Yield to Me (5 page)

His expression revealed he wasn’t
sure he could trust her, yet she was finally rewarded with a deep sigh of
resignation. “If you double-cross me…”

“I won’t, I promise.” Sophie wasn’t
stupid. Nodding eagerly, she began to relax. But that turned out to be a
mistake. Instead of letting go, Brent’s hands gave a sharp tug, pulling the
halter loose from the back of her neck.

Her astonished gasp echoed
throughout the room. Glancing down with reluctance, she was thankful to see the
action had only bared her shoulders. One hand flew to her breasts to make sure
the material remained there. “Why…” That was as far as she got. Voices outside
their room indicated company had arrived.

“Let’s see if you know the true
meaning of teamwork.” Brent lowered his face to hers as he spoke, forcing her
further into the pillow, but there was no escaping him. The warmth of his
breath caused a shiver to run through her.

“What do you want me to do?” Her
words came out low and breathless, barely registering.

“Put your arms around me,” he
demanded softly, watching her closely.

Put my arms around him?
Sophie gulped,
reluctantly doing as she was told and praying there was nothing else.

“Now pucker up, princess, and kiss
me like you mean it.” His mouth was hovering over hers, so close Sophie could
feel his breath against her trembling lips.

Kiss him?
Her eyes grew round at his
command but before she could utter a protest, his mouth closed firmly over
hers, stealing her breath away. The crazy thought flashed through her mind that
if all he wanted was a kiss, she could cope with that. Only when he deepened
his sensual attack she felt him slowly lower his weight against her.

If he thought she wouldn’t notice
what he was doing then he was in for a big surprise. Furious at his boldness
and feeling betrayed by his action, she began to squirm like an eel out of
water; trying everything, she could to dislodge him. When nothing seemed to
work, she moved her hands between them, pushing against his chest. Using her
nails like lethal weapons, she raked his flesh, getting an immediate response
out of him.

He pulled back, sucking in his
breath, his eyes blazing. “You little witch!”

“You’re taking advantage…”

They both stilled when they heard
Tom say in an overloud tone, “I’m telling you, there’s no one in the bedroom
except my brother and sister-in-law.”

A glimmer of hope filled Sophie. If
the security guards didn’t pick up on Tom’s obvious nervousness, then they
weren’t very good at their jobs. Before she had a chance to react to their
muted responses, Brent slammed his mouth down on hers. She found her wrists
grabbed and brought over her head. He clamped them together in one hand, using
his other to reach for the edge of the comforter.

At least he was showing some
consideration to the implied intimacy of their situation, even if it was for
show. Yet knowing that didn’t keep Sophie from struggling against him. If
security opened the door she wanted them to see she wasn’t a willing
participant, in spite of telling Brent she’d cooperate. Instincts warned her
she wouldn’t get another chance like this.

Brent tore his mouth away from hers.
“If this little show is going to work, the security guards have to believe
we’re very involved beneath the covers. So absorbed that a tornado can rip
through the damn building and we wouldn’t notice. You’re acting more like a
woman fighting off an assailant.”

What did he expect? “Then maybe
you’d better change your technique!”

His eyes blazed with sudden anger at
her remark, and the next thing Sophie knew, he was giving her ear a barely controlled
tug with his teeth. “You asked for it,” he rasped, sucking in a deep breath
before lowering his mouth to hers again.
This time in a more
tender assault.

The threat in his tone couldn’t be
any clearer. Sophie braced herself, yet nothing prepared her for what happened
next. In a lightning fast move he pulled the top to her gown down, baring her
breasts. She stiffened beneath him, but there was nothing she could do to stop
him from crushing her with his hard chest. She opened her mouth to protest and
he skillfully used her mistake to his advantage.

With his lips on hers and his tongue
inside her mouth she tried to calm down and accept the inevitable. But Sophie realized
her mistake in doing that. Once she stopped struggling, she became aware of
other sensations: the sharp taste of his kiss; the sound of his hunger rumbling
inside his chest, and the unwilling response of her own starved senses. Her
breasts tingled and warm heat rushed through her body.

How can this be? It doesn’t make
sense. It didn’t help that his cock was hard as a rock against her. She became
afraid for other reasons, moaning deeply beneath the mastery of his persuasive
mouth. She’d never been kissed so forcefully before, with a mixture of
tenderness and savagery that left her confused and trembling with weakness,
drunk with desire.

The sensual movement of his tongue
made her hot inside and moist in places that ached for fulfillment. Yet she refused
to give in, pushing her tongue against his in an effort to force him out of her
mouth. It was a mistake. Though they each battled for dominance, the fire surging
through Sophie’s blood caught her completely unaware.

Something, a small noise, alerted
her to the fact the bedroom door was opening. In spite of her promise,
desperation forced her to twist her head to the side in a futile effort to
break away. She unintentionally gave Brent’s bottom lip a bite in the process.
The animal sound that followed both frightened and excited her.

“Oops! See? I told you they were in
here.” Sophie heard Tom say in a slightly hushed tone. “They just returned from
their honeymoon,” he went on, just before closing the door again.

Sophie felt the change in Brent
almost immediately, not realizing how tense he was until that moment. He
gradually relaxed against her.
Though he didn’t break off the
kiss.
In spite of his erection, she sensed his concentration was more on
what was going on around them, than what they were doing.
Part
of her balked at the ease in which he detached himself, while she was on fire
inside, her body pulsing with sensation.
Finding the strength, she
pushed against his shoulders, angrier with herself than frightened of him.

It seemed an eternity before he
allowed her to push him away. Her gaze fell to his smooth, sensual mouth; hers
still tingling by his masterful possession. Hardly understanding how it had brought
her so much pleasure.
Or, is it simply because
I haven’t been kissed in a long time?
No, she quickly dismissed that
thought. It hasn’t been that long. She watched as his tongue slipped out to
trace his bottom lip where her teeth had grazed him. There was a dollop of
blood there.

Slowly reining in the desire riding
her body she looked at him. The undisguised hunger she saw in those lazy,
half-closed orbs made her yearn for him to take her lips again. Yet she forced
the urge away, wondering where in heavens it had come from. Out of nowhere, a
kiss meant to serve a purpose, had sparked a need of want so hard and fast in
her body that she didn’t know what to make of it. Did he feel it too?

She opened her mouth, not even sure,
what she was going to say, when he slapped his hand over it. He shifted his
weight until she was completely pinned down by his hard body, and his cock was
wedged between her legs. Sophie’s eyes widened and she arched against him in an
effort to throw him off. He retaliated by thrusting his hips, showing her she
was at his mercy.
She stiffened, fear and excitement
overwhelming her senses at the same time.

“If I were you, I’d stop moving.”
His tone was guttural, and slightly raspy. “I’ll release you as soon as Tom
gives me the okay.”

Sophie didn’t believe him, and she
sure as hell didn’t want to remain beneath him, half-naked and highly aroused.
Thank God he doesn’t realize my clit is
actually throbbing from the feel of his hard dick throbbing against it.
With only the thin barrier of her thong and his boxers it was easy to tell his
cock was impressive.

As they lay there quietly, waiting
for a sign from Tom, the intimate situation seemed to intensify. Sophie
couldn’t think about anything except the tingling in her breasts, which were
crushed beneath his muscular chest, the warmth of his breath, so close to her
lips, and the insistent pounding of his heavy cock. Realizing what she was
doing, but unable to help
herself
, she let her legs
relax and part. His gaze slowly lowered to hers.

Sophie held her breath as a sensual
smile spread across his lips. He knew, damn him! He knew what he was doing to
her. Well, she didn’t back down to anyone and held his gaze.

“You’re full of surprises, princess.
A fighting tigress one minute, full of spit and fire.
All soft and willing the next.” His hand trailed liquid fire down her throat,
chest and finally to her breast. She moaned when he caressed it.
“Still full of fire.”
The words were murmured against her
parted lips.

Sophie protested but it sounded
weak, even to her ears. She twisted beneath him, and then arched her back when
his mouth replaced his hand on her breast.
Ohmygod!
A small cry escaped her, which was promptly cut short when his mouth left her
breast and moved to her lips.

At first she kissed him back, lust
dictating her emotions.
Then twisted her face.
“Nooooo!” she moaned. Shamefully aware the wetness soaking her thong was
desire.

“No?” Brent whispered against her
cheek. His hand began to roam down her body. “You asked for it, princess.” When
his fingers found the end of her gown, he lifted the material and moved
underneath to her satiny skin. Ever so slowly, his hand glided up her leg and
thigh, nearing the apex of her legs.

Sophie held her breath, feeling her
heart racing. He wouldn’t dare! But in the next second, he did just that. He
flicked his finger over the thin layer covering her pussy, and a long moan of
pleasure betrayed her. She closed her eyes tight, not wanting to acknowledge
the look of triumph on his handsome face.

The intimate moment was interrupted
by three little knocks on the bedroom door. Brent’s hand paused, inches from
her pussy. Their gazes clung.

“Looks like you’ve been saved from a
fate worse than death.”

Next thing she knew Brent rolled
away from her. And she was able to breathe again. He got to his feet and
glanced down at her, mild amusement, and something else, swimming in his sexy
eyes. A chuckle escaped him when her eyes went to the front of his boxers.

“I can see it in your eyes,
princess. Go ahead, blast away.”

Chapter 5

“You’re despicable!” Sophie spat
out, pulling her gown up and clutching it to her quivering breasts. “That’s the
last time I’m cooperating with you…”

Brent snorted, which turned her face
even redder. “If that was cooperation, you need practice, princess.”

“You took advantage of me,” she
declared with anger, a matching gleam of disdain in her accusing eyes.

“I told you what I intended; when’s
the last time you made love with a man that didn’t involve kissing?” It had
been necessary to his plan. Only his reaction to the moment was definitely not
part of it, catching him off-guard. “And you needed a lesson.”

The last thing she needed to know
was that
the taste of her mouth had
rendered him temporarily mindless. That kind of power would give her the leverage
she needed to have him eating right out of her pretty little hand. It was bad
enough she’d felt his hard-on. Brent had enough experience with women to know
most of them were manipulative actresses who didn’t have a faithful bone in
their bodies. Doing anything to get them what they wanted.

What had caught him completely by
surprise had been her response to him. That’s what prompted him into touching
her beyond the boundaries he'd set in the beginning. And her hunger had fed
his. His finger had found proof of her desire. He’d been about to tear her
thong away and slip his cock inside when Tom’s untimely interruption stopped
him.

He forced a smile, hoping to
disguise the desire still gripping him.
No, not desire, lust.
When he desired a woman, it was because he held affection for her. Sophie had
pushed him to the depths of raw, animal hunger without half trying.

“I don’t know who you are but I
demand you let me go.” Her scathing tone cut through his thoughts as easy as a
warm knife slicing through butter.

“Save your breath, lady, because
you’re not going anywhere, at least for a little while. In case it hasn’t sunk
in yet, you’ve been kidnapped. You’re worth a lot of money.”

“You’re a bas-bastard!” she
stammered, losing control. Obvious embarrassment over her outburst caused her
to lower her face.