Wicked Games - Moon Kissed Part 8

A dash of his tongue to the underside of her upper lip stirred up a pleasure-drenched moan from Bella.

"Angry you succ.u.mbed?" he asked against her mouth.

"When do I get to boss you around?"

"Whenever you wish, I shall do as you command. Except leave or stop watching out for you."

"Anything I ask?"

"Within the realm of the possible. I'll not humiliate myself for you, so don't ask me to do something silly." The brush of his beard across her collarbone drew a sigh from her. "And just so you know, I prefer anything having to do with touching you and making you feel good."

She did, too. But what could she ask of him? What dare she ask of him? This was a fantasy come true. Only, she'd never fantasized about a paranormal lover. Just a commanding one. A man sure of himself and what he could do for her.

And wasn't that the opposite of how she envisioned herself? Bella Reynolds, strong, capable, not about to take s.h.i.+t from anyone.

Unless he asked with that mischievous glint to his eyes.

He still leaned over her. She touched the base of his neck where the fine hairs flowed down and across his chest. She twirled her fingertip among them, liking the silky play of them across the whorls of her skin. He stretched his neck, as if he were a cat coaxing her to stroke him.

"You like that?" she asked.

"I should not admit this, but your touch...It gentles me."

She liked the sound of that. Of taming a wild and wicked stranger. Because she still considered him a stranger.

Heck, she didn't know his full name. By now she should have looked him up on Google. Was Severo even a name? It was probably his last name. She couldn't decide if she wanted to know his whole name. Might spoil the adventure, which, he'd correctly guessed, she loved so much.

"Take off your s.h.i.+rt," she decided. Bella grinned, savoring the empowerment she hadn't thought he would allow her.

The small black b.u.t.tons slid from their slots faster than she thought possible. s.h.i.+rt abandoned on the ground before the lounge chair, her wicked stranger smiled in antic.i.p.ation and waited for direction.

This was too easy. This wasn't empowerment. The man was just plain h.o.r.n.y. He'd strip naked for her if she asked.

However, nothing was wrong with a better view of this guy's ripped body. She ran her fingers across his chest, raking her nails over his tiny rigid nipples. He clenched his jaw and gave her quick kisses to her chin and at her earlobe.

"I've never touched a man with chest hair before. I like it. It's so masculine."

"Your touch renders me hungry for more, sweet. What is your next command?"

"Hmm, take off my s.h.i.+rt," she said, sliding up a knee to hug his hip. "And that's it for tonight. Deal? s.h.i.+rts off, nothing else."

"Second base. I can live with that."

"You'd better not make me regret it."

"Never."

She lifted her arms as he tugged off her T-s.h.i.+rt. The air swirled across her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s, only to be quickly replaced by his hot mouth on her nipple.

Arching her back lifted her breast up against his mouth, and he answered her plea with insistent suckling and a gentle tweak to the other one with his thumb.

"Your b.r.e.a.s.t.s are gorgeous. I could feast upon them all day and night and never wish for more."

"Sweet talker, you. Oh, mercy, that's good. That tongue of yours makes me tingle all over."

"Tingles are for amateurs. I'm going to make you come, sweet."

"But we agreed second base was it."

"I don't need to go further." He lashed his tongue across her nipple and dipped his head to the left to pay the other breast its due.

"Mmm, your b.r.e.a.s.t.s fit my hands as if they were made for them. I like them this size. Small yet so round."

With a hand behind her back, he lifted her and pressed her groin against his. The intense tugging and laving at her nipples sent exotic s.h.i.+vers scurrying through her body in all directions. He alternated between quick laps with the pointed tip of his tongue and long, sweeping tastes all about her rigid flesh.

Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were so sensitive to a man's touch, but more so at Severo's attentions. Bella felt his tongue all the way through her body as the delicious sensations traveled up, down and everywhere in between.

He dizzied her with his talent. And he was making her so wet that she clenched her thighs to capture the feeling, to increase the intensity that hummed there.

"Yes, squeeze your thighs together to make it happen, sweet. Come for me."

No man had ever talked to her like that. But the words sounded so s.e.xy coming out in his husky voice and in a wanting, deep tone that hummed against her flesh.

Pus.h.i.+ng her fingers through his hair, she dug in and tugged.

He laved across her nipple slowly. "Hot and...receptive. G.o.d, you are so sensitive, Bella. Do you feel this in your-?"

He used a word that startled her yet at the same time made her gasp with desire. Because he was right on target. The man knew what his touch was capable of. He could make her come merely by- Could he? She might have an o.r.g.a.s.m if he slicked his tongue a little to the right.A soft nip at the outer edge of her areola was what did it.

Bella cried out as an o.r.g.a.s.m utterly blindsided her and swept her up. Her body shook beneath his powerful torso. His hands glided across her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He kissed them slowly, dragging his tongue around them and then up to her mouth, where he caught her surrendering sigh in his mouth.

Bella clung to him, gripping his hard muscles, as if letting go would make her fall endlessly.

He let out a smirking chuff next to her ear. "You've never come that way before, have you?"

"Are you kidding? That was amazing. How'd you do that?"

"You're very sensitive to my touch."

"No s.h.i.+t. Oops."

He smiled against her breast. "You don't use language like that, do you?"

"Never."

"Do the things I say offend you?"

"A little. No. I mean, they sound good the way you say them. Oh." She moaned again, catching a lingering wave of o.r.g.a.s.m.

Muscles languid, she melted in his strong embrace.

"I like the sound of your pleasure. You cry out to the heavens. Feel how hard you've made me?"

Despite her resolve to stay planted on second base, she reached down and stroked his hardness through the snug leather pants.

Bella wanted to feel him. To stroke him. To give him return pleasure.

She unzipped his pants, but he caught her hand in a clutch. "What happened to second base?"

"I think I slid over the plate. I want to touch, to feel you."

"You can't just touch, sweet. You know how things work. You're a big girl."

"And you're a big boy."

He growled and gave her a bite on the neck, softened with his lips stretched over his teeth. "Very well, but you were the one to break the rules. I want that one to go on the record. Aaah."

She gripped his erection and tugged it out from the tight confines of his pants. He s.h.i.+fted his hips and pushed down his pants to offer her easier access.

He was big and Bella delighted at the feel of the soft velvet skin. It was like suede covering steel. The smooth head snuggled against her palm as she stroked over it lightly, gauging the funny little bobs and jerks it made with her every touch.

"You'd better mean business," he hissed at her ear. He nipped the lobe and sucked it hard. He pinched her nipple.

Bella gripped her prize firmly and stroked up and down. Flesh shrugged along the hard column. He breathed heavily against her neck, loving her work, which she knew from his lack of commands or comments.

Severo pressed both hands to the chair arm over her head. The flimsy wicker creaked. She didn't stop. And he met her eyes, branding her with his deep, dark intensity, which still managed to frighten her, yet also gave her confidence.

She stroked the beast, taming him to her command. He loved it. He touched her with his eyes. Pleading. Thanking. Promising.

Daring.

Shudders racked his immense shoulders, and as he came, he maintained eye contact. His seed warmed her belly, over and over.

When he was finished, he reached for a towel and wiped off her stomach, then tossed it aside and collapsed on top of her.

"I like third base the best," he said on a satisfied huff. "Your turn?"

"I've already had a turn. That was..."

"Worth doing again?"

And again. The weight of him upon her made her giddy. This powerful man was so relaxed and comfortable with her. A man who was more than human.

"I hate to be a spoilsport, but I'm meeting Seth tonight. I probably should get ready."

"You have a date?"

"It's not a date. It's a 'what the h.e.l.l are you doing dating a vampire?' kind of meeting with my friend."

"And what if he asks about your werewolf?"

"I'm not dating you. You are not mine."

"No, but we're involved in something here, Bella." He stroked her neck like a cat. The sticky head of his p.e.n.i.s nudged her belly.

"This is not two people being casual."

"You're my protector."

"And you-" he bent to kiss each breast and smoothed his hand down her stomach and adjusted his new erection so that it lay straight along her belly "-are my destroyer."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"It's a good destruction, trust me. I want it over and over, if you'll give it. But I'm not sure about you going anywhere alone. It's night. Will you allow me to escort you?"

"Do I have an option?"

Seth expected only her. But if Severo's guess about Seth's girlfriend siccing vampire slaves on her was anywhere near correct, then she'd like to have him along for support.

You want the werewolf to go along because you're not ready to say goodbye to him.

How could she after what they'd just shared?

Chapter 7.

S he'd dressed s.e.xy to meet her friend Seth. A body-hugging black top and skirt with white polka dots decorating the double layer of ruffles at the hem. Bella claimed it was her dance-practice skirt. Whatever it was, it showed every curve!She'd tugged her hair into a sleek ponytail that emphasized her sharp cheekbones and narrow face. And her eyes were all dark and smoky with makeup.

Severo wanted to eat her alive, suck her until she moaned for him to stop. He wanted to feel those short, glossy fingernails dig into his muscles again and to capture her climaxing cry in his mouth.

G.o.d, he loved holding her body when it shuddered beneath him.

But she gave him the excuse that she had to dance at the club this evening, after she met with Seth. Part of her dance-cla.s.s requirements.

They strolled along the boulevard, heading toward the Moonstone. He knew it was a family diner that served well past midnight.

Steaks, fries and lots of grease. Heart attack on a plate. His kind of watering hole.

"So I'm not invited to watch you dance?" he asked.

"You can come along if you like."

"But you'd rather I not."