The Tycoon's Temporary Bride: Book Four (29 page)

Tashi licked her lips at the sultry
questions. She fidgeted under him and swallowed again. “I want you
to kiss my neck and—and my—my breasts. I guess.”

“Is that it? That’s all you want me to
kiss?”

Tashi’s mind was suddenly ablaze with the
images from the
Kama Sutra
and other sexually related books
in Adam’s library—images of men with their heads between the open
thighs of their partners, and women kneeling before men with their
mouths clasped around their shafts. The rapturous looks on their
faces must have been the same one she’d had while Adam was bringing
her to her very first orgasm in the kitchen. As she recalled that
moment, Tashi felt her heart pounding in her chest and the familiar
tingles return to her belly.

Adam let out a long sigh and suddenly he was
off her, rolling over to the side of the bed, and switching on a
bedside lamp. Puzzled, Tashi watched him walk toward the bathroom,
and in less than a minute he returned holding a small leopard print
pouch in his hand.

“What’s that?” she asked, rising up on her
elbows as he climbed back onto the bed and sat back on his
haunches.

“We’re going to play a little game,” he said,
opening the pouch and dumping a stopwatch and two ivory dice with
words etched in black onto the mattress. He held his hand out to
her. “Sit up.”

Her perplexity swiftly turning to curiosity,
Tashi took Adam’s hand and sat up in the bed, facing him. “What
kind of game is this?” she asked, tucking her hair behind her
ears.

“A sex game.” He picked up the dice.

“A sex game? I guess we know who’s gonna win
this one,” she said on a skittish giggle.

“There are no winners or losers, or perhaps
there are only winners. Anyway, hopefully by the time it’s over,
you, my dear, will know exactly what you want me to do to you, and
you’ll not be shy about asking for it.”

Well in that case, Tashi felt she would like
this game. “Have you played it before?” She knew she sounded like a
jealous schoolgirl, but she didn't care. He was so experienced, she
wanted to share something new with him, something he’d never shared
with any other woman, something more intimate than being the only
visitor to his garden.

He smiled. “No, Tashi. I’ve never played this
game with anyone before. I’ve been saving it.”

Tashi bit back her cry of joy. “For
what?”

“Whom. I’ve been saving it for you, for my
wife.”

“I’m not your wife, yet.”

His eyes swept over her face, then swiftly
scanned her body. “We can wait until tomorrow if that’s what you
want,” he said, reaching behind him for the pouch.

Tashi watched him guardedly, trying to figure
out if he was bluffing. It would be just like Lady Fate to throw a
curve ball at her, and send Agent Dawson knocking on his door
tomorrow, then temporary would be over before it even begun. She
didn’t think she could go on living the rest of her life without
the experience of making love with Adam. “No. I don’t want to
wait.”

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he said, his
smile turning into a full grin. “Now here are the rules. One die
has action words, and the other nouns—body parts. The person who
throws puts the words together to form a command, a task that the
other person has to perform for thirty seconds—no more, no less.
The timer allows both the giver and the receiver to concentrate on
their pleasures. But once it goes off, we move on. Any
questions?”

“Yeah, when does it end? When do we know the
game is over?”

His eyebrows arched upward. “Excellent
question. The game ends when either party cries, “Game” and the
other responds “Game Over” so they know they’re in agreement.”

Tashi’s body was already tightening in
anticipation. She felt like a giddy schoolgirl playing with her
best friend after school. The only difference was that this was a
very naughty, grown-up game. “Okay,” she said, catching her lower
lip between her teeth.

“Okay. There’s a question mark on the ‘noun’
die.” He held it up so she could see. “If it turns up, just fill in
the blank with a body part of your choice. Oh, and we’re not
allowed to use our hands, unless it’s part of the command.”

“What happens if we do?”

He tossed her a look of mock impatience.
“Then that partner forfeits the game.”

“Then what?”

“We get dressed, and go back to the kitchen
and finish making dinner.”

“Yeah, right.” Tashi rubbed her hands against
her thighs in a slow seductive manner.

He smiled suggestively. “It’s all about
control, Tashi, being able to control your sensations to build
tumescence in order to acquire ultimate gratification, like you did
in the kitchen.”

That was awesome, Tashi thought on a tremor.
Never would she have imagined that these types of games existed.
She’d always thought that sex was a serious ordeal, that it wasn’t
a time for humor—just moans and groans as partners expressed their
feelings. But now, she was so eager to learn how to prolong those
feelings of arousal for both herself and for Adam. “What are the
action words?” she asked.

“You’ll see.” His smile was almost boyish,
suggesting that he was having as much fun as she. “Do you want me
to go first?”

“No, I’ll go first,” Tashi said, feeling a
jolt of wickedness and valor infuse her blood. It would be fun to
camouflage her primitive longings in the rules of a game.

“Your wish is my command,
bella
.” He
handed her the dice.

Having no idea what to expect, Tashi took a
deep breath and threw her hand. She got ‘lick’ and ‘above
waist’.

“Good start. All you have to do is tell me
where specifically above your waist you want me to lick.”

Tashi’s nipples tingled as if screaming “Me
first, me first” like little kindergarten kids, anxious to please
their teacher. “My nipples, I guess,” she said, as her heart began
to thump.

“Any preference?” His voice was low as he
leaned toward her.

Tashi swallowed. “Um—the left?”

“You’re not sure?” He stopped to gaze up at
her, his eyes like azure stones, the sides of his mouth quirking
mischievously. “You can request that I lick both. I’ll try to split
the time equally between them.”

She trembled as the tips of his hair brushed
across her thighs, tickling her sensuously. “Um—just the left one.
Start with the left.” That seemed to be the nipple that was aching
most.

“The left nipple it is, then.” He set the
timer.

Tashi sucked in a harsh breath as Adam’s wet
warm tongue made initial contact with her pebbled nipple—a nipple
that had never felt the warmth of a mouth on it before. The
sensations were sweet and wispy, not intense like those at her
groin when their sexes were joined.

“Like that?” he asked, retreating his tongue
and coming back to lick her again as he stared into her eyes.

“Yes.” Tiny shivers ran up and down Tashi’s
spine as Adam flicked his tongue against her, being careful to
remain within the brown area of her areola and her nipple, even
though she could feel her breast grow full and thrust forward as if
begging for some attention. In fact, a number of other erogenous
zones in Tashi’s body were on high alert now, jealous of her left
nipple and buzzing with impatience for their turn.

Then the time went off and Adam sat back,
leaving her nipple in a tingling wet mess.

“Did you like that?” he asked, his lips
moist, his eyes bright with delight.

“Yes, oh yes. It was delicious. Your turn,”
she said on a shaky eager breath.

Adam smiled as he picked up the dice and
rolled them around in his hand. His tongue was on fire from those
too few seconds of daubing at her nipple. He’d been tempted, so
tempted to suck more of her breast into his mouth and listen to her
moan with pleasure, but rules were rules, and he was the master of
obeying them.

He recalled the night Erik and Bryce had
talked him into attending a sex toy show at one of Michelle’s
friend’s home. He was between lovers at the time, and he’d known
they were trying to set him up with one of the single ladies who
were in attendance, but it was a no-go. He’d enjoyed the evening,
nonetheless, watching the host and hostess, and various other
couples examine the games.

Even Bryce and Kaya, newlyweds at the time,
had joined in the fun. To support the independent consultant, he’d
purchased a few games—none of which he’d ever used, perhaps because
he kept them here on the estate and not at his penthouse suite at
Hotel Andreas where he entertained—
used to entertain his
women—
he immediately corrected his thoughts.

This initiation game was perfect for an
inexperienced woman like Tashi, and he hoped that before long she’d
grow into the more advanced ones that involved pleasure toys,
restraints, blindfolds, melted wax, role play, and much more. Oh,
yeah, he was going to enjoy teaching his temporary bride all about
the tricks and joys of lovemaking, and he prayed she’d love it so
much, she’d never want to leave
la camera dell’amore
he
planned to create for them.

Adam’s heart pounded against his chest as he
gazed at the delicate face of the woman who would be his wife
tomorrow—a face that had been invading his dreams for the past
nineteen days, and one he knew he’d dream about for the rest of his
days. Passion and pride mounted inside him as he studied her young
seductive body kneeling in the middle of his bed with her auburn
curls and smooth chestnut skin glowing in the candlelight. She was
the epitome of loveliness. He’d undressed her, bathed her, and held
her naked in his arms so many times before, but he’d never really
had the joy of admiring her, openly lusting after her like a man
lusted after a woman he desired—not even when she’d voluntarily
taken her clothes off for him in the garden. His patience and
control had never been tested as much as they’d been tested in the
past two weeks.

The warmth of Tashi’s presence—her
ginger-jasmine-vanilla fragrance that lingered on his towels and
his sheets, his shirts when she hugged him, on the wind as she
passed by, the fleeting brush of her silky hair against his arms,
the shimmer in her innocent eyes, the outline of her sweet plump
lips—had kept him in a state of satisfied hunger, until now.

A fire burned in the pit of Adam’s belly as
he gazed upon Tashi’s nymph-like beauty, seeing her for the first
time as a lover. She was no longer a woman in need. She was a woman
he needed. And soon he would feast on the fruits of her delights
and drink from the fountains of her desires.

A few moments ago when she’d called his name,
Adam had prayed she didn’t bring up the topic of birth control,
because if she had, he would have had to respect her wishes. It
wasn’t just about getting her pregnant as much as it was about the
experience of feeling her tight hot flesh wrapped about him. This
was her first time—their first time together—and he didn’t want to
use a condom with her. But if she’d asked…

“Come on, Adam,” she said, her thumb on the
timer button at the ready.

Adam chuckled at her impatience. Seems she
was as anxious as he was to continue their lovefest that would last
throughout the night. “Eager little thing, aren’t you?” he said on
a deep chuckle.

“Well, yeah. I want more of what I had in the
kitchen.”

“Then who am I to deprive you, my sweet?” He
tossed the dice. He got ‘suck’ and ‘lips’, a bit disappointing he
thought—or not—he reconsidered as he felt the pressure of Tashi’s
hot mouth on his.

He stationed his hands on the mattress to
keep from falling backward as she began to suckle and nibble on his
lips and run her tongue over them as if they were a ripe peach and
she was hell bent on extracting the last drops of juices from him.
Adam groaned his appreciation as his heart began to race and his
groin tightened, then just as he was getting into the rhythm of her
kiss, the timer went off, and Tashi reluctantly disengaged her
mouth from his, leaving him hungry and frustrated. He was beginning
not to like this game, at all.

“That was hot,” Tashi said, licking her lips
to capture the string of saliva that stretched between their
mouths.

“Yes, that
was
hot.” Adam grinned.
“You’re liking this?”

“I’m loving it.” Tashi picked up the dice and
threw them. ‘Suck’ and ‘?’ was her command. Her nipples and breasts
wanted more of his tongue, his lips, and his mouth. She swallowed
and pointed to her right breast.

“Ah, your bells of love,” he said, and in the
next instant, his lips were brushing against her nipple,
tantalizingly, softly, his breath warm and moist against her
skin.

Tashi sighed at the tender caress that sent
tiny shivers rushing through her body. The sensations were a little
more intense than when he’d merely licked at the nipple of her left
breast, but his command was to… “Suck me,” she whispered. “Suck my
bell of love.”

On her command, he opened his mouth, clamped
his lips around her aching mound, and began to suck her. A series
of electrical shock waves zinged up and down Tashi’s spine, and she
arched her chest forward and moaned aloud. Her nipple hardened in
his mouth and he flicked his tongue against the hard bulb as his
teeth grazed her swollen globe.

That was it for Tashi. Thirty seconds would
not be enough this time. “Game,” she moaned in weak surrender, as
her hands came up to the sides of Adam’s head and her fingers
tangled in his hair, holding him in place.

“Yes, game over,” Adam acquiesced against her
breast, then suddenly his hands were around her waist, and he was
picking her up and placing her across his lap. Their sexes burned
and sizzled at being joined together again.

Wrapping her legs around Adam’s waist, and
her arms around his neck, Tashi pulled his face into her bosom.
When his hands began to explore the hollow of her back, pressing
her deeper into his tight hard body, a sense of urgency drove her,
and she began to ride the ridge of his shaft with little circular
motions as pleasure mounted between her thighs.