FOURTEEN
“I’M SORRY SAMSON WASSUCH a dick in there,” said Luke when he had them both settled in the car. “Not that you needed my help dealing with him.”
He’d taken her hand again. It shocked the hell out of him. He was usually a sexual man not an inherently affectionate one, but he found he wanted the connection to Claire. Even if he wasn’t comfortable with what that might mean.
“It wasn’t the first time. It won’t be the last,” she said, shrugging her shoulders.
As grateful as he was that she wasn’t upset, he hated that she was so used to men treating her like a pretty object and not a business woman that the idiot’s behavior hadn’t even been a big deal.
She glanced over at him, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “It’s okay. Really. I appreciate you trying to protect me. It was sweet, but I didn’t want an asshole like that to ruin your night. This way he can be mad at me, and it won’t have to affect your business dealings. But I’m not sure why you’d want to work with him.”
“He’s probably going to be more upset about the broken nose than you getting the better of him. Although that was a thing of beauty.”
“You broke his nose?” She pulled her hand away, turning to face him, the concern etched on her beautiful face. “Not because of what he said to me?”
“Because of what he said to me.” He reached over, reclaiming her hand and brought it to his lips. “It’s done. Let it go. I’m not letting him have any more of our night.”
She looked at him and he could almost see the wheels turning, but if she wanted to say something, she thought better of it. He tugged her closer, and she slid across the seat nestling herself against his chest. Claire, warm soft and pliant in his arms was a definite step in the right direction. The only thing better would be naked underneath him in his bed.
He cupped her face with his hand, tipping up her chin so he could gaze down into her clear eyes.
“You took my breath away tonight. There wasn’t a man in place that could keep his eyes off you.” When she tried to look away, this fierce, confident woman suddenly shy, he held her in place, pinning her with his gaze. “You don’t have any idea how beautiful you are, do you?”
He’d been watching her all day, oblivious to the attention she garnered. Men noticed her everywhere they went. From the tired fathers chasing kids at the museum to the businessmen at lunch, she collected covert glances and outright hungry stares wherever they went. Man after man, he’d met their looks with a territorial glare, making it clear to all of them that she was off limits. After Andre worked his magic it had only gotten worse. He’d enhanced the natural beauty that Claire wore so effortlessly. The fact that she had no idea of the havoc she was causing just made her that much sexier.
He was done sharing her. For tonight, at least, she was his, and he planned on enjoying every single inch of her. Touching, teasing, tasting what the other men only dreamed of.
The car stopped in front of the building, and the doorman held the door for them as Luke led Claire inside. As soon as the door to the private elevator closed behind them, he hauled her against him, steadying her when she stumbled on her heels, and claimed her mouth with his. There was no delay in her response. He didn’t have to coax her. She met him, opening for him, seeking out his tongue with hers. That she was ready for him and wanted him as much as he wanted her stripped him of the last of his control.
Sliding his hands down her body, he reached for the hem of her dress and pulled the silky material up over her hips. He slipped his fingers under the scrap of lace covering her sex and groaned when he found her wet for him. All for him.
Before he could explore her slick seam, he felt her hand unfastening his belt. Determined not to lose control with her again, he pulled his fingers from her panties and caught her roving hands with his much larger one. As he cuffed her wrists with his hand, he yanked his belt from his pants. The snap of leather made her gasp and he couldn’t hide his grin. He hadn’t discovered any of her limits. Claire was a continuous surprise. There were so many delicious possibilities for what he’d like to do with her, do to her.
“Hold still, sweetheart.” He watched as she chewed on her bottom lip, and his already hard cock throbbed. But she held still, letting him loop the belt around her wrists. He wound the belt tight and handed her the tail end. “No matter what, don’t let go.”
He kissed her hard, capturing her gasp with his mouth as he pushed her panties to the side and slid his fingers through her delicate folds, slick with her arousal. Behind them he heard the elevator door ding open. When he pulled his hand away this time, her whimper was audible. He grabbed a hold of her bound hands and guided her off the elevator and through the door to the penthouse stopping in the entryway.
“Don’t move,” he warned, letting go of her hands and walking around to her back.
He unhooked her dress and slid the zipper down, revealing inch after inch of pale skin, tracing the smooth curve of her spine with the backs of his fingers. Her skin pebbled in the wake of his touch and her breath hitched. Sliding the green silk down over her hips, he held her arms, steadying her as she stepped out of the puddle of her dress. He unclasped her bra, letting it fall to join the discarded dress.
With a feather light touch, he stroked her back, loving the way her mouth drifted open and her breath came in shallow gasps. He reached around her, sliding his hands down her arms and lifting her bound hands above her head. She bent her arms at the elbow so her wrists rested against the back of her head.
The position raised her breasts so that her already tight nipples jutted out. Moving to the front of her body, he slid his fingers along the curves of her breasts, cupping them with his hands. She kept her gaze locked on him, her green-flecked eyes impossibly intense as he lowered his lips and suckled her, drawing the puckered flesh in his mouth. Molding her with his lips and tongue. She arched, pressing her breasts forward, and he let his teeth graze over her sensitive peak.
By the time, he’d finished the process with her other nipple, he could tell she was having trouble staying upright in her heels. Hooking his thumbs in the delicate scrap of lace, he yanked and ripped her panties from her body, smiling at her softly gasped “oh.”
He led her a few feet to the large square ottoman and helped her lay down on it, her head and bound hands hanging off one side and her stocking clad legs off the other. Adjusting his aching hard on so he could sit on the floor between her legs, he pushed her thighs open wide, baring her sex to his hungry gaze. She lay stretched out before him like some kind of erotic feast and that’s exactly what he intended to do.
He nibbled on her stocking clad inner thighs, pinning them open with his hands when Claire started to squirm. Licking along the crease where her legs met her body, he teased her smooth sensitive skin, pausing occasionally to blow across her damp curls. When her hips were bucking up to meet him in spite of his grip on her thighs, he lowered his mouth and licked from her opening to her swollen clit. He circled the tight bundle of nerves before spearing the tip of his tongue into her wet pussy.
Back and forth, he moved his tongue over her sweet flesh, suckling her labia and teasing the opening to her tight channel. She whimpered and twisted with the pleasure of it, but he kept her pinned in place forcing her to endure his delicious onslaught. When her legs started to tremble under his hands, he drew her clit into his mouth and sucked hard.
“Fuck God yes,” she groaned, bucking and writhing as the orgasm rolled over her.
He didn’t stop. He kept his mouth on her swollen clit, licking and sucking the overly sensitive bud as her groans turned to cries of pleasure riding the edge of pain.
“Keep your legs spread, sweetheart, or I will tie you open and you’ll have no choice but to take what I give you.”
