And my family had taken him in, treating him like a son. He certainly hadn’t wanted to remind me of just how close he was to Jaxon.
No wonder he was worried that someone might see us together.
But he hadn’t grown up with me and had certainly taken an oath to the family.
That made the desire for him that much stronger. And if I had to guess, I’d say he was experiencing the same feelings.
Hunger that had lingered in the air for years, unrequited and determined to be very wrong.
When to me, the thought, the deep cravings, and the wish seemed very right.
His nostrils flared and I found myself several feet away from him. He’d never been playful, at least not around me. So when he took a single step closer, grasping both ends of his tie around my neck, I shimmied my hips, never taking my eyes off him.
I managed to move in time to the beat as he slowly brought me toward him. We were playing a little dance that had nothing to do with the music. Somehow, we both knew that as soon as another line was crossed, it would be impossible to uncross it.
Yet here we were, tempting fate.
Now that I was closer, he began to move his hips in time to the music. He twisted the tie, holding the leash with one hand as he placed his other on my hip.
The sultry Latino music was perfect for our moods.
And our burning desire.
The dancing continued, but he was taking full control over me, finally moving in so that we were mere inches apart. I pressed one hand on his chest while sliding the other over his shoulder. Since I could remember, I’d always wanted to tangle my fingers in his hair. Now that I had the chance, I could honestly say I wasn’t disappointed.
His hair was thick and silky, so much so I longed to bury my face into it as he… Fucked me. All the filthy images I’d had about the man came roaring to life.
Being here with him and away from home felt right, as if we could still pretend to be anyone we wanted to be.
Although I honestly didn’t know what was so wrong with being entirely ourselves. While the dancing continued, we weren’t paying much attention to anything or anyone else around us. Iwas surprised to see him letting go, although I could tell he was keenly aware of everything going on around us. Always on duty.
Always protecting me.
I thought about what he’d said earlier in that he’d protect me with his life. While I had no doubt he would, the last thing I wanted was to test the scenario. We moved in time to the beat, playing off each other as the music turned darker, more sensual in nature.
The man had moves that I’d never thought existed, taking the lead and refusing to let it go. The tie remained a leash, a tether to someone who’d all but consumed me with his eyes. I was enthralled by the dark and dangerous look in his eyes, so protective.
So possessive.
For a little while, there was no one else in the club. I played my part, pretending to be a masked vixen, gyrating my hips to entice and torment. I could tell my actions were working, the thick bulge between his legs continually drawing my attention.
When the music turned even more provocative, I took the opportunity to alter my dance moves, placing both hands on his chest. I offered several naughty looks as I brushed my fingers down his carved abdomen, twisting my hips as I went. The moment I reached his thick leather belt, I licked my bottom lip before pursing both.
Donatello took a deep breath, now barely moving. I could tell by the look in his eyes he was both amused and irritated. My guess was his annoyance was based in his inability to touch me. Why not continue to tempt him? I was a very bad girl under the professional persona.
I continued crawling my hands down his hips while crouching down ever so slowly. All the while, I never took my eyes off him and certainly didn’t stop twisting my body back and forth in time to the beat.
His upper lip curled and for a few seconds, he indulged in his hunger by brushing the back of his hand across my cheek. I sensed another annoyance with me still wearing a mask, but I pulled my face away before he had a chance to rip it off. While wearing the mask, I could pretend I was someone else for just a little longer.
With my hands placed on the inside of his legs, I slowly brushed them up until I was maybe two inches away from his throbbing cock. Apparently, my teasing went too far. He slipped his arms under mine, tugging me to my feet. Given the force used, I was yanked against him, the full weight of his body pressed to mine.
Gasping, I laughed nervously as he slipped one hand down my back, cupping my bottom. Whether the move was intentional or simply to keep me steady I wasn’t certain, but he’d managed to press his cock against my stomach.
The moment was powerful, utter silence enveloping us with only the slight echo of my rapidly beating heart. He lowered his head, taking shallow breaths until our lips were so close I could easily dart my tongue out and taste him.
And dear God, I wanted to.
How many times had I thought about doing so? Dozens. Hundreds. I had to face facts. He was and always had been my fantasy man. No other guy had ever stood up to the image I had of Donatello in my mind.
