“Then what are you doing?”
This time there was no mistaking the slight Northwest accent that coated every syllable. Zeke’s lips stopped their seductive exploration for a brief moment before he trailed a line of kisses along her jaw. She could swear she felt his lips curve in a smile against her skin.
“Marking what’s mine.”
Taylor’s gasp sounded loud to her own ears as without any warning, he pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy.
“Gaawd, stop!” Her gaze searched frantically through the glass bricks, horrified that Liam might appear while Zeke was finger fucking her … and very successfully managed to destroy any defenses she had left with the feathery brushes of his thumb over her throbbing clitoris. His wicked mouth found every hot spot down her neck and nape that turned her into a withering and moaning puppet. She shivered as he sucked and tongued every inch.
“Zeke …”
“You think too much. Give in to me, Taylor.”
In true Dom fashion, he demanded. Give in to me. Just like that, she was caught in the vortex of the web he’d been weaving around her. Four words that confirmed she was helplessly caught and reiterated what she was so desperate to deny.
Her pleasure … every teeny bit of it belonged to him.
“I … you have to … Zeke, please.”
“If you insist,” he grated and before she could comprehend his words, she was left alone on this side of the table once again, facing him as he settled opposite her again. “Oh god,” she moaned as she watched him lick her essence from his fingers. The expression on his face affirmed how he relished the taste of her lust.
Her pussy clenched in protest at the emptiness he’d left behind, especially since her clit continued to throb demandingly, wishing his tongue was circling the swollen nub like he was with his fingers.
Taylor was shaken to the core as she stared at his dark expression. The table separated them but it felt like his fingers were still plunging inside her, teasing her, demanding her complete submission. She blinked, her lips parted, and her hands turned into fists as the impossible happened. She felt herself teetering on the edge of a climax … from nothing more than staring into his commanding eyes.
“Yes, little one. Now … come for me.”
His powerful command bombarded her senses. She tensed as bam! she catapulted into a blinding void. Her mouth gaped open, her pussy pulsed as with wide incredulous eyes, she came so hard she felt it throbbing in her teeth, curling her toes. She swore she could feel the tips of her ears tingling with the force of it rippling through her.
For the first time in her life, she wanted to purr like a contented cat … but she couldn’t move, only stare at the swirling satisfaction in his eyes that suddenly glowed like molten silver. No man had ever made her come this hard. Fuck … completely unraveled her, leaving her floundering like an autumn leaf on a winter’s breeze.
“H-how did you do that?”
“You’re a submissive, Taylor. You just learned that when a woman completely submits not only her body but her entire being, mind and soul to a Dom like you just did, anything is possible. You confirmed what I had known at the airport already.”
“What?” For the life of her, she couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“You’re the sub I’ve been searching for, and you, my lovely little dove, just committed to me as your Dom.”
“I did no such thing.” The denial held no power and the twitch of his lips was testament he knew her protest was nothing but an effort to save face and regain her composure.
“Then I guess it’s up to me to convince you otherwise.”
She opened her mouth to offer a sharp retort but snapped her lips together as Liam arrived to take their order for dessert.
“Just the bill, please, Liam.” Zeke’s expression had turned impassive but the smile on his lips promised all kinds of wicked pleasures. “I have something much more enjoyable in mind for dessert,” he said in a low voice meant for her ears only.
Heat exploded over Taylor’s cheeks like a splat of paint on a canvas. The look she shot at him was sharper than a rapier, but rogue that he was, he didn’t seem at all perturbed.
Had Taylor known the thoughts running through his mind, she’d have turned tail and run. Instead, she allowed him to grasp her elbow and trotted alongside him back to the hotel in complete silence. All too aware of the sexual tension that intensified between them with every step that took them closer to the hotel. The unspoken promise hung heavy in the air between them.
The powerful Dom’s seduction had only begun.
Zeke had remembered who Taylor was when the sensual lilt of a barely there accent had coated the breathless cries when he’d kissed her neck. He’d heard the same husky accent in Castle Sin’s dungeons before … from Peyton Jackson, Stone’s fiancée. It triggered the memory that had been eluding him. Now, he knew that Taylor was Peyton’s attorney friend who had helped her during the investigation of the Rothman brothers. She was also the only person so far who had been able to link their real identity to those as actors known to the public. It was that which had urged them to change the ownership papers to avoid future disclosure.
He might want Taylor and he firmly believed she was the woman he’d been searching for but he’d learned a hard lesson early on in life. She knew exactly who he was and that Peyton now lived on The Seven Keys Island with his cousin, yet she pretended not to.
That raised a red flag … one he had no intention of ignoring.
Taylor Banks wasn’t going anywhere until he found out exactly what she was up to … what she was doing in Washington DC and why it was so urgent to get to Key West.
Yes, my little spitfire. Come morning, you will know I’m not the kind of man to play games with.
Chapter Three
“Thank you for a lovely—oh!” Taylor gasped as Zeke pressed her against the wall the moment the door closed behind them. “I … what are you doing?” Her voice sounded shrill in the quiet of the apartment.
“If not for the fact that you’ve proven otherwise, I’d have serious concerns about your vocabulary, little one.”
The grin on his lips would’ve been contagious if she hadn’t been desperate to curb the wildfire of lust he unleashed inside her with his body holding her in place. The heat emanating from him scorched her skin wherever they touched.
Pity about the layer of clothes separating all that warmth from heating me up all over. The thought unsettled her. How could she be this hungry for the man? A wildness unfurled inside her. One, she’d curbed her entire life. For the first time, she wanted to be released from all the shackles holding her true feminine desires chained.
As if he read her mind, his lips fluttered in a brief caress over hers, leaving her feeling bereft. He’d been teasing her with the promise of his lips taking possession of hers the entire night. She wanted him to make good on that promise. She needed him to lock those gorgeous lips on hers in a devouring and commanding kiss.
“It’s time.”
Her eyelids fluttered as she blinked upward to stare at him in confusion.
“Time for what?”
“To let go of your inhibitions, Taylor. I’m a very greedy man and I find that with you, I have a gluttonous hunger to be the recipient of the wild, hungry little tiger waiting to be unleashed.” His smile turned Cheshire like. “Before the stroke of midnight, my pet, you’re going to scratch, screech, and purr like never before.”