Take Me (23 page)

The kiss went on and on growing wetter and hotter by the minute. They ate at each other. He kissed her as if she was a lifeline he needed, as if he wanted to do it forever. The heat of his hands holding her never dipped down to cup her bottom or reached up to caress her breasts. He simply held her and kissed her.

That alone made Felicity’s feelings for him blossom like a flower in the sun. He’d promised her she was his now, she’d agreed, and that meant he was hers. She had Dominic Blackmoore. They could finally be together.

He chose me!

He ended the kiss slowly with less heated kisses until he gave her one last lip bite, and then finally he just pressed his lips to hers and breathed unevenly.

Her eyes opened, met his, and a slow smile curled over her lips.

“I think this is a great way to say hello.”

“I had to see you.” His eyes bared his soul to her and she gulped. He truly wanted her. This wasn’t pretend; this was real.

“Let me clean you up,” she said.

Nodding, he let her go but seemed hesitant to do so. As her toes touched the ground, she reached up one more time to snatch his head in her hands, and brought his mouth down for a kiss. Feeling happy and a little giddy, she couldn’t stop smiling as she pressed kisses along his jaw, cheeks, and nose.

His voice was rough as he said, “I’m trying to be a gentleman and not take you right now, but you’re making that much more difficult than it should be, Felicity.”

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM,
banged her heart at his words.

“Okay.” She gave him a little, sweet smile then tugged him into the kitchen. “Take a seat. I’ll get you cleaned up then you can tell me all about why you’re covered in blood and smell like a
were
.”

He pulled out one of her chairs, gave it a scowl, and then sat down in it. Felicity froze as she heard an ominous creak, but it was too late. She could do nothing to stop it.

The wood splintered. With a snapping-crack the chair caved in sending Dominic sprawling across her kitchen floor.

Felicity stared, stunned. Dominic Blackmoore, covered in blood, wearing an expensive but torn suit, was slumped on his ass on her kitchen floor in a pile of broken wood.

His lips parted, his eyes glared at the floor, and his hands were held up in the air as if asking
how did I get here
?

The first giggle came. Quickly followed by another.

His eyes slowly came up, heated and sexy as hell, his lips pressed into a thin line.

She sucked in a wheezing breath as her sides pinched. But she couldn’t hold it in. She burst out laughing, tears filling her eyes as she leaned against the wall for support.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. That is...the...funniest thing...” she sucked in a sharp breath then rushed out, “
I’ve ever seen in my life
!”

Dominic slowly stood. His foot caught on some wood and he jerked almost falling again. That sent Felicity into more fits of laughter.

She saw him coming but didn’t care. “Oh god! Oh god! My sides hurt!” She hunched over to try to suck in some much needed air and realized he stood directly in front of her. The fine polish of his shoes caught her eye and slowly she stood up, her giggles slowing.

She caught his stormy expression as her laughter died out. Her body sent a wave of longing through her. Something about his dark looks only made her want him, it seemed. She wanted to make him feel better...in any possible way.

“You dare to laugh at me because of your...your cheap furniture?” he growled in a lethal voice, one meant to intimidate her.

Felicity kept her lips from twitching, then she looked at his lips pulled flat and couldn’t keep from acting. The need, the longing for him was too much. She felt as if she’d been waiting all her life for this man, and maybe she had been. Maybe that’s why no one else had ever kept her attention for long.

Felicity stepped into him. His eyes flickered with something and she couldn’t stop her heavy breathing, or her eyes from dropping to half-mast.

“Dom...”

His eyes answered her need by turning heavy with
the look
. He cupped her waist. “Felicity,” it sounded like a warning.

To hell with caution. She wanted this man, and he’d chosen her.

 Felicity flattened her hands on his chest and slowly opened one of the little buttons of his shirt. His chest rose sharply, hand tightened around her waist.

“Felicity—”

“Shush,” she whispered.

Her eyes caught dark bronzed skin at his throat, the dark mixture of hair on his chest pulled her nipples taut. She wanted to bare her breasts and rub them across his hard chest, feel his hair chafing her tender nipples.

She opened the next button, then the next.
Two, three, four.

At five she could see the definition of his pectoral muscles. She could no longer control her heavy breathing. It was ragged. She didn’t even care.

Six, seven...

A tight hard stomach came into view, hard with definition and dusted in a light spattering of black hair that started at his belly button then went further into his pants.

Eight, nine...

She tugged the rest of his shirt out of his pants and opened the last button free. She spread the material open and when it caught on his shoulders with the heavy weight of his suit jacket holding it down she pushed sending both fluttering to the ground.

Her breath caught. His chest rose and fell in jagged motions.

He was golden brown, beautiful and hard. So very male. She melted, pressing a kiss to his chest. The ache inside her turned into an all-out hungry need, one that wouldn’t leave until she learned everything about him.

Her hands went around his back to squeeze the hard muscles at his lower back. She trailed her hands up the straight sides feeling the heat of him. The soft skin, the heat and strength of his muscles.

He fisted the material of her shirt at her lower back as if searching for control.

She kissed her way across his chest, to each of the dark brown circles of his nipples. She nuzzled one with her nose, breathed in his masculine scent before she kissed her way up to his collarbone. His neck arched to give her room.

Hands wandering, cupping and feeling hard, hot flesh, she licked at his throat, pressed open-mouthed kisses there before she headed down...down...down.

Her shirt bunched as he refused to let go of it. The material gathered around her neck as she slowly kissed her way down his chest. With a quick move, she ducked out of the shirt and he tossed it away. Spots of blood covered his chest in ragged lines that were already starting to heal.

The scent of his blood beckoned her like a curling finger. She was lost to it. The longest of the cut was at his waist near his hip. It went around his side and up about a foot long in a jagged line. She reached it and his hands threaded through her hair, held on.

“Felicity,” he said, sounding pained.

Needed flooded between her legs. She was so wet for him. So ready to feel him inside her for the first time.

She kissed the gnarled cut that had stopped bleeding, and darted out her tongue to lick it.

The scent of his arousal surrounded her. His low groan tickled her ears. She licked the entire cut, every little inch of it, licking up his dried delicious blood and helping to heal it. His taste flooded her senses. As she reached the bottom of it near his hipbone, she became sidetracked with the hard bone there. Her hands ran up his hard side then down around his back to cup his backside. He growled as his hips arched into her so near her face. She kissed the bone, her tongue sliding around it and he hissed.

The button and his zipper proved easy to undo. As his pants sagged to his thighs, Felicity kissed her way across his tight stomach to his other hipbone, entranced by the hard V formed from the muscle that split his hips. His body jerked and shuddered at her touch. He wore black boxer briefs that sat low on his hips and stopped just at the tops of his legs. They weren’t cotton but something softer.

His erect cock strained against the fabric hard and ready for her. Felicity tucked her fingers beneath the fabric then gently peeled it down his strong, muscular legs.

“Felicity...” he growled as his cock sprung free.

She had to take a deep breath to slow herself down. She wanted to take him in her hand feel him all at once, find out how hard and soft he was, how hot. She wanted to taste every inch of him, to feel him slide inside her slippery wet sex, but first she had to calm down. She wanted to savor this, to savor him, and these first moments together.

“Shush,” she said, an order.

His hands clenched in her hair as she kissed his upper thighs. Her hands rounded his tight backside and squeezed before moving to learn the hard muscles of his thighs. She felt the light dusting of hair beneath her palms. The tickling sensation made her smile.

“Let me take you. Let me inside you.”

Felicity’s body clenched at the idea.
Soon
, she thought. “Not yet, honey.”

She couldn’t wait anymore. His cock hung heavy and long by her mouth so she ran her soft cheek against it. Blazing heat scalded her. His thighs trembled and then locked beneath her hands.

She kissed the tip of him, licked off the creamy wetness as her hand curled around him. She couldn’t close her fingers around him. He filled her hand like a hard bat. He was so hot and heavy. She licked around him, wetting him with her mouth and lips as her hand gripped him. Then she started to tug.

“Christ! What are you doing to me?” he said, his voice a hoarse shout.

He
actually
shouted.

He’d told her it’d been a ridiculously long time since he’d been with a woman and suddenly Felicity wanted to give him every ounce of desire she could. What a shame that this beautiful male had no woman to worship him for so long. Felicity wanted to bring him to climax just with her mouth, then settle him down and bring him back against with her hand until she could ride him and take them both to paradise.

“Dom,” she whispered. Her eyes closed as she sucked him deep, as deep as she could.

She pumped him in her fist. Her other hand, curious, dipped under him to fill her palm with the tight male flesh of his sac.

Cursing and murmuring, half-Turkish, half-English words caressed her ears. His hands loosened in her hair to become almost gentle as his hips started rocking, pumping his shaft in and out of her mouth.

“Isa seni çok iyi hissediyorum. Bana ne yapıyorsun?”

He was hard in her mouth but soft as velvet and hot as flame. His taste was masculine decadence, the sound of his breathing the most beautiful in the world, and his own body’s natural movements nearly made her come without so much as a touch from him.

She needed to feel him spill in her mouth, needed to learn what he tasted like. So she moved faster. His breath caught and grew so ragged it whipped the air as his great chest heaved.

“Felicity! Let me inside you woman, please!”

She wanted him inside her too but not right now. Right now she wanted his seed on her tongue.

His begging made her moan around his length as she worked his wet cock with hand and mouth. She sucked and lapped, moving her lips around him and pumping his stiff cock.

She felt it when he came. His thighs tightened until the muscles bulged. His hips thrust faster working his cock in and out in a rapid rhythm. His breaths saw the air. This his hands clenched in her hair, grip biting as he held her to him. His cock jerked as it came, twitched. The sac beneath her palm pulsed. And then he shot, coming in long bursts against her tongue.

Hoarse, satisfied shouts filled the room. She caught her name in amidst colorful curses as he came and came. She swallowed him down then slowly eased his cock out of her mouth.

She kissed his shaft as it sagged a bit, ran her hands across his thighs and up his hips as she slowly started to stand and kiss her way back up his body. Still, she didn’t look him in the eyes. She hadn’t this whole time.

As she finally reached his pectorals and his arms sealed around her naked waist, she looked up into his eyes and found something completely staggering.

His eyes were filled with
the look
, but the look was so raw and unsheltered that it made her heart skip a beat. This was passion incarnate and she was caught up in it.

He lifted her in his arms, then kicked off the rest of his pants and strode down the hallway to her bedroom. He dropped her onto the mattress. When he followed her down, naked and golden, and hard again she moaned.

Yes, this would finally be it. Finally, she would know him in the most intimate way a woman could know a man.

His mouth tasted the sweat at her neck. His hands covered her breasts. He worked his way down her chest much faster than she’d done him, for which she sent a little prayer of thanks out to the world. She needed his touch, all he’d have to do is press his finger against her clitoris and she’d come apart, she knew it.

He seemed to know it because he took his time unbuttoning her jeans and working them down her thighs. Everywhere he revealed skin he kissed. From her hipbones to her outer thighs, to her inner thighs. Then finally, the jeans and underwear were down her legs. He pressed a kiss to her ankle, and with her leg lifted in the air, he looked down at her with eyes glowing. Her eyes matched his with need.

“I’ll be patient next time. Right now, I need to taste you.” Low and hoarse, his deep pitched voice sent a wave of pleasure over her.

“Yes,” was all she could say.

Then his hands ran up and down her thighs from knee to the inner cusp of her leg just grazing her slick center.

He had to be able to smell her, had to see how wet touching him had made her. He didn’t seem to care at all; he looked positively enthralled as he crawled up between her legs. He blew a stream of air across her wet folds and she hissed, her back arching off the bed, and hands curling into the messy bed sheets.

 He nipped her inner thigh then rasped, “I’m going to touch you and make you come, and after you settle down I’m going to lick you until you do it again.”