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Dane’s heart soared as those two words passed her lips. He wasted no time, sweeping her into his arms and striding down the hall. “Bedroom?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled his shirt. “First door on the right.”
God, she felt good in his arms. He’d ached for her. For days his body had been cold from the inside out, as if only she had the power to warm him. When he stepped into her bedroom, his gaze swept the room, taking in the king-sized bed with the white comforter and canopy. The walls were painted a pale peach and the curtains on the window had a little seashell pattern. Dane noticed a large painting of a tropical beach behind the headboard and a big seashell-shaped area rug on the floor. There were plants all over, all of them looked well loved. He didn’t know what he expected. Her living room with the soft, mauve couch and chair had been more along what he’d imagined Lydia’s apartment to look like. White walls and comfortable-looking furniture, but nothing that really hinted at the naughty minx he’d witnessed at his club. This little oasis was definitely a nice surprise. It told Dane a lot about the woman she attempted to keep hidden. “Your bedroom is pretty,” he murmured as he placed her on top of the white bedspread.
She scooted to the edge, letting her legs dangle over the side. “I’ve never been to the ocean, but I’ve always wanted to go.”
He had a feeling there were a lot of things his sweet Lydia had never done, and he couldn’t wait to introduce her to every decadent one of them. “I’ll take you to Cancun,” he promised as he took off her glasses and placed them on the table next to the bed. “We can eat lobster and make love on the beach. Would you like that, baby?”
“Dane.” Her whispered voice held a warning and Dane didn’t want to hear it. He leaned down and covered her lips with his own, stealing any further protests. She tasted like summer, soft and warm and inviting. He could drown in Lydia’s kisses. She clutched onto his shoulders, digging her little nails into his flesh through the cotton shirt. As she moaned, Dane took the kiss deeper, drawing her backward on the bed and covering her with his body. Her tongue came out, shyly exploring, and Dane opened, sucking it into his mouth. Lydia groaned and arched against him, her breasts flattening against his chest, driving out all sane thought. It wasn’t easy for him to lose control. He took pride in maintaining control in the bedroom, but Lydia went to his head quicker than whiskey.
He pulled back and muttered, “Clothes.”
Immediately Lydia grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged it upward. He started unbuttoning his dress shirt, watching as she exposed herself for him, one slow inch at a time. He knew she wasn’t intentionally trying to be seductive, but watching the pink T-shirt reveal her sexy slightly curved belly, caused Dane’s blood to pump hard and hot through his veins. As she exposed her breasts to his view, a haze of lust washed over him, driving out all else. He yanked, popping several buttons down the front of his shirt, and tossed it away. She stilled after her shirt hit the floor and bit her lip. Her plump breasts were a thing of beauty. Full, round and creamy, with little berry tips that he wanted to nibble on for hours. He ached to tie her breasts and spank them until they were a pretty shade of pink, then he’d fill her hot little pussy and drive them both over the edge.
Dane started to loosen his black leather belt, then stopped and waited to see if Lydia would continue her little striptease. Her gaze ate him up and, if he didn’t miss his guess, she was also holding her breath.
“Breathe, baby.” She flushed and let out a shuddering breath, her pretty tits jiggling. With her long dark hair spread out on the pillow beneath her, Dane thought she was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. “Finish it, Lydia.”
Her fingers shook as she untied the front of her sweatpants. Dane felt a trickle of sweat run between his shoulder blades. After he pulled his belt free and laid it on the bed, he quickly finished undressing. With slow precise movements, Lydia slid her sweats down her thighs, revealing a pair of sheer red panties. He could easily see her dark curls. Dane inhaled, smelling her wet heat. Christ, he wanted to taste her. It had driven him crazy watching Trent lick at her sweet honey.
Dane clutched Lydia’s waist and slid her farther onto the bed, then straddled her. With his hands at either side of her head, caging her in, he growled, “The other night you weren’t made to submit. This time I want to give you a taste of what it means to be dominated. Do you trust me, Lydia?”
She closed her eyes and whispered, “Yes.”
Dane wrapped a hand around her throat and gently squeezed. Her eyes popped open and both of her hands flew to his, intent on dragging his fingers away from her vulnerable neck. “Trust, Lydia. Drop your hands.” Lydia stared for long seconds but finally relented. He smiled down at her and released her. “Good girl.” Dane leaned down and licked a spot just behind her ear, then let his tongue travel downward, tasting a potent mix of cinnamon and woman.
“Dane.”
Hearing her huskily whisper his name made his cock achingly hard. He took his journey farther south until he reached the swell of her breast. “Cup it for me,” he ordered. When she didn’t obey, Dane leaned back and wrapped his fingers around it, then smacked the hard tip.
She jumped. “Dane!”
“Next time do as I say. I won’t repeat the commands, Lydia. You do everything I say without question. Understood?”
She frowned up at him, that tempting defiant streak ever present. He spanked her breast again, this time a little harder. “I asked a question, sub.”
“Yes.” Her voice wasn’t quite steady when she muttered, “I understand.”
He smiled, his heart swelling. He could become addicted to Lydia’s special blend of defiance and submission. It was what every dom craved. A strong, independent woman outside the bedroom, but a sweet little submissive between the sheets.
“Does your nipple hurt, Lydia? And be honest with me.”
She glowered at him. “Not exactly.”
She was clearly confused by her own reaction. “What does it feel like to have this pretty tit spanked?” He squeezed, drawing another moan from between her lips. “Does that little sting make your clit throb, baby?”
“You’re driving me crazy, Dane,” she tossed back.
He chuckled. “Good, then I’m not alone here.” He dipped his head and licked the hard bud, easing the slight sting, before sucking it into his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue and Lydia whimpered, digging her fingers into his hair, clutching his scalp. He continued teasing and nipping before he moved to the other swollen nipple and lavished it with the same avid attention.
He traveled kisses down her ribcage to her belly before dipping his tongue into the little indentation there. She writhed beneath him and Dane let a low growl loose. He lifted his head and stared at the arousal in her eyes, the pretty flush of her cheeks. “You’re beautiful, Lydia. Such a lovely submissive, and all mine.”
“Dane, please,” she pleaded. “I need you so badly.”
He cupped her mound through the panties. They were drenched with her passion. “Shh, I know. But let me take my time. I need to savor this sweet body.”
