Take Me Now (Take Me Series) (7 page)

Panic raced through Sari. She was splayed open and
vulnerable. She felt her pulse quicken. What had she done? She’d invited this
man to take liberties with her
–
liberties that should have been forbidden to a stranger.
 
She tried to slow the rapid beat of her
heart, but when the image of Brady surfaced, she took him by the hand and swam
into the current. Warm air skated over her thigh. Soft fingers touch the heated
flesh through her panties. He had to know that she was hot, wet and ready to be
filled with him.

Unexpectedly, she felt the hard jerk of her panties being
ripped free of her, and let go a sharp cry. Surprised by her outburst, she bit
her lip and held her breath. The anticipation was killing her. If he worked his
tongue over her clit as he had the rest of her, he was going to send her
through the roof.

Brady traced a circle over her clitoris with his finger and
was pleased with the tremor that it incited. He enjoyed watching the way that
she responded to him. As much as her words denied him, her body betrayed her.

Parting her moist lips, he slid his finger between
them.
 
She was hot and seething with
liquid as she had been in the shower. He inserted a second finger, plunging
deep, while his thumb worked her clitoris. Her muscles contorted, clamping and
releasing.
 
Her chest rose and fell. Her
lips quivered and he knew that she was stifling a cry.

Sari hated him. He was making her body respond in ways that
she hadn’t wanted him to, in ways that no other man had arousal in her.
 
He was bringing her to orgasm and she could
do nothing to stop it.

Brady removed his finger just as she was about to peak.

“Curse you!” she screamed.

He smiled down at her.
 
Her body was still quaking from the aftermath and he was only beginning
to play the game.

Sari kicked at Brady’s back with her heel.
 
“How could you?”

Brady let go of her ankles, lifted his head and stared up
at her.
 
She was hotter than a
firecracker. Her cheeks were rosy and her bottom lip was red and swollen where
she’d been nipping it. Her hips squirmed and the air exploded from her lungs
faster than she could fill them.
 
She was
so close to yielding to him.

Sari felt the panic setting in. Another moment longer and
she was going to lose the game. She needed a diversion. “My turn,” she panted.

Brady wished that she could see his smile. He had her where
he wanted her. He hadn’t even tasted her yet, and Sari was already writhing
with longing.
 
“No,” he said. The word
was no sooner out of his mouth when her heel slammed him in the jaw and wiped
the smile from his face.

He felt the heat rise in his cheeks. If the woman wasn’t
the definition of exasperation then he would rewrite Webster’s entire
dictionary. He rolled away from her and flipped her onto her stomach. Shoving
her in the direction of the headboard, he grabbed a fistful of hair, jerked her
head back and hissed into her ear.

 
“Maybe I should just
fuck you up the ass and be done with you.” He pushed her knees up under her and
spread them so that her round bottom was facing up at him.

Her tight little ass was so, so tempting. Another man
probably would have taken her. But he couldn’t. He tilted his head back and
released the breath of air he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. His cock was
still hard and needed release.

He let go of her. Rolling away, he stormed into the yard,
circling the dirt drive several times, kicking up stones and eventually the
sides her tires. It took him a moment to realize that he had rushed from the
cabin stark naked. He slouched to the ground and leaned against the rear bumper
waiting for his temper to cool and his pulse to return to normal.

The woman was infuriating. He’d never wanted anything so
badly and been denied to the point of madness, but Sari had a will of steel and
he feared that he was fighting a losing battle.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Brady turned on the cold shower and savored the spray of
water running down his chest.
“Take her
home,”
the voice in his head kept screaming. He’d lost his temper with her.
The other scenes with the knife, the chase, the shower
–
had been an act, part of the
game. This time, he had nearly lost it and fucked her up the ass.

He turned his back to the spray and pressed his forehead
against the wall. He couldn’t trust himself any longer.
 
She had won the game. He was going to playing
out this one last scene
–he was going to taste her–then he would take her
home.

Sari rolled to her side.
 
Tears pooled in her eyes. She had no idea why she had lashed out and
kicked at him, and worst still, she had made contact.
 
It wasn’t him that angered her, but her own
weakness.
 
He had pleasured her beyond
reasoning. No man had ever pushed her to that limit and it scared the hell out
of her.

She was Sari Coventry, always in control of her emotions.
Yet she allowed his man,
this deranged stranger, to breach her wall and leave her vulnerable.
She’d felt the sparks
flying between them. He was the only man who had ever left her wanting–yearning
for his every kiss, caress.
 
So, why was
she denying him, denying herself of his pleasure?

~~~~~~~~~~

Brady pulled a bowl from the closet, dumped a half a tray
of ice cubes into it and placed the large glass marble from the freezer on top.
This was going to be tantalizing, he thought, and he was anxious to see Sari’s
response.

Sari shot to awareness as the door opened and the familiar
footsteps crossed the room, stopping beside the bed. She heard the clink as he
set something down on the bedside table.

“We can play this game as long as you want, Sari. But it’s
not going to end it until you’re mine.” He nipped the inside of her knee, once,
twice, three times. Then moving up her thigh, he trailed his way to the damp
curls. “I want you squirming and screaming for me to fuck you.” He yanked the
pillow from above her head, doubled it in two and slid it beneath her bottom.
Now, he had her positioned where he wanted her.

 
Grabbing her ankles,
he tightened his palms around them, restraining them and limiting her
movement.
 
He slid his tongue playfully
along the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of the tight swirls of hair.
She smelled of oleander.
 
She’d showered
with the bottle of body wash that he pulled from her bag and left for her. She
was intoxicating.

He dove into the soft curls, separated them with his tongue
and blew hot air against her. He drew the heated flesh between his lips,
nibbling and suckling. His tongue flitted over her clitoris, light as a
feather. He felt her ankles straining against his hands as she dug her heels
into the mattress; her pelvis bucking against the pillow; her chest heaving and
her breathe panting erratically.

Sari fisted her palms, but there was nothing to stifle her
cries. They came one after another, intermingled with sharp gasps and soft
moans.
 
Sensation flowed up her spine to
the tips of her nipples and back again.

Brady let go of her ankles and lifted them over his
shoulders. He slid one finger, then
two
, deep inside
of her.
Hot liquid
pooled around them. He felt her muscles convulse with every stroke.

He took the large marble from the icy water, and while his fingers
were still deep inside of her, he tucked it under his thumb and rolled it
playfully over her clitoris. The arousal was instantaneous.

Sari let go a sharp cry, arched her pelvis and dug her
heels into this back. Lana had been right. The stimulation of the icy marble
was beyond words
–beyond anything that she had ever experienced–but it
was the way that he rolled it over her clitoris that sent her into
uncontrollable tremors
.

A playful smile curled Brady’s lips. He had gotten the
response that he had hoped for. Sari was hotter than ever. She was losing it,
losing the game. He removed his fingers, leaned over her and took the firm nub
of her nipple between his teeth and tugged on it, gently at first, then harder
when she quivered and squirmed beneath him.

Sari moaned, biting her lower lip until she tasted
blood.
 
She felt the fullness of his
penis throbbing against her inner thigh and she wanted him to fill her with it.
Fuck the game, she couldn’t take it anymore.

“
Fuck me, Brady.
Please
fuck me.” The cry was out and there was no turning back.

Brady sobered, instantly. He rolled away and stared down at
her.
She knows that it’s me!
He
needed air, he needed to think. Grabbing his jeans and boots, he fled the room,
slamming the door behind him. He needed to walk, to put as much distance
between them as possible.

An hour later, he found himself at the head of the stream.
His adrenaline was spiked and he was shaking. He should have taken her home.
No, he never should have taken Sari in the first place. He’d played the game
and lost. Moreover, he had lost his chance of ever having a relationship with
her.

He slouched to the ground and leaned into the tree. The
bark was prickly against his bare back. He gathered his knees to his chest,
wrapped his arms around them and dropped his head between them. He was fucked
in a bad way.

~~~~~~~~~~

Sari bit her lip. She had committed the worst sin. You
never call out another man’s name when he’s pleasuring you. It was the most
degrading insult imaginable, and now she was left with an emptiness that needed
to be satiated. Every nerve in her body continued to quiver. Her nipples ached
for his mouth. The pulsing heat between her thighs pooled with hot liquid and
wanted to be filled with every inch of his long, hard prick.

She was tired
–
she realized
–
emotionally and physically drained. Exhaustion eventually took
over took over and she dozed off.

Sari had no idea what time of day it was when she awoke or
how long she had slept. She only knew that she wanted her captor in her bed,
needed him. He was everything that had been lacking in her life and in her
fantasies.
 
She would make it up to him,
somehow. Hell, she’d bend over backwards and let him fuck her up the ass if
that’s what he desired, and she’d even welcome it if it pleased him. Fuck,
everything about him consumed her, and worst still, he had ruined her for any
man that came after him.

~~~~~~~~~~

Brady stood beside the bed. His heart lurched when he heard
Sari’s soft whimper.

“What’s going to happen to me?”

“I’m going to take you home,” he
croaked.

He didn’t sound angry, she
realized. Relief washed over her, followed by an unsettling hint of
disappointment. Just when she was finally ready to surrender to him, the game
ended and so had the excitement, along with the pleasure.

“How did you know it was me?” he suddenly asked.

Sari felt the flutter in her stomach; her pulse quicken as
the implication of his question slowly took hold.
Brady? No, it couldn’t be.
Dread washed over her like a cold
rain.
 
As much as she had fantasized that
it was Brady fulfilling her deepest, darkest desires, the reality of it was
humiliating. How could she ever look at him again without thinking of his lips,
mouth, and hands touching every intimate inch of her body?

“I
didn’t
know
that it was you,” was all that she could manage to say.

Brady stared in stunned silence. He had lost the game in a
big way, and now he had as much as admitted that he was the one who had
abducted her. “Then why did you call my name?” he finally asked.

“Because I was fantasizing that it was
you
doing all of those things to me. I thought… take off my
blindfold,
please
. I want to see
you.”

He slumped down on the bed beside her, untied the silk
scarf and removed it. He saw the tears pooling behind her lashes and he felt
like a complete jerk. When he had worked up his plan he hadn’t taken her
feelings into consideration. Instead, he had allowed his penis to think for
him.

“Why did you do it?” she asked.
 
“To humiliate me?”

“No, that was
never
my intention, Sari. It started as a whim, bringing you to the cabin, wanting to
act out each scene from your novel, each fantasy. The next thing I knew it
turned into a game and I wanted you so badly that I couldn’t stop. I still want
you.” His face flushed when he realized that his swollen erection made that
obvious.

Sari saw the lust in his eyes, the desire, but there was a
passion far deeper that outshined all else. Confusion clouded her ability to
think clearly. She’d been holding her breath, she realized.
 
“Unshackle me,” she demanded.