Temptation in Texas: A Christmas Special (5 page)

“I don’t want to get away—”

“That’s damn good, babe. ’Cause it ain’t ever
happenin’,” he gritted, falling into harsh, southern
colloquialisms. “Be still now and take your…punishment.”

Punishment?
As he began pounding into her
again, Lauren felt her eyes slip closed as Logan’s arm slid down
and his fingers landed on her clit. He began rubbing her, massaging
her in time with his strokes and a fireball of sensations held her
in its grip as the rest of the world fell away.

“Tell me,” he demanded.

She knew what he wanted. But she didn’t give it to
him right away. Her punishment was too perfect for her to put an
end to it too quickly.

“Tell me,” he insisted again, a bit more harshly.

“Fifteen-thousand,” she panted, so close to the edge
she could barely hold on.

“
What?”
he asked, as if incensed, the single
word reverberating in her ear.

“The room. It’s going to cost about fifteen—”

She didn’t get a chance to finish. He pulled out and
flipped her to her back in a matter of seconds before plunging back
inside. With a ferocious look on his face, he lifted her legs and
wrapped them over his shoulders, a move which opened her to him
completely and gave her no control. Gasping, her eyes flew open and
she found him staring down at her, a maddened look of
barely-controlled restraint on his features.

“Don’t fuck with me, baby. I’m not in the fucking
mood . . .
you know what I want to hear.”

He thrust again, his face tinged with flecks of red.
Lauren felt another coil of pleasure hit hard and she cried out,
her eyes closing. At her reaction, he thrust again, and then again,
steady strokes that brought her to the peak within moments. She
could feel it,
it was there
, within touching distance . .
.and it was going to be so damn good . . .

And then he stalled again, deep inside.

Her eyes flew open. She stared into his eyes,
panting.

“Tell. Me.
”
he demanded succinctly, his
nostrils flaring.

She took a stabilizing breath and then another. At
her delay, he reached up and tweaked a nipple between his finger
and thumb, holding it, just short of pain. Lauren felt his touch as
if it were a stroke of fire that landed straight between her
thighs.

“
Tell me,”
he hissed again, impatience
radiating from every pore of his body.

The sheer bliss of knowing what he wanted, what he
needed beyond anything else sent a wave of happiness through her
heart. “I love you,” she whispered, biting her lip, her eyes
holding his.

His ferocious expression immediately softened and a
look of complete satisfaction engulfed his features. Slowly, he
began stroking into her again, and within seconds, her arms began
to wrap around his neck.

Stopping her, he made a grab for her wrists and held
them against the mattress, above her head. He watched her intently,
his eyes flaring. “One more time, baby.”

“I love you, Logan.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, her eyes closing as waves of
ecstasy began hitting her. He released her legs from their
imprisonment, and she wrapped them around his waist, lifting to
that amazing, exhilarating place where he bumped against that
perfect spot inside.

She felt the build and as he began pumping harder,
with a wave of power that was addictive, she knew he was about to
come with her. Her eyes opened to find him staring down at her. “I
love you,” she said again.

He bit his lip until all the blood disappeared and he
grunted, “I love you, too. More than you’ll ever know.” His eyes
became more focused and she felt him grow larger within her. He
pulled out and pushed in again, and at the impact, they exploded
together, going over the edge into the paradise that they’d found
within each other’s arms.

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Rule’s Addiction

The House of Rule

Book Three: Garrett and Maria’s story

Copyright 2014 Lynda Chance ‘All Rights Reserved’

About to round the corner of the landing leading to
the fourth floor, Maria’s nerves jolted when she heard the sound of
the door above her opening and then closing with the loud, echoing
slam of steel against steel.

She came to an abrupt halt and listened, knowing for
a fact that someone was in the stairwell above her, just out of her
sight.

Silence.

The only sound she heard was her heart beating loudly
in her ears, but she knew she wasn’t alone.

If she took two steps forward she’d be able to look
up and see whoever was there. Two steps back might give her time to
escape.

Unable to slow the raging pulse that was telling her
that Garrett had found her, she took two steps backwards toward the
wall, preparing to turn and run down, her stiletto heels clicking
loudly against the bare concrete.

She never had a chance.

He sprinted down the half flight of stairs before she
could even grab the railing that would balance her on the way
down.

Damn stilettos
. Damn her vanity for wearing
them.

His hands reached out and he caught her, dragging her
backwards, and she found her back against the wall in the corner of
the landing before she could even blink.

Breathing unsteadily, she looked up into the eyes of
a madman as she fought for oxygen.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he raged,
indomitable fury in every line of his body.

Breathe, Maria
. Just take one breath and then
let it out. For some reason, she had no idea why, it never occurred
to her to lie to him. “Avoiding you.”

The look on his face seemed to say that he wanted
nothing more than to shake her, but he didn’t. His fingers bit into
the flesh of her upper arms, and his brows came down in a
thunderous scowl of rage that was
not scaring her.
Hell no,
the dude did not scare her. If she could just remember to breathe,
then maybe she could convince herself of that truth.

He looked down at her, his height and breadth
dominating her where she stood, as a small buzzing in the back of
her brain told her that it probably wasn’t wise to take on a guy
who was at least a foot taller and probably outweighed her by a
hundred pounds of pure muscle. And that was without considering the
pissed-off river of testosterone that seemed to be flowing through
his bloodstream at the moment.

Her eyes stayed glued to his, and as he moved several
inches closer, her chin lifted and her neck arched at an
uncomfortable angle to keep him in her sights as he loomed closer.
All the while her heart was beating so rapidly that her head was
spinning, and she was sucking in oxygen so quickly that she was
beginning to hyperventilate.

“The goddamn stairwell, Maria?” he questioned in a
yell, biting the words out.

“What . . . what?” she asked, confusion setting
in.

Lines of ice-cold fury bracketed his mouth. “Do you
not have a clue? Do you not have a single working brain cell in
that head of yours?”

She jerked her head back, not caring for that
question one damn bit. She felt her blood pressure rise as her eyes
narrowed, a returning anger filling her bloodstream. Fuck him. Fuck
his arrogance. “Watch it, Mr. Rule. You’re beginning to piss me
off.”

He leaned into her another intimidating inch. “Piss.
You
. Off?”

“I promise, you don’t want to piss me off,” she
challenged, ignoring the warning bells in her head.

A yellow spiral of heat began blending with the brown
of his irises, surrounding the growing black circle of his pupils,
telling of his anger. “Yeah? We’ll get back to that shit in a
minute,” he stated, as if her own anger was no more irritating than
a fly buzzing around. “Why the fuck would you take the
stairway?”

“Why . . . why shouldn’t I?”

He rolled his eyes heavenward and then looked back
down. “Do you not give a shit about your own safety?”

“You think I’m going to trip and fall?” she asked
sarcastically, beginning to get a glimmer as to where he was really
going with this.

“Smart-ass,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “You’re
going to get assaulted, that’s what I think.”

“You think it’s dangerous in here?” she snapped,
seeing no threat except the one standing in front of her.

One brawny hand released her arm and moved
unerringly, forcibly, to the hem of her dress. “I don’t know,
what do you think?”
Without so much as a pause, he pushed
the skirt of her dress up, out of his way, the palm of his hand
seizing her mound, covered only by a triangle of silk fabric. She
sucked in a startled breath as an arrow of heat shot through her,
immobilizing her. He squeezed threateningly as he stared down at
her, the lines of his face showing both scalding anger and a
growing, imposing arousal.

Lights and whistles began going off in her head.
Shit, shit,
shit.
This wasn’t good. Even now, she could feel
her body begin to release a wet heat. Damn, he’d feel it through
her panties any second now. Four, three, two, one—

The expression on his face transformed as fire
exploded in his eyes.
“Son-of-a-bitch, Maria.”
Lightning
fast, he pushed the crotch of her panties aside and his finger
landed on her clit. He began rubbing, massaging her, and shock at
the sudden situation held her momentarily in place. Although
aroused, his anger was still there. “What if it had been someone
else? Someone who wanted to hurt you?”

Despite her growing arousal,
because
of her
growing arousal, Maria made a grab for his wrist to try to stop him
as she struggled for words. “It’s completely safe. Only employees
and guests—”

He didn’t release her. “Bullshit,
it’s not
safe
. I get that you trust the employees here. But goddammit,
you’d have no fucking clue if a psycho checked in. Anybody could
follow you in here, overpower you, hurt you. You’re going to quit
taking the stairs, understand me? You want to take the fucking
stairs, you take the open staircase in the lobby, not this back
stairwell, you got me?”

“You don’t tell me what to do,” she spat out, meeting
his gaze straight on.

“I’m sorry,
what?”
The impatient words ripped
from his throat. “What the fuck just came out of your mouth?”

“You don’t tell me what to do!” she plunged on
defiantly.

He didn’t bother to answer. His head swooped down, he
nipped at her bottom lip and then forced his tongue inside her
mouth, just as he began swirling his finger around her clit again.
A low growl of vibration started coming from deep in his chest as
he crowded her back against the wall, spreading her legs apart,
pushing his lower body between them.

Maria’s head began swimming again just as a new burst
of damp heat flooded the juncture of her legs. How could he piss
her off so badly and make her feel like this all at the same time?
She was beyond excited, if this went on for much longer, she’d be
in danger of climaxing, right here in the stairwell.

Abruptly, he lifted his head, his mouth coming off
hers. She opened her eyes and found him staring down at her, his
nostrils flaring. “And what about this goddamn dress?”

“What?” she asked, disoriented.

“I’ve never seen it before,” he stated with a stroke
of censure before switching gears on her. “Who the fuck was the
dude, Maria?”

Dress? Dude? What was he talking about?
“What
dude?”

At her question, he growled in warning and his finger
slid down and found her wet opening. Her heart went haywire and she
tried with everything she had not to push forward, her traitorous
body searching for some degree of satisfaction.

He plunged inside without warning. She let out a
semi-startled moan and heard him groan at the same time. His
forehead fell to hers as he swirled his finger inside. She gave up;
she pushed against him, adjusting her leg just a tiny bit. Ahh. . .
there. Oh, God, that was it, that was the place.

But he wasn’t through interrogating her yet. “The
dude in the ballroom. The motherfucker who had his arm around
you.”

“No. . . nobody,” she panted, unable to think of
anything but the magic his fingers were creating.

“Don’t give me that shit. You feel me inside, baby?”
He pushed harder, swirled in a larger circle around her inner
walls, making her entire body short-circuit.
“Let me explain it
to you,”
he growled. “Nobody puts their fucking hands on you
again, understand me?”

Christ. The guy was a maniac
. “You . . . no. .
. you can’t tell me what to do.”

“No? I think I fucking can. But don’t worry, you’ll
get used to it. You’re not going to have much of a goddamn choice.”
With that, his lips fell back to hers and anything else she might
have said was silenced by his mouth on hers.

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Pursuit (The first meeting and romance of Logan and
Lauren)

Marco’s Redemption

The Rancher’s Virgin Acquisition (historical)

Under the Cowboy’s Control

The Mistress Mistake

The Sheriff and the Innocent Housekeeper (historical
novella)