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She raised her head to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark with intention as he hovered there between her thighs, looking up the length of her body. She held his eye contact and brought her hands to her breasts, cupping and sliding her hands over her wet, sticky skin. She knew how to do this for effect, to put on the dancer show, but she had no desire to fake it with Wyatt. So instead she touched where she needed and how she wanted, pinching and plucking at her nipples until they were pulsing in time with her clit. Then, lifting her head higher and arching her back, she grabbed her breast and did something she’d only ever tried in private. She dragged the tip of her tongue over her own nipple, tasting the chocolaty remnants. Wyatt’s groan echoed off the high ceilings of the kitchen.
“You are the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” He held her thighs wide, his grip tight and his voice lowering. “You keep this up, and I’m not going to want to let you go at the end of this trip. I’ll be cuffing you to my bed so I can keep you.”
Her eyes squeezed shut and her hand fell away from her breast as startled alarm went through her. No. He wasn’t supposed to say things like that. He wasn’t supposed to make this more than it was. But before she could react further or respond to Wyatt’s declaration, he lowered his head and buried his face between her legs, his lips and tongue hitting her exactly where she needed.
She bucked against him, moaning, as he lit up her nervous system with his tongue. Thoughts emptied out of her head. All that was left was the mind-bending ecstasy he was giving her with his relentless, sensual ministrations. Breaking the rules, she reached down and threaded her fingers in his silky dark hair, her hips now rocking in rhythm with him, riding the pleasure. His nose nuzzled her clit as his tongue delved inside her fully, in and out in an erotic slide. Fucking her with his mouth.
She couldn’t hold it back or stop the pressure from building. And when he returned his full attention to her clit and buried his fingers inside her, everything burst through her like a flash of light. The table rattled beneath her as a shout tore from her throat and her body rode the waves of her orgasm.
He held her against his mouth, not letting up until her first peak had passed and another was building on its heels. Then when she was about to go over again, he rose up, grabbing at her thighs and yanking her ass to the edge of the table. Before she could take another breath, he slipped on the condom and pushed inside her, his cock thick and hot, stretching her without mercy.
“Again,” he demanded, thrusting into her with delicious brutality. “Come for me again. I want to feel you.”
She didn’t need the order. Her body was already charging up the next mountain. She wasn’t even sure the first orgasm had ever stopped. Her nails cut crescents into her palms and she cried out again, pleasure pulsing through her and her sex clasping around Wyatt.
He came along with her, and the world felt like it was spinning off course beneath her as he held on to her tight.
He’d said he might not want her to leave.
He wasn’t supposed to say things like that.
He wasn’t supposed to make her feel this way.
No, no, no . . .
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Wyatt scanned through a report on his laptop and tried to make sense of the week’s numbers, something under normal circumstances he could do in his sleep. But this was the third time he’d been through the same report since the company jet had taken off, and he still hadn’t processed any of the information. His attention kept straying to the woman playing possum in the seat across the aisle from him. Kelsey had reclined her chair fully and had turned her face away, claiming she was tired from getting up so early.
But no one slept with a white-knuckled grip and breathing that shallow.
She’d admitted to him before getting on the plane that she’d never flown before and that she was nervous. He’d offered her a glass of wine to help her relax, but she’d quickly declined it. Now she was clearly going the try-to-tough-it-out-in-silence mode.
God, he was a mindless idiot. This morning in the kitchen he’d made the egregious error of speaking before thinking, which was something he thought he’d trained out of himself. But apparently when he was in the midst of fucking a beautiful woman on his kitchen table, his filter went to shit. He’d voiced his in-the-heat-of-the-moment desire to cuff her to his bed and keep her.
Fucking brilliant.
File that under Things You Should Never Ever Say To a Woman Whose Been Held Fucking Captive. He’d wanted to beat his head against the wall when he’d realized what he said. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
And it’d sent Kelsey into retreat mode as soon as she’d floated down from her orgasm. He’d tried to apologize, but she’d waved him off as if it hadn’t mattered. Sure.
Now, instead of allowing him to help her through her fear of flying, she’d shut him out with faux sleeping. He needed to fix this fast. Otherwise, they’d never pull off this sham. He needed her fully into this and feeling safe with him if they had any chance at this working. And beyond that, he hated feeling like he’d scared her in some way.
He tapped a few keys on his keyboard and kept his eyes on the screen. “I know you’re awake over there, so I’m going to talk and you’re going to listen.”
She didn’t move.
“What I said in the kitchen was so out of line I can’t even begin to apologize. It was off the cuff, and I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
She remained still for a long moment, and he wondered if she was going to keep up the act. But finally she shifted infinitesimally, keeping her eyes closed, but letting him know she’d heard him. “It didn’t scare me like you think. Davis never said anything like that to me. He kidnapped me because he wanted the information I had. His obsession was with my sister. When he raped me, he told me how repulsed he was by me and blamed me for tempting him with my whorish body. He wouldn’t even touch me without wearing surgical gloves because I was so dirty. The silver lining is that it meant he wore condoms.”
Wyatt sucked in such a harsh breath, it felt as if his ribs would crack. Christ. The things she’d gone through . . .
She turned her head toward him, her expression tired. “He didn’t want to keep me, he wanted to hurt me, kill me. I know you’re not like him. You’re the opposite. When you dominate me, you . . . cherish.”
He did. Because he knew she was the most beautiful, precious thing he’d ever had the privilege of touching, but he didn’t say that aloud. In his gut he knew that wouldn’t be well received right now. Any attempt at tenderness or sympathy in this moment and she’d shut down. “Then what was it that upset you this morning?”
She shook her head, a sadness there. “Because we agreed this is temporary. What you said . . .”
