Yield to Me (9 page)

She released a sound of annoyance.
“You know what,” she insisted, not falling for his obvious trap.

“You mean this?” He pulled Sophie
back against him until her bottom was flush against his hard as steel cock.
“Does it bother you when a man shows you that he wants you?” His husky tone
revealed he wasn’t immune to the intimate situation.

Sophie fought down the desire racing
through her blood. “You’re my captor…”

“I’m a man first.” His voice had
turned raspy with desire.

She rolled onto her back with
growing alarm, her mouth trembling. She was afraid of how she’d react if he
kissed her, or did anything else. “Please leave me alone.”

His gaze dropped, narrowing at a
spot beneath her chin. A feeling prompted Sophie into reaching up. She touched
bare skin, where her shirt had parted when she’d unbuttoned it the night before
in an effort to cool off. She unwillingly glanced down, her heart sinking when
she saw the curves of her breasts were exposed.
And my nipples are hard!
Is
everything working against me?
Her hand worked frantically at closing the
material over her breasts. Suddenly his hand was there too, stopping her.

“You’re beautiful in the morning.”
His long fingers encircled her wrist firmly, pulling Sophie’s hand away from
her body. The look in his dark eyes unnerved her, but she couldn’t look away.
Spellbound like some innocent teenager experiencing her first crush. “Even with
your chin stuck out in defiance and your eyes snapping with sapphire heat.” He
lowered his face, and Sophie had no doubts that he intended to kiss her.

“Please don’t,” she whispered,
feeling her pulse quickening. She tried to pull free but couldn’t break his
hold.

“Why? What are you afraid of?
Discovering something you can’t handle?” he challenged.

“I can handle anything,” Sophie said
softly, swallowing the lie when she thought about her dilemma with Jonathan.

The silence that followed was
palpable. Sophie had half a mind to close the distance between them and kiss
him herself. It took conscious effort to remember what her situation was. But
strangely, she didn’t feel any real fear of Brent. And that was crazy, wasn’t
it? He’d kidnapped her, for whatever reason, but it was the threat of what he
did to her peace of mind that was far more dangerous.

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

Sophie didn’t have time to ask him
what he meant. Not when her mouth was suddenly crushed beneath his, and he was
forcing his tongue inside. As soon as her tongue meshed with his, an explosion
of intense heat spread through her body. Her brief resistance was cut short, he
was much too big and strong and being handcuffed together worked out to his benefit.

He rolled and she found herself in
much the same predicament as the day before. As Brent deepened the kiss, his
hand moved to the top of her shirt, sliding inside. Then his hand was on her
breast, caressing and shaping her flesh.
Moving his palm over
her hard nipple until she was squirming.
Sophie moaned beneath his
mouth, trying to fight the potency of his sensual attack.

Her whole body became alive with
pleasant sensations. Tiny explosions of pleasure zinged through her blood. Wetness
between her thighs indicated she was highly turned on and enjoying everything
Brent was doing to her. In fact, she shamelessly wanted more. She arched
against him, straining against his cock.

Brent’s mouth left hers and moved down
to her aching breast,

“Oh!” The weak sound passed through
Sophie’s lips when his warm mouth closed over her nipple.
This isn’t right!
But she couldn’t work up the strength to protest
aloud.

A gasp of surprise escaped her when
he pulled her shirt open, ripping buttons off in the process. Then his mouth
was kissing and moving over to her other breast. And his hand, the one that
wasn’t handcuffed to hers, caressed down to her knee. The trip back up took him
up the inside of her thigh to her creaming pussy.

“Fuck, you’re already wet for me!”
Brent rasped when his hand covered her hair-covered mound.

Sophie couldn’t deny it. Nor could
she deny the pleasure his finger was giving her. It burrowed between the plump
lips of her pussy and found her clit. The first time his finger flicked over it
her hips left the bed and she cried out. Brent’s mouth came crashing back down
upon hers as his finger entered her twisting body.

What am I doing? Giving myself to a stranger!
But she was too weak to fight him. Everything he did sent a sharp
new thrill through her, awakening her senses. Her hunger grew, overriding
everything else. She couldn’t think, she could only feel. The room was suddenly
filled with the sound of heavy breathing and sighs of desire.

Before she realized what Brent was
doing, he’d kissed his way down her body to her pelvis. She glanced down at
him, at the same moment he looked up at her. When realization of what he
intended became clear Sophie tried to draw him back up her body where they were
joined at the wrists, only he was too strong for her. She shook her head,
suddenly terrified of how far they had come.

“No, please!” she begged, painfully
aware of how weak it sounded.

“If you want me to believe you then
say it with a little more conviction.”

When his kiss took him to the
opening of her pussy, Sophie knew she was lost. It had been too long since
she’d felt the arousing touch of a lover. Since she’d felt his intimate kiss.
And against her will she found herself attracted to Brent.

The warmth of his breath, the
lapping of his tongue before it dove into her deeply, erased all other thoughts
or wants but what she was feeling at that moment.
Oh god!
She was already so close!

“This isn’t right,” she gasped. But
nothing had ever felt so good. He was rapidly tonguing her into an orgasm. She
arched beneath his mouth, her hands clenching into the sheets on either side of
her. It was that or
bury
her fingers in his hair to
hold him closer. When her panting picked up speed, his tongue picked up speed.

“Noooooooooooo!” she cried out,
unable to do anything but go with the fireball exploding through her twisting
body. It was the worse betrayal.
“Oh god!”
She took a
final deep breath and then expelled it, collapsing, drained. Her body convulsed
without control when Brent slowly withdrew his tongue.

He moved up her body and Sophie
closed her eyes. She couldn’t look at him just yet, totally humiliated that
she’d given in to him so easily. She could have fought him, voiced her protest
with a little more fire. Instead she’d let herself enjoy his kisses and
caresses. Now she had to face the consequences and what she was sure would be
victory on his face.

“You turned out to be a tasty little
treat, princess.”

“I hate you.”

Brent chuckled. “Just like a damsel
in distress,” he said with unexpected bitterness. “Be glad I didn’t expect
anything in return.”

And why hadn’t he? His cock was
still hard as steel against her. She felt him roll and opened her eyes to see
him reach for the nightstand drawer. His movement forced Sophie to shift with
him.
Is he reaching for a condom?

No. He opened the drawer and removed
a key.

“Trust me princess. If I had time
you’d still be under me and I’d fucking away at that sweet pussy until we both
came.”

Sophie’s eyes grew round.

“You gave yourself up without a
fight. Does Lord know you like variety?”

“I’ve never slept…” She cut herself
off, realizing what she was about to confess. Worried he would be able to read
the truth in her eyes, she dropped her gaze to his muscular chest. Oh my!
Visible in the crisp blanket of hair were the scratches she’d inflicted with
her nails.

A humorless grunt escaped Brent.
“Saving yourself for the big day so you can wear white? How do you think Lord
would react if he found out you just let another man tongue you into an orgasm
on what’s supposed to be your wedding day?”

Sophie felt her cheeks grow warm.
“How would you react?” She snapped right back. “I’m not here willingly. And
it’s not as if I ah, let you, ah, make love to me.”

“Complaining,
princess?”

His wicked grin caused Sophie’s
pulse to flutter, but she ignored it. “No, actually I’m relieved.” She realized
her mistake as soon as the words passed through her lips.

“You know, I never back down from a
challenge. And you should watch how you bait a man.” He pulled her up until
they were nose to nose.
“Especially a hungry one.”

Before Sophie could ask him what he
thought he was doing, he claimed her mouth in a rough kiss. She stiffened with
protest, only Brent ignored it. He continued to kiss her at his leisure,
totally ignoring the fact she was struggling to get away. She tried to ignore
the softness of his firm mouth, fairly alarmed that a response was slowly
rising from her belly.

His skilful mouth was seducing her
all over again, coaxing her into forgetting everything but the moment.

Her mouth turned soft beneath his,
opening to the thrust of his tongue like a flower blossoming under sunshine. A
whimper of surrender escaped her, echoing through the room as she eagerly
sampled the warmth behind his bottom lip, beneath the velvet softness of his
tongue. Their tongues battled in a dance as old as time, fueling their ardor.
The passion between them became as intense as a flame to dry wood on a hot
summer day, threatening to consume them if they let it.

Then, without warning, Sophie felt
his hand clench in the hair at the back of her neck. He jerked her away from
him as if discovering poison on her lips.

“What the fuck am I doing?” For a
startling moment, their stares met and clung. “I’m feeding right into your
hand, that’s what. How many women in the history of mankind have used their
feminine wiles to win a man over, just so they could destroy him?” he rasped
angrily, his chest rising and falling rapidly with every breath.

“Don’t you think it’s a little late
to be worrying about that now?” She held his gaze unflinchingly, even when it became
apparent he didn’t like what she said.

“Hell! This wasn’t part of the
plan.”

Sophie had no idea what he was
talking about. She was dazed with desire and trying not to let him see it.
Every nerve ending was tingling with sharp sensation. Being splayed out on top
of Brent was worse than any torture she could think of. She was very much aware
of her aching breasts smashed against his unyielding chest; of his warm breath
heating her face while she struggled to fill her own lungs. There wasn’t an
inch of Brent she wasn’t acutely aware of at that moment. Including the fact
his cock was like a rod of hard, hot steel against her.

“You’re nothing but trouble.”

“I’ll thank you to remember that,”
Sophie told him in a chilled tone, striving for normalcy under the
circumstances. Running her tongue over her swollen mouth, she was surprised to
discover she could taste him and the passion that had ignited between them.
“Are you done taking advantage of me?”

“You weren’t exactly fighting me,”
he reminded her. “Maybe you’ll learn to control your smart mouth.”

Sophie hauled off and slapped him,
catching them both unaware. She’d never struck anyone in her life and considered
resorting to physical violence of any kind as a weakness.

She was educated enough to know what
words to say that were the equivalent of any slap, only Brent’s mocking attitude
had pushed her beyond logical thinking. A muscle leapt in his hard jaw,
followed by a stony glint in his narrowing eyes, causing her to wonder what his
retaliation would be. She knew some men wouldn’t hesitate to strike back.

It seemed a long time passed before
he finally responded in a voice laced with steel, “Well, princess, there is
fire running in your veins after all. I was beginning to wonder what it would
take to get an honest reaction out of you.”

What, did he think she’d faked her
orgasm? “I don’t know what you mean.” She was still reeling over the fact he’d
made her lose control.

“Yes you do. You’ve been so busy
trying to act all prim and proper, you’ve forgotten what it feels like to let
your emotions rule your actions. Any other woman who found herself in this
situation would have fought me tooth and nail last night. You made kidnapping
you too damn easy.”

He was right, damn him. Pressing her
lips together with angry determination, she pushed against his chest trying to
squirm away. Within seconds, Sophie was free and moving next to him on the bed.
Her gaze roamed over his magnificent form as he stood, stretching as if he
didn’t have a care in the world.

His body made her think of a bronze
statue with not an ounce of spare flesh anywhere. The short sexy boxers fit
snug over his well-defined buttocks. She followed the length of his long,
sturdy Viking legs. She could easily imagine him standing on the deck of a ship
somewhere, his solid thighs braced against the wind.

Brent turned and caught her staring.
She dropped her stare before his steady gaze, cursing the telltale heat
staining her cheeks. After what just happened, she wasn’t in any mood to face
his smirk. In fact she felt the strong impulse to slap him a second time.