A Little Harmless Military Romance Bundle (A Little Harmless Military Bundle) (35 page)

Damn, he loved the way she talked. She was a military brat who’d lived in five different countries, but that deep Georgia accent clung to every one of her words, drawing out his name. He could only imagine the way it would sound when she moaned.

Shaking his head, he tried to step away. At least he told his feet to move, but another part of his anatomy seemed to be controlling his actions.

She reached up and brushed her fingers over his jaw. He growled and she smiled.

“I’m not a little girl.”

“No, but you don’t know what goes on here or what a Dom will expect from you.”

She cocked her head, the silky strands of her chestnut hair sliding over her bare shoulder. “The question is, are you Dom enough to show me?”

He heard the defiance in her voice, and he knew what she wanted—what she thought she wanted. Settling a hand against the wall on either side of her head, he leaned even closer. Her breath caught, and he could see her pulse flutter in her neck.

“Is that a dare, Amanda? Because there is one thing you should never do and that is taunt a Dom.”

She looked down for a moment, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. His breath seemed to clog in his throat as he thought that maybe he had convinced her she was wrong. Part of him was happy, but a bigger part of him, the one that dreamed of her every night, thought of her every day, was crushed.

She slowly raised her gaze to his and one side of her mouth curved.

“Yeah, Mal, I think I am taunting you.” Her tongue darted out over her lips, and her eyes shone with challenge. “Whatcha gonna do about it?”

For a moment he stared at her, trying to convince himself again that she wasn’t for him. He knew that. Everyone knew that. She was too innocent for this. When she sighed and started to look down, he grabbed her chin.

“We do this, you have to agree to what I want or I walk away. I won’t force you, but if you’re going to try this out, I’ll help you.”

She nodded.

“Okay, let’s go.”

He grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the club and into the night. If he was going to have this one taste of heaven, he would make sure that what they did was private.

And he would walk away in the morning.

Chapter Seven

After a quick call to Addy to let her know that she was going home with Mal, Amanda allowed Mal to lead her to his car. Her body was throbbing when they got to her apartment. Every inch of her skin was sensitive to the touch. Even the flimsy outfit she’d worn felt constricting. She was still amazed that he’d risen to the challenge. She had hoped, prayed, that if she ever had the nerve, he would. There was still part of her that thought he just did it to get her out of the club. Now, though, she knew that he was attracted to her. If there was one thing she had learned from the horrible experiment of her marriage, it was never to second-guess anything. Life was too short to worry about regrets.

Amanda pulled her keys out of her purse, but Mal took them from her and unlocked the door, waiting for her to enter.

She looked at him. “I can unlock my own door.”

He said nothing, but waited patiently as she stepped over the threshold. She didn’t like the way he was looking at her. It was distant and…cold. It was as if she were with a totally different person than the Mal she had grown to love.

Whoa, back up, she ordered herself. She wasn’t in love with the man. Lust, that was okay, but love wasn’t something she could handle at the moment.

She needed something to be on even ground again. The feeling that he had all the control didn’t go over well with her.

“If you’re just dropping me off, I’m going to go back to the club. I don’t need someone telling me what to do.”

He flipped the deadbolt on the door and then turned around and looked at her.

“I think you’re done flaunting yourself at the club for the night.”

She did not like that tone. Okay, she did a bit. It lit a fire that roared over her. She always liked commanding men, but she had never experienced this. No man had ordered her around like this. There was still a small part of her that wanted to oppose it. She was a woman who knew her own worth, who was independent and didn’t need a man. But dammit, he had her body yearning to be touched with just that one touch.

“I don’t think I asked your opinion.”

His nostrils flared, and she felt herself shiver. Oh God, now
that
was sexy. He might look calm, but she could feel the power within him, shimmering just beneath the surface.

“You will learn to mind that tongue of yours, Amanda. You wanted this, and now you’re going to get a taste.”

She opened her mouth to disagree, but he held up his hand.

"Before you tell me how it's going to go, there are things you have to understand about tonight. When we start,
I
am in control. Of when you can talk, what you can do, and just how much I will spank that ass of yours for pulling a stunt like this."

Her nipples hardened further. Oh lord, that was sexy.

"If you can't give that to me, we better stop right now.”

He waited for her to answer, and she could feel the weight of his question. She knew he was asking for more. She had to understand what they were getting into, and Mal being the kind of guy he was, wanted to make sure she understood what was going on.

She nodded.

“We aren't going to go full force with the submission tonight, but I want to give you a taste of it, let you know exactly what you are getting into. You will not speak unless I ask a question or you give me your safe word. Do you have one?"

She shook her head.

"Well, pick one."

His words lashed out at her, and she didn't like that he was getting so pissed at her. But then there was something in those chocolate eyes of his that had her stopping. He was doing everything he could to control himself, and for a Dom, that had to be a problem. A pretty big problem.

"Flowers."

He nodded in understanding. "You use it if I push you too far, if I hurt you beyond what you can handle. Part of the pain will be…arousing. Every sub has their limits, though. Like I said, we will keep it light tonight, but I want the understanding between us from the start that I will stop if you say that word. I will never push you past that point. But understand that you shouldn't let it loose unless you are willing to stop." He stepped closer and cupped her face with his hand. She could smell him, the scent of the night lying heavily on his clothes, but there was something else there, something that she would recognize until the day she died. Deep, dark, musky. The natural scent of Mal made her stomach muscles quiver. It was as if she had caught the scent of his arousal and her body just took over.

He brushed his thumb over her mouth then slipped it between her lips. "Suck, baby."

She did as he directed, not closing her eyes. She knew without him ordering her that he wanted her to be looking at him.

"I can't wait to slip my cock between those pretty lips. You like that idea, don’tcha, Amanda."

She nodded as he pulled his hand away.

"I like those shoes you have on." He was talking as if they were having a regular conversation. He turned and walked to the kitchenette area. He grabbed a chair and dragged it back over to where she was standing. He turned it and straddled it backwards, leaning his chest against it.

"Take that shirt off for me."

Her fingers were shaking so badly, she wasn't sure if she could get the buttons undone. Drawing in a deep breath, she slipped each button free of the fabric then let the shirt fall to the ground.

Even in the dim light, she could see heat flare in his eyes. One side of his mouth curved. "Nice. I like that bra."

She didn't. Not now. The demi bra was all lace, and each time she moved, her nipples ached.

"What has you frowning, Amanda?"

She was embarrassed and didn't want to answer. It was insane that she was standing there half-dressed and had agreed to bed games with a freaking Seal, but she was mortified to tell him her nipples hurt.

"If you can't answer when I ask you a question, I can leave now."

That thought had panic settling in her chest.

"The lace, it rubs against my nipples."

"Ah," he said with a nod. He rose, then walked over to her. "I can see them peeking through the fabric."

Mal lifted his hand to rub his thumb over the tip. It sent a shaft of heat straight to her sex. Damn.

"Does that hurt,
chéri
?"

She drew in a shuddering breath. "A little. But..."

"Go on."

"It also feels good."

She felt her face heat at the admission, but he didn't laugh.

"Yeah, I can see that. And there will be more of that. There’s a thin line between pleasure and pain. We will skirt it, allowing the little lash of pain to increase your arousal."

She frowned, and he smiled as he brushed his mouth against hers. While he was kissing her, he pinched her nipple.

Damn.

"Yeah, you like that. So I think since it's bothering you, we will leave that bra on. Nipple clamps might be something we play with later. You might really respond to them.”

Then he turned and walked to the chair. When he straddled it this time, she could see his erection, and her eyes widened. He was definitely aroused...and well...big.

He chuckled, drawing her attention. She looked at his face. "Yeah, there is something I want to do more than take you back there and fuck you until you can't walk. But there is this part of me that enjoys this, that needs it on a level that is almost unexplainable. And watching your surrender is going to be the ultimate prize for my control."

Every word was threaded with the taste of his New Orleans' accent. It thickened the more aroused he got.

"Now, let's take off that skirt."

She reached behind her and unzipped it. He stopped her.

"Turn around. I want to see that ass when you bend over."

She did as ordered and sighed when she felt the cool air against her bare bottom.

"Nice," he said, and his voice deepened. "I love a woman who wears a thong. Of course, next time you wear that outfit around me, I'm going to expect you to be without any underwear. That makes it so much easier to touch you."

The thought had her heart thumping hard against her chest. Just how would he touch her? And, oh God, would he do it in public?

"Turn around."

She did and felt heat flare in her belly. His eyes were narrowed in concentration, and for once in her life, she felt as if she were the most important woman in the world.

"Come here."

She moved without thinking, stopping in front of him. He slid his hands to her hips, his thumbs moving against her stomach. Then he leaned forward and sniffed.

"Damn, you smell good. And you're beyond aroused. I bet you taste like heaven."

Again, her stomach muscles clenched. Her sex was wet, her panties dripping with the evidence of her arousal. He set the flat of his tongue against her belly. He licked her then started to nip and kiss her flesh. It wasn't especially arousing but for some reason, her body reacted more to that than anything else that had ever been done to her. It was like they had some kind of connection on another level. Which was silly, but when he dipped his tongue into her belly button, she groaned.

"Yeah, I like that sound," he said before giving her one last nip and pulling back. "I see it as my duty to get you to scream before the end of the night."

She had no doubt he would.

"Turn around."

She did, and she heard him sigh. It was the barest of sounds, but it feathered over her skin.

"I've been wondering what your ass looked like. God."

He took a cheek in each hand and squeezed, then slapped her lightly. Amanda felt the smack feather over her skin. Her pussy tightened.

"Yeah, you like that. That’s good because I like to give a sub a good spanking."

He gave her another slap before letting go.

"Now, take that thong off and give it to me."

She wasted no time pulling the small bit of fabric off and handing it to him. He captured her gaze as she pressed the panties in his hand.

"Damn, woman, soaking wet. I can imagine what that pussy is going to feel like while I fuck you." He rose, and now there was no way anyone could mistake his condition. He was beyond aroused, and for some reason, she felt her heart jump in anticipation. She wasn't a virgin, and while she hadn't been overly slutty, she had been with men. She had never been this turned on by her partner's arousal before.

"Yeah, you got me harder than a fucking spike. What I'm trying to decide right now is if I should let you suck me off first or not."

Her mouth went dry at the thought. She loved oral sex, especially giving it. She licked her lips.

Mal smiled as he noticed her interest in it. "Oh, so Amanda likes to have her mouth fucked?"