Page 30 of Dangerous Temptation

Elena’s body hummed when he finally kissed her. She’d been aroused ever since she’d first stepped out from behind the room divider in that pink lingerie. She couldn’t help it. Her body responded whenever he looked at her.

Knowing that she was turning him on revved the titillation even higher.

He kissed his way along her jawline. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held on. The low cut of the dress called to him, and he was soon at her cleavage.

She moaned as his dusty whiskers woke up her flesh.

‘The door,’ she whispered. ‘What if somebody walks in?’

‘I’ll fire them.’

He kissed his way determinedly down her breastbone and licked deep. Nuzzling against her, he kissed the sides of her breasts. His hands had already squeezed between her back and the wall to tackle her zipper. The vee neckline widened as the zipper slid down to her waist.

His breaths were heavy as he looked at the curves he’d exposed. He cupped one breast, holding her possessively. His hand looked sexy against all the black lace. His thumb poked at her nipple, waking it up and making it show itself above the silver demi-cup.

She tugged on his red tie. ‘You didn’t touch me last night.’

He pushed the dress over her arms and down to the floor. ‘You were stressed, and I was thinking.’

‘About this?’ She gasped when she suddenly found herself in nothing but the tiny scraps of lingerie and a sky-high pair of stiletto pumps.

‘About how to make up for all the things you missed.’

A pang hit her chest. She wanted to make up for all the things that had happened to him, too.

She arched when his wandering hands settled on her bare butt. He might as well be branding his handprints onto her curves. She felt the cup of his palm and the outline of each finger. One was dangerously close to the thin strip of the G-string running between her buttocks.

‘I didn’t miss –’

‘Shhh.’ He kissed her again, leaning heavily.

She loved the feel of his weight against her, his hard planes and hot skin. She was little, but he didn’t treat her like fine china. As his hands stroked over her, she felt like a woman.

And they stroked everywhere. Her waist, her breasts, her stomach and her thighs.

‘So … you can’t … think,’ she panted, ‘and touch me … at the same time?’

‘God, no.’ His voice was strained, too. ‘I touch you and my thoughts go haywire.’

She knew the feeling, but she hadn’t gotten to touch her fill yet. Hungry, she pushed his shirt off his shoulders and raked her fingers over his chest. It was a like a relief map of muscles and tendons. She flicked his nipple and his abdomen clenched like an accordion.

‘Siren.’ He nipped at her chin. ‘You know it’s even worse when you touch me.’

A sexy sense of power consumed her. Power and confidence. She planted her hands wide on him and stroked down all at once. He was as hard as he looked, lean and defined.

And sensitive.

She ran her fingernail along the line of his belt and his hand slapped against the wall beside her head.

The kiss they shared was full-tongued and erotic.

‘It’s been driving me nuts knowing what you’ve been wearing underneath all those dresses and proper business suits.’

Her hands trembled as she fought with the zipper of his dress pants. He swore when her fingers glided over his erection, so she went back and did it again. This time she slid her hand inside the opening of his boxers.

His head dropped, and her toes squeezed. He was hot and stiff, way too much for her hand.

She pumped him once, all the way from his base to his blunt tip. ‘It’s your own fault,’ she whispered boldly. ‘You’re the one who picked it out.’

‘You’re the one whose nipples got hard wearing it.’ He pinched one through the cup to prove his point. ‘Did it turn you on? Did it make you wet?’

She groaned as his hand stroked down her belly.

She knew what was coming, but she bit her lip all the same when that hot hand pushed right between her legs.

The material of the G-string was wider to cover her there, but it was no match for a determined intruder.

He kneed her legs apart and his fingers slid along her grooves.

Her body rocked when two of them found her opening and slid right in. ‘Alex!’

She was wet and plump, and they burrowed deep. She moaned when they curled and rubbed a trigger point deep inside her.

‘Are you ready for me, baby?’

She swirled her thumb over the head of his erection, and his hips thrust.

‘Hurry,’ she whispered.

He stopped teasing her. His fingers left her body abruptly, but he stopped only to shrug out of his shirt and throw it to the floor. She helped by pushing down his pants. They dropped to his thighs, and he was suddenly more exposed than she was.

His erection pointed at her, thick and at attention.

She inhaled deeply when he caught her by the waist and lifted her. He didn’t bother to strip her. Instead, he stretched the G-string aside to get at her. His weight pressed her into the wall, pinning her from shoulder to hips.

And then he was slowly, inexorably boring into her.

Elena moaned as she took him. He could be so overwhelming. So dominating.

And she loved it.

She wound her legs around his hips and locked her ankles. It had only been one night, but it seemed like for ever since he’d been inside her. He began to pump and her body clutched at him, not wanting to lose him again.

‘Ooooh,’ she cooed.

The lengths to which he pushed her body were indescribable. He drew more out of her than any other man ever had, and her fascination with him wasn’t waning. What had been promised in lingering looks out in the woods had come to life.

If anything, it was growing more powerful.

Free. Wild. And ferocious.

He hitched her up higher against the wall and her fingers bit into his shoulders. Leaning forward, he latched onto her breast, lace and all. His tongue swept over her extended nipple, making it perk up ever tighter. Between the lace and his suckling, she could hardly stand it.

Her fingers dove into his hair and clutched at his scalp.

His mouth refused to let her go.

Elena fought the tide running through her. It was too soon. She was rushing too fast.

But there was nothing she could do as pleasure spiked inside her. Her moan filled the room and her head rolled against the wall.

When she opened her eyes, she found the wolf watching her. His grey eyes were lively and sparking. His thrusts became measured and deep. Lodged as he was inside her, he kept a steady caress against the nub of nerve endings at her core.

The nub that was about to shoot pleasure through her all over again.

Lunging off the wall, Elena kissed him fiercely. The impetus forced him to take a step back and support her weight on his own as he thrust up into her.

She wasn’t going alone this time. She wanted to take care of him. The need to protect was all-consuming.

Their mouths tangled and she worked her hand between their heaving bodies. When she cupped him, he jerked.

The thrust rammed into her, and she let out a cry.

They banged into the wall again as he reached past her to brace himself. His breaths were harsh in her ear as she caressed and petted him. In the end, all it took was a soft squeeze from her fingertips to send him over the precipice. His body gave in to hers, shuddering and spurting.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck as a second climax caught her. With a whimper, she let it sweep her along. This thing between them was only growing more potent. Like a drug, its hold was seductive and mind-bending.

It made her forget some things and overlook others.

Until all she saw was how good they were together.

She was dazed when she opened her eyes. Looking into his, she saw the same foggy glaze. The fact that the hold was mutual was the only reason she wasn’t panicking. It had them both in its grip.

After long moments, he lowered her until her feet were on the floor. Somehow his hands were fisted in her hair.

He combed it out, smoothing the tangles. ‘Cut your hair. Is the woman insane?’

Elena straightened her underclothes, which were now sticky and damp. ‘No, but I believe we qualify.’

One day. They’d gone one day without making love. How could it have built back up to such a fever pitch? They’d only just met each other, but their bodies couldn’t stand to be apart.

She stroked his chest. She couldn’t stop touching him. ‘Playing dress-up to playing doctor,’ she joked, half out of breath. ‘What are we going to play next?’

A muscle worked in his temple, but then he was gathering her up and lifting her into his arms. ‘House.’

She held on tight as they headed for the door.

Without discussing it, they fell into a routine.

Alex wanted Elena to move up to the main house, but she insisted on working down by the lake.

Once evening fell, though, she made her way to the manor.

There, they ate together and talked. They found entertainment in books, the in-home theatre, the pool, and the putting green.

Eventually, they always wound up in bed.

Alex was still guarded, but he was letting her closer.

Knowing even that tiny bit of his troubled background explained a lot.

He’d been betrayed so many times. Very few people earned his trust, yet she was seeing cracks in that steely exterior.

Flashes of humour. Moments of warmth. He was protective of her as they walked the trails and any sign of her scrimping drove him nuts.

Yet they still communicated best without words. The sex was hot, intimate and addictive. The more he touched her, the less Elena believed the stories about him.

Or his guilt.

She was trying not to let her personal feelings cloud the facts, but it was hard to understand how he could have fallen in with his grandfather. Her father could be charming, but Alex was smart.

Too smart to be lured into their scheme.

Yet he was driven unlike anyone she’d ever known. Hungry for power and control. Money could buy both.