Claiming His One-Night Child. Jackie Ashenden
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But he didn’t think she was going to move away. No, he’d seen something shift in that furious blue gaze of hers. She’d made a decision.
Anticipation coiled inside him, his breath catching yet again.
This woman was proving to be more and more intriguing with every second that passed and he couldn’t wait to see what she was going to do next, how she would answer this particular challenge.
He didn’t have anywhere to be or anything much to do beyond the usual round of PR work that he undertook on behalf of Enzo’s and his company, plus the running of the more pleasurable side of the business, the resorts and clubs he owned all over the globe.
Anyway, he was bound to a bed. He couldn’t go anywhere even if he wanted to. Luckily he didn’t want to.
His lovely captor stood there a moment, her breathing fast in the silence of the room. Then she lifted her hands and pushed the straps of her silky blue dress off her shoulders, allowing the fabric to slide slowly down her body before pooling at her feet.
She was naked underneath it apart from the scrap of white lace between her thighs.
Okay, that was a move he hadn’t anticipated her making. Not that he was complaining. Not in the slightest.
He’d seen a lot of beautiful women in his lifetime—more than he could count. But it wasn’t this woman’s physical beauty that felt like a punch to the gut, though she was indeed lovely: small, delicate and pale, her breasts the sweetest curves, her nipples pink and pretty.
No, it was the way she stood there with her chin lifted and her back straight, proud as a queen, her gaze full of challenge. As if she was daring him to break his bonds and come to her. Kneel at her feet. Worship her the way she was obviously used to being worshipped.
His pulse accelerated, the ache in his groin becoming acute. He almost jerked against the damn cuffs again, but managed to control himself at the last minute.
‘Is this a request?’ His voice was uneven even though he tried to mask it. ‘Because, if so, it’s a very persuasive one.’
She said nothing. Her hands went to her hips and very slowly she eased down the lacy underwear she wore then stepped out of it.
Dio, she was golden between her thighs too.
His mouth watered, his heartbeat hammering in his head.
What is it with you? It’s not like you to let yourself get all hot under the collar for a woman.
It really wasn’t. He didn’t care about much of anything these days, but he found he cared about this. He wanted her hands on him. He wanted her skin against his. He wanted to be inside her. Preferably right now.
It was concerning. He didn’t want to want anything at all.
He gritted his teeth, for the first time in a long while considering denying himself. Because he shouldn’t care if she didn’t touch him or kiss him, or get that delicious body on his. It shouldn’t matter to him in the slightest.
If it doesn’t matter, why are you even thinking of refusing her?
Dante had no answer to that.
He smiled, though for the first time in years it felt forced, more like a grimace than a smile. And he tried to make himself sound nonchalant. ‘Well, don’t just stand there, kitten. Come closer and let me see you.’
And perhaps she heard the strained note in his voice, because an expression that looked an awful lot like satisfaction flickered over her lovely face. Then she moved back over to the bed, clearly in no hurry at all, and looked at him very deliberately, the same way he’d looked at her. She was flushed now, the pink extending down her throat and over the pale curves of her breasts, and it deepened as her gaze dropped to where he was hard and ready and aching.
And stayed there.
Electricity crackled the length of his body.
What the hell was she doing to him? He didn’t let himself get like this, not with anyone.
‘I can get hard for any woman,’ he murmured lazily, trying to keep the hoarse note out of the words. ‘But it’ll take more than you being naked to get me off.’
She gave him a brief, scorching glance. ‘Who says I want to get you off? Maybe I just want to play with you.’
Sneaky kitten. So this was a power play, was it? She’d seen the general state he was in and thought she could take advantage, clearly.
Well, she could try. He might be finding it a tad more difficult to be his usual cool self, but when it came to bedroom power games he was the master. Even cuffed to the bed.
‘Obviously I’m not going to object to that.’ He let his voice get lower, become seductive. ‘But, if you want to play, you’d better know what you’re doing.’
‘Who’s to say that I don’t?’ She reached out and stroked lightly over the hard ridge just behind his fly.
More electricity crackled along his nerve-endings, the light brush of her fingertips maddening. Dante ignored the sensation. Instead, he gazed at her from beneath his lashes, letting the look in his eyes burn hot.
She was inexperienced—that kiss she’d given him had proved it well enough—and even though it wasn’t something he’d normally use to his advantage, given the circumstances, beggars couldn’t be choosers.
‘That kiss for a start.’ He let his gaze roam over her, blatantly sexual. ‘Best to know what you’re getting into, darling. I’m a lot for a little kitten to handle.’
A deep-blue spark glittered in her eyes as she stroked him yet again. ‘You’re very arrogant for a man tied to a bed.’
‘And you’re very confident for a virgin.’
The deep pink flush staining her skin became scarlet, gilt lashes sweeping down, veiling her gaze and hiding her expression. And he was conscious of a very particular kind of satisfaction spreading through him. Firstly, for guessing right and, secondly, for the fact that he was perhaps the first man she’d ever touched like this. The first man with whom she’d ever been naked.
He normally steered clear of virgins, as he wasn’t a man an innocent should get entangled with, but he couldn’t deny that for some reason he liked the thought of this particular woman being a virgin. He liked it very much.
A virgin with a gun. How...intriguing.
‘Don’t be embarrassed, darling,’ he said, watching her intently. ‘Even I was a virgin once.’ Though, thinking back, he honestly couldn’t remember how or when he’d lost it.
She didn’t say anything for a long moment. Then suddenly she lifted her head and moved to the bed, climbing on top of it and straddling him. The weight of her was slight, but the heat of her bare skin seeping through his clothes was astonishing.
His breath caught as the blatant sweetness of her perfume surrounded him, but underneath that was something light and fresh, combined with the musk of feminine arousal.
Pretty, pretty kitten.
She rose above him, the pressure of her body against his groin an agony, the sway of her lovely breasts making his mouth go dry. Her skin was glowing, a sheen of perspiration at her throat, the look in her eyes all fire and challenge.
There was not a hint of shyness in her, or at least none that she let him see.
‘I’m not embarrassed.’ She reached for the top button of his shirt. ‘Why would I be?’
Her naked heat had sharpened his hunger while her refusal to back down ignited something far hotter. Something he’d thought he’d killed long ago.
His determination to win.
He smiled, allowing some of his sexual hunger to show. ‘No reason at all.