Seduction's Dance (McKingley Series) (5 page)

“Those two are a hoot. Leo and Deyon are a good match,” Shannon stated.

Dimitri studied the side of her face as she watched the competition. They were too, if only Shannon would release that damn control and let her passion have free rein.

* * * *

Dimitri kicked the side of the horse and galloped after Shannon. Her joyous laughter came as she raced away from him. Shannon slowed, waiting for him to catch up. Dimitri pulled alongside of her horse and they cantered toward the ridge that had become their usual last stop every time they rode. They had taken one of the trails from the ranch and headed up to this place. They branched off and explored the areas around the ranch but always ended up at the spectacular view. At the ridge they stopped, gazing out over the beautiful New Mexico landscape.

“Every time we come here it gets more beautiful.”

Dimitri glanced at Shannon who had spoken. She was facing forward, staring at the picturesque scenery.

“Shannon, instead of dinner at your house tomorrow, why don’t you come to my place?”

“I have plans for us tomorrow.” Shannon turned her head toward him.

This was the first time he’d heard about any plans different to their usual Saturday of dinner and movies at her place. Until this moment, he’d never asked Shannon to his house.

“Can’t whatever plans you have be done at my house?” Dimitri didn’t ask her what her plans were, knowing she wouldn’t tell him. If she wanted him to know she would have out right told him instead of making it vague.

Shannon seemed to be thinking then she nodded. “It can.”

A smile curled her lips. Dimitri didn’t recognize that particular one. Shannon returned her attention to the view.

* * * *

Dimitri waited impatiently for Shannon to arrive, pacing in his entryway. She’d insisted she would drive herself to his place. At the sound of a car pulling in front of his house, Dimitri went by the door before peeking out of the window. Seeing her jeep, he opened the door and waited for her. Shannon strode up the walkway, her gaze locked with his as she moved up the steps to stop right before him. Dimitri hugged her then kissed her. Opening to him, she returned his kiss. Her arms curved around him holding him tight. Shannon slowly released their kiss, watching him.

“Show me your place.”

Dimitri stepped back, holding her hand, then led her through his house. Shannon didn’t say anything as he took her to see the various rooms of his home, then after they returned to the living room, where Dimitri flipped on the TV and sat. Shannon stood in front of him then headed toward the entryway.

“I’ve gotta get something from my jeep.” She left before he could ask her what.

Shrugging, Dimitri settled back against the cushions of the couch. The sound of footsteps returning made him look up to see Shannon leaning against the doorjamb. Dimitri glanced down at the backpack she held in one hand then back to her.

“My overnight bag.” Shannon straightened then headed down the hall.

Dimitri stood and followed her. She turned into his bedroom and his heart started to race as what she’d said actually registered. Dimitri moved faster toward the room. He entered and a body pushed him back against the wall. Dimitri grunted staring at Shannon. She burrowed her head in his neck then licked up the column of his throat. Dimitri lifted his head, a groan emerging. Shannon rocked her hips to rub against his rapidly hardening cock.

“I want you, Dimitri.” She undulated against him.

Dimitri wanted them naked now. Shannon cupped his erection through his jeans and squeezed firmly, scattering his thoughts as she fondled him. Shannon released him then stepped back out of reach. Dimitri lowered his head, watching her. She reached for the bottom of her T-shirt.

“No,” he stated firmly striding to her and removing her hand.

He gripped the hem himself. For a moment, Dimitri observed this woman who had figuratively knocked him off him his feet. He lifted her shirt, growling as he viewed her full bosom for the first time. He held her loosely then lowered his face, burying it between the plump breasts. Inhaling deeply, Dimitri kissed the satiny flesh then licked. Shannon’s wanton moan echoed above him and he felt the vibration from her chest. Lifting her, he then carried her to his bed.

Chapter Four

Shannon wriggled in his arms and he held her tighter. Lord, she’d been waiting for this. Somehow, now, it just seemed so right. She liked being with him. A lot. He wasn’t possessive or demanding. And he respected her as a cop, which was extremely important to her. Another plus was that he was very loyal to his family, and it didn’t hurt that James got along with him.

Dimitri sucked her nipple in his mouth and she forgot everything except for how he made her feel. She arched her back, a moan slipping free as he continued to draw on the turgid tip. It didn’t matter—to her it was almost as if they were skin on skin. Almost.

He removed her shirt and progressed to her other breast, brushing another teasing kiss over the exposed flesh. She wanted more. A quick flick of his fingers and her bra was unhooked. Staring into her eyes, he slowly dragged the strap from her shoulder down. Then he did the other one. Rising up, he removed the garment from her body.

“Beautiful,” he muttered as his gaze touched her. “Simply beautiful.”

She felt it. He watched her with such lust and desire all she could do was lie there and absorb it. Dimitri reached out and trailed a solitary finger down her sternum then over her breasts, circling them one at a time then moving up over her peaked nipples.

Her breaths became ragged and she bowed beneath his touch. Fire coursed through her veins and she wanted the experience to end, the burn was almost too much. And yet, at the same time, she wanted it to build even more.

Sure, she’d had sex before but hell, not a single man had ever come close to making her feel like this. And hell, she was half-dressed—him, completely. She clenched her fingers around the cool bedspread.

Holding her gaze, he lowered his head and lapped across one nipple. She gasped and whimpered. Another whimper followed a flick of his tongue. And another. She bit her lower lip and tried to keep quiet as waves of pleasure crashed over her.

“So responsive,” he murmured, moving to the other breast and repeating his actions.

He moved his hands to her jeans and unbuttoned them. The sound of her zipper lowering was so loud it almost echoed in her ears. She kept her attention on the man before her. His expression was so intent, overflowing with hunger.

She lifted her hips slightly, assisting in the removal of her pants. He left the bed and pulled them off the rest of the way, dumping them on the floor. Now all she wore was a pair of high cut bikini panties—red plaid. His gaze burned as he stared at them then refocused on her.

“Never figured you for a plaid woman,” he commented.

He hooked his fingers along the sides and she tensed at the touch of his skin there. Her belly clenched a few times, but he didn’t move, just sat there and watched her. His handsome face was set in stone and she focused on his chest, which rose and fell with the rapid breaths he took.

“Never figured you for a man who seemed indecisive.”

She wanted him to do something. To not sit there and stare at her. To touch, caress, lick, lave and bite. Something.
Anything.

“So many options of what to do first,” he said.

He moved one hand, trailing his fingers along the front of her panties then down to between her widespread thighs. She shuddered as he caressed the damp material, only to cry out when he slipped one under the edge and sank it between her lips.

“Yes. I think I made the right decision.”

She arched her back, drawing him in closer. In and out, he moved his finger. Words escaped her and the control she was used to always having and maintaining in the bedroom had rapidly flown away.

Another finger joined the first and he growled low in his throat. “So tight and wet. Jesus, Shannon.”

He withdrew and her panties were gone in mere seconds. Before she could speak, he ripped off his clothing and she found herself staring at a very naked, very aroused Dimitri Wright. He was fully erect and she licked her lips in anticipation. She wanted him. Wanted him deep inside her, stretching her. Filling her.

She shifted on the bed and watched him move toward her. Her pussy grew wetter and her nipples tightened to the point of being almost painful. He crawled up over her and pressed his weight into her as he joined their mouths for a kiss. His hard length rubbed along her slit and she instinctively tried to guide it in, though he didn’t allow her much moving room.

He swept his tongue through her mouth as he ground against her. Planting her feet on the mattress, she lifted her hips. His cock slid along her wetness, gliding back and forth with his motions. She was damn near panting to have him inside her.

Tearing free from the kiss, she stared into his eyes. “Inside.”

He reached past her head to the bedside table and opened a drawer. He drew out a condom and she was grateful for his caution yet unsure about why his having them there made a small voice in the back of her mind growl in jealousy.

It didn’t take him long to open the foil packet and sheath his cock. She held her breath when he repositioned the head at her entrance.

He didn’t slam into her. No, he slid in inch by inch. Her body trembled and she almost came just from him entering her. He stretched her and she moaned. A sound he echoed.

“Christ,” he muttered. “You feel so damn good, Shannon. So damn good.”

So did he. Dimitri positioned his hands on either side of her head and began to move. Back and forth, he stroked within her. She met him thrust for thrust and angled her hips to take him as deep as she could.

She dug her nails into his shoulders as he powered into her.

“More,” she panted, needing the release that danced tantalizingly out of reach.

He listened. Faster, he drove into her and she kept up, asking for more with her garbled words and moans.

His head was by hers and she could hear his grunting. There was nothing soft and loving about this. It was primal. Raw. Precisely what she’d needed. What she craved more of. And, thankfully, what he was delivering to her.

“Uh, uh, uh.” Her voice pitched higher and higher with each mewl she released. Eyes closed, she crested and clenched around him.

Dimitri swore gutturally and shuddered. Four more deep penetrating thrusts then she felt his cock pulse as he came. His body stiffened and a roar escaped his throat before he collapsed upon her.

They remained like that, intimately connected, limbs entangled until their heart rates slowed and breathing calmed. She pressed a gentle kiss along his clavicle and he returned the favor along the side of her neck where his face then stayed buried. Her fingers moved with a beat of their own as she drew idyllic patterns along his back.

He rose up and stared at her. Lowering his mouth, he brushed their lips together and began to move off her. She fought her instant reaction of tightening her legs and arms to keep him there as her own personal blanket. Instead, she allowed her arms to fall to the side as he climbed off.

Exhausted limbs didn’t allow for much more movement than her rolling slightly to her side and watching him as he walked to the bathroom then returned moments later to rejoin her on the bed. This time, he tugged a corner of the coverlet over them and held her tight. His heartbeat in her ear soothed and relaxed her even more.

“You okay?” he whispered after they’d cuddled for a while.

“Mmm.”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he commented in a remarkably smug voice.

She shut her eyes and snuggled closer still. For once in her life, she would take advantage of a man holding her. There was no panic telling her to get out, or get him out. Over these weeks with Dimitri, she’d grown to enjoy his touch and she was in no rush for it to end.

* * * *

It was dark out—maybe around six or seven in the evening—by the time she stretched and yawned. Sitting up in bed, she clutched the sheet to her chest and worked through where she was and how she’d ended up there.
Dimitri
. She smiled at the memory and sighed. She reached for the bedside light and turned it on.

This was the first time she’d been to his house and now she took the opportunity to enjoy his bedroom. From the lamplight, she took in the dark, masculine colors, both for furniture as well as bedding. The major thing she noticed was it wasn’t clean. She wouldn’t put it as a pigsty, but it was far from orderly. Luckily, her clothes rested on a chair near the bed and she grabbed them then dashed into the bathroom.

After a quick shower, she dressed and left his room. She made her way to the living room where more lights were on. Still, no Dimitri.

“Are you hungry?”

His voice poured like dark velvet from the shadows and wrapped around her. She glanced over her shoulder to find him leaning against a wall. Hell, she’d not even seen him when she walked in.

“I could eat.”

He flashed a grin, which turned her knees to mush. “So could I.” Smoothly, he pushed from the wall and approached.

Good heavens, he moved like a man with a purpose. Powerful. Magnetic. She couldn’t tear her eyes away. Her body thundered out its desire, as if he’d not sated her a short bit ago.

“So, are you telling me I have to cook something for you?”

Another heart-stopping smile. “Not at all. It’s all ready, just waiting for you. Steaks and beer on the back deck.”

Her stomach growled at the thought. “Sounds like my kind of meal.”

He snagged her around the waist and drew her close. Nose to nose, he winked. “Personally, I’m anxious for some dessert.”

She kissed him until he rumbled low in his chest and lifted her clear off the ground. Hooking her legs around his waist, she ended the kiss.

“Food first.”

“Fine.” He placed her back on her feet and popped her on the ass. She jumped then allowed him to take her hand as they went out the back door to the well-lit porch. The rich smells of cooking steak made her mouth water.