Addicted to You (29 page)

“Would you like it if I put it on?”

“What?” Rill asked stupidly.

“The costume I mentioned. The one I don’t wear in public. I could show you the routine I learned in my last class. It’ll only take me a minute to change.”

“Katie—”

She took another step, close enough that Rill became hyperaware of the short distance between the tips of her breasts covered in the scanty little top and his rib cage.

“Do you want to know something, Rill?” she asked quietly. “You are far, far too uptight about sex. I have to admit, I’m stunned about it. Could this be the same man who had Citizens for Morality picketing his last film in five states?”

His nostrils flared and he caught her scent: flowers and sweet sweat and just a hint of something Rill immediately identified with sex. Or his cock did.

“I’m not uptight. I’m trying to rein myself in. There’s a difference.”

A curious expression crossed her beautiful, flushed face. “So if I were someone else, someone different from your friend, you wouldn’t be so uptight?”

“If you were someone else, I wouldn’t feel the need to be.”

She blinked, and he realized too late how harsh he’d sounded. She licked her lower lip in an anxious gesture. He resisted an urge to pick her up and ravish her on top of the kitchen counter.

“But you like sex . . . right?” she asked.

“Sometimes, I think, too much.”

Her brow crinkled. “But you never seemed to have a . . . a . . . problem with it. You were never a typical Hollywood player, screwing around and getting caught and blaming everything on a sex addiction. You were always so faithful to Eden.” Her cheeks flushed a shade deeper of pink, and Rill wondered what she was thinking. “That’s what it’s about, isn’t it, Rill? You’re fighting against wanting to have sex with me because you were so happy with Eden?”

He couldn’t stand to see that flash of uncertainty in her eyes. If there was one person on this planet who never should doubt herself, it was Katie Hughes. “This hasn’t got anything to do with Eden,” he said firmly. “It’s got everything to do with you. And me.”

For a few seconds, she didn’t speak, just looked up at him with pink lips parted. Her springtime eyes became lambent. “So let me dance for you, then. There’s no one here but us. And you told me we couldn’t stop it, now that it’s started.”

“You do like to play with fire, Katie.”

Her radiant smile made something lurch in his chest. She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the living room, the bells on her ankle tinkling rapidly. She pushed him down on the sofa and turned up the music.

“I’ll be right back,” she told him, sounding like she was barely repressing her excitement.

“Katie,” he called before she could scurry out of the room. She froze and glanced back.

“Hurry up,” he said quietly. She smiled.

He sat there alone listening to Middle Eastern music and getting more aroused by the second. In order to try to bring himself under control, he detailed in his mind all the work he’d done around the house that day: fixing and varnishing the seat for the tree swing in the backyard, cutting back an overgrown bush that was obscuring a window, reattaching fallen gutters, mending the porch posts—

Where the hell was Katie?

He got up and stoked the failing fire in the hearth. That didn’t help distract him, either. He kept pausing, tilting his ear, hyperalert for the sound of Katie’s footfalls on the stairs. He finally returned to his seat on the couch.

Had he ever been this anticipatory for a woman? It’d turned him on more than he’d expected to see her in that skimpy costume. He smiled. Damn little gypsy, turning him inside out every chance she got.

What was she doing up in that bedroom, sewing a damn costume from scratch?

She came down the stairs so quietly that he wasn’t aware she was close until he heard the muted ring of the tiny bells. He glanced over toward the entryway, expecting her to charge into the room in her typical fashion. Instead, he saw an extended leg through sheer, light green fabric. His gaze ran greedily over a taut calf and a shapely thigh. He craned his head, looking for the rest of her around the entryway. When she didn’t spring into the room, he called her name.

She pirouetted into the room, a vision of graceful long limbs, green veils and shining gold. She knelt before him, her eyes downcast. He stared at her, stunned by her beauty and her very un-Katie-like pose.

She glanced up timidly, and he caught the glint of humor and heat in her gaze. She’d lined her eyes artfully in black kohl and the lids shimmered with a golden-green shade. The effect was striking. She wore a gold collar, and some kind of ornament had been woven through her hair. It looked like golden coins. They shimmered next to the equally shiny tendrils of her hair. Beneath layers of wispy green veils, he saw the teasing hint of more gold.

“If it would please you, then your slave-girl will dance for you, Master,” she whispered breathily.

He chuckled softly.
This
, he liked. “Oh, it would please me.”

She smiled before she assumed her sober, slave-girl act.

And
what
an act, Rill thought in growing wonder as she rose and began to move in a subtle dance to the music. She was typically such a whirlwind; it mesmerized him to the core to watch her move with such fluid control. At first, he could only glimpse her limbs and rolling hips through the veils. It surprised him how arousing it was, to catch only a hint of a shapely calf and dainty, pointed foot or the tight, circular motions of round hips. She seduced him with her eyes as much as her gliding body, watching him with shining orbs of light green over the edge of a sheer veil. Rill had never been made love to by a woman’s eyes before that moment.

The tempo of the music increased. The beat throbbed in his ears and blood pounded into his cock, and he couldn’t move . . . he couldn’t blink, he was so greedy for the vision that spun and danced before him.

The veil she twirled around her torso artfully slithered to the floor and somehow the one draped around her upper body was in her hands. He sat up straighter when he caught a glimpse of her smooth belly. The curves of her hips made his palms itch to touch her, and the way she moved them . . . sometimes slow and beguiling, like she was drawing some kind of invisible circles with her pussy, and increasingly as the music grew more frantic, with tight, precise little gyrations that had Rill sweating uncontrollably.

The second veil she flung away with a wilder, hedonistic gesture, and she danced before him with her torso nearly naked with the exception of a tiny, metallic gold bikini top with little chains that hung in a swaying fringe at the bottom. Her control continued to amaze him as she moved supplely to the music, faster now, beginning to look precisely like the whirlwind he accused her of being, albeit a tightly coiled, controlled one. The metal fringe beneath her full, plump breasts shimmied and shivered as she moved. The bells on her ankle tinkled in rhythm with the music . . .

. . . and if he couldn’t put his hands on her luscious, gyrating hips or bury his face in the erotic expanse of her belly very, very soon, he was going to go mad.

The music built to a crescendo. Perhaps she saw the manic gleam in his eyes because she pulled on a fastener as she spun and the skirt she wore fell around her ankles. Beneath it she wore a tiny gold metallic thong. She spun, her arms outstretched, her long hair flying around her hips. Rill was the one who grew dizzy, though . . . dazed with lust and need.

He called her name sharply.

The pulchritudinous whirlwind before him suddenly halted as the last note of music sounded. She fell before him on her knees, her head bent. For a moment he just stared at the erotic image she made, her long hair falling before her, leaving her nearly naked back bare, her ribs expanding and contracting as she tried to catch her breath.

“Katie,” he said.

She didn’t move from her subservient pose, but she looked up slowly.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Her eyebrows went up quickly in an amused expression, but she didn’t smile. “I’m glad that I pleased you,” she said soberly. “How may I please you next? Your wish is my command.”

It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her to stop her foolishness. She really was playing with fire. He didn’t want to demean the gift she gave him, though—such a priceless gift. His cock throbbed uncomfortably in his jeans, though, refusing to be silenced. He lowered his hand to his crotch and saw Katie follow his action with her eyes.

“It seems this is the master of me, at the moment,” he spoke quietly. “So I suppose it’s the master of both of us.”

She glanced up at his face, her eyes shining with excitement. Her head bent once again. “Would you like me to remove your boots?”

“Yes,” he replied. He watched her as she unlaced his hiking boots and pulled them off. Afterward, she removed his socks. He shivered at the sensation of her lightly touching his heels with her fingertips.

“Stand up, Katie,” he said when she’d finished.

He knew she was playing a part when she came to her feet gracefully and her head remained lowered, but she was still playing
him
perfectly. It would have never occurred to him that she’d take to the role of a submissive so perfectly.

“Turn around,” he said gruffly. “Stand still, so I can look at you.”

She followed his command without pause. Her hair was still mostly in front of her shoulders, but a few curling tendrils were falling down back and tickled the tops of her buttocks. Her ass was a sweet, plump, edible confection. Her legs were long for her height and perfectly proportioned. He stood behind her and removed his jeans and underwear, then, pausing to remove a condom from his wallet, sat back down on the couch.

“Now face me again,” he murmured.

Her gaze immediately dropped to his lap. He couldn’t help but smile.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked quietly.

She nodded, causing the gold coins in her hair to clink subtly.

“Yes. I want to please you, Master.”

“Then get one of your veils and bring it to me.”

“Yes, Master.”

Maybe it was his imagination, but he no longer sensed the laughter in her gaze. She suddenly seemed as solemn and earnest as the part she’d been playing. She was a magician, he swore.

“Turn around,” he murmured when she brought him a pale green veil. He twisted the fluid fabric in his hands, liking the sensual feel of it on his knuckles, his gaze glued to Katie’s ass. “Now move all of your hair behind your shoulders and place your wrists at the small of your back.”

When she’d done as he asked, he tied her wrists together with the twisted fabric.

“Now turn around and get on your knees,” he whispered gruffly. He parted his thighs and she moved between them. With her hair no longer covering her like a silken veil, her breasts were exposed. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of them—firm, curving flesh and capped with nipples that had already stiffened in arousal. He lowered his hands and cradled both breasts softly, wondering at the silkiness of her skin and the responsiveness of her nipples. His erection jerked in arousal, thumping against the hem of his shirt. He glanced up at Katie’s face and saw she stared at his cock. He fisted it and began to stroke himself slowly.

“Look at me, Katie,” he said. Her gaze flickered up to meet his. “You have a gorgeous body and a beautiful face, but do you want to know what had me about ready to explode in my jeans while I watched you dance?”

She shook her head once.

“Your eyes.”

A smile flickered across her lips.

“I want you to suck on me, but I want to see your eyes.”

She nodded. He held his cock at an angle where she could lean down and he could still see her eyes. She watched him as she slid the tip into her mouth and he was surrounded by her humid heat. Her lips held him in a viselike grip. Their gazes held as she laved him with her tongue, applying a stiff pressure with the tip at the slit.

He winced in pleasure.

He put his hand on the back of her head and eased her down over the rim onto the staff. Her eyes glistened like fire-lit jewels as she looked up at him. It was a wickedly potent combination, to feel her polishing the sweet spot beneath the head of his dick with a stiffened tongue and see her staring up at him with so much trust.

He didn’t deserve her trust. But he was so greedy, seeing the evidence of it aroused him exponentially anyway.

So did this little game she was playing about master and slave-girl. Given his past, Rill didn’t typically encourage sex play that might bring out what he considered to be the worst in him.

Her tongue teased his cock like a flicking hummingbird and then gave him a deep massage on his sweet spot. All thoughts about what was the “worst” in him were forgotten. He was just a man who had been exposed to the elemental feminine flame.

His fingers tightened in her golden hair.

“Suck it good and hard. Ahhh.” He grimaced when she immediately did what he asked. Her cheeks hollowed out as she inhaled him deeper. It felt like a damp, warm, gentle vacuum tugging at his cock. He instinctively twitched his hand on her head and she slid him farther into her mouth, then out an inch and down again.

It was sublime. His head fell back on the couch cushion for a few seconds, but he found he couldn’t stop looking at her. She continued to bounce her head up and down, midstaff on his cock, moving only an inch or so. He was stunned at the way she kept him in such a tight vacuum as she moved.

“I’m going to spank your ass pink for knowing how to suck cock the way you do,” he said as he watched her. “And then I’m going to thank you for it in ways you’ll never forget.”

He smiled when he saw her eyes widen. He pushed down on her head and she took another inch of his cock, her strong suction making him grimace in pleasure.

“Aw, Katie. You kill me,” he whispered, but he meant the opposite. He felt as if her dance, and her eyes, and her sweet mouth—everything about her—was bringing him back to the world of the living. He watched her through narrowed eyelids as she sucked him deeper and her head began to bob exuberantly over his lap. Her lips butted against his hand where he fisted the base of his cock. He was overwhelmed with a need to let her take him to paradise again like she had in the woods yesterday.