling breasts contained.
Crack! Crack!
“Shit! Stop that,” she protested as she rubbed her stinging hands where he’d slapped them.
“I’m done talking, Taylor. Do that again and you’ll suffer the consequences. Now, keep your hands away from your body and don’t move unless you’re aiming for two weeks of not sitting on your ass.”
He got up and stood watching her with a calculating look in his eyes. It was with a Herculean effort that she managed to return his look and not shrink into the bed in mortification as her nipples tightened and she could feel the telltale wetness between her thighs. It was completely shitty that her own body continued to betray her in the presence of this man. How the hell was she going to appear unaffected if it was glaringly obvious just at the thought of what he had in mind?