Tempted by Trouble

chapter SEVENTEEN


Three candles were lit around the bedroom. Matt poured one glass of wine. “Drink,” he said. “I’ll hold the glass.”

Their gazes met, and he patiently waited while she sipped, emptying the glass. He poured more wine, lifted the glass and drained the wine.

Standing before her, wanted to bury his head in the curve of her neck and tell her … what?

He poured another glass and set it on the nightstand. F*ck, his emotions had become a spiked rope tying up his insides.

“Strip for me. Like you did the other night.” His voice was rough. He backed up without taking his eyes from her, and he felt his cock thicken. “Let your hair down. That’s it. Now, shake it out.” His legs hit the edge of the chair and he folded into the seat.

“Take off that tiny thing you’ve got on. No. Don’t cheat. Button by button.”

Her eyes went wide, her chin trembled, and she reached for her camisole. Every shirt she wore seemed to have a hundred tiny buttons and this time he’d finally enjoy how long it took her to shed her clothing.

She looked up at him, her shirt open, revealing a leopard print bra underneath. “Take the shirt off,” he whispered.

“Your skirt … remove it.” God, he wanted to touch her. He scrubbed his hand over his face; her breasts, high on her chest, half-covered by lingerie, teased his imagination.

She unzipped the skirt and waited for his next command.

“Drop it.” He gripped the armrests. The material hit the floor, leaving him breathless.

In the dimness, her skin was bathed in golden light, smooth perfection, lithe, curved marble. In heels and lingerie, this image of Carolina was branded into his brain. So many images, he swore, and pushed them aside. “Turn around for me.”

Oh, shit, she wore a thong and her ass was spectacular, framed for his view.

“Stop. Take off your bra.” She glanced over her shoulder, biting her lip. Her hair swished, then swayed behind her. Sweet agony.

Without warning, his cock responded to the image before him, throbbing, aching for relief. He was tempted to tug on his cock, and stroke himself. Instead, he didn’t fight being tormented. Sensing this would be his future, he let himself become versed in what his life would be like without her.

“Let it fall and slowly turn for me, baby.” His voice deepened, stretched tight, near breaking.

Carolina’s nipples were hidden under her hair, forcing a primal growl from his throat. “Raise your hands above her head. Oh, sweetheart, like that, move your hair away. Touch your nipples, Carolina; think of me sucking each one.”

Her breasts were already sensational globes that tempted a monk. Now her tits lifted, moving erotically as she feathered her fingers, catching them in between two scissored fingers. She enclosed her nipples and pulled her hands forward. Her nipples puckered, and she held each perfect breast out to him. He had to close his eyes for a second, after nearly going out of his mind.

His voice came out hoarse and rougher than before. “Remove your thong, Sweet Jesus. You drive me crazy.” He gasped. Blinking hard, he swallowed.

She smiled. He hadn’t noticed when he f*cked her before that she’d shaved herself, leaving only two thin strips of hair on either side of her p-ssy. F*ck. He nearly came instantaneously “Are you trying to drive me crazy.” He inhaled a serrated breath. “Sit on the edge of the bed. Spread your legs, and open up your p-ssy lips for me.”

He leaned forward, following her every move. She spread herself for him. She was pink, glistening, ready for his cock. He’d already memorized the feel of her skintight lips wrapped around his dick, hot and smoldering, his perfect glove.

“Matt, I want you. F*ck me, babe.”

“Soon, baby. Do this for me.” Her finger dipped between swollen folds.

“Pinch your *. Do it. Rub yourself. Think of my mouth on you. I want to suck you and plunge my tongue up into you. F*ck you with my fingers. But don’t come. Not yet.”

His voice was evaporating, leaving him speechless. Her fingers pushed inside of her opening and she whimpered. The sound of her voice pushed him over the edge. The things he had in mind. Christ.

Watching Carolina stroke and finger-f*ck herself. He was off the seat and by the time he reached the bed, his dick felt as though he was about to come apart from the inside out.

The room was filled with their breathing. He caressed her high cheekbones, then downward, over the curve of her jaw. He inhaled, wanting so much from this woman.

“Carolina.” Her name slipped off his tongue, bittersweet agony for all she meant to him. For all he kept inside.

“Touch me with your hands.” He wanted to feel her on him. His cock throbbed. The tip dripped.

Her fingers grazed him, pulling a shudder from deep within his body. He threaded his fingers through her hair, wrapping long strands around his hands, cupping the back of her head. He tilted her head back and leaned over, taking possession of her mouth. Claiming what was his, he traced the seam of her lips. He inhaled her mouth, his tongue roamed over her lips and stopped against her teeth.

The little minx tensed her jaw.

He tore his mouth from her lips. “Open for me, Carolina.”

“Make me.” Her fiery gaze set a torch to his desire.

“You don’t want me to f*ck you without mercy. Baby, this isn’t the time to throw the gauntlet.”

“No. I think it is.” She pushed against his chest, her nails began to claw against his skin. He took hold of her wrists; she fought him and he held her firmly, bringing his lips to the inside of one of her wrists and then the other. He inhaled her fragrance and she twisted, raising her leg, and almost kneeing him in the groin.

“What do you care?” she demanded. “If you want me to give myself to you, then you’ll have to come and get what you want, lover.” Both of them were panting. Her eyes were azure flames. She licked her lip, where a tiny droplet of blood had formed. He released her hands, ran his thumb over her bottom lip. Their eyes met.

His heart thudded heavy in his chest. “I want you. Damn it. Isn’t that enough?”

Her eyes sparkled, liquid fury and pain mixed together. Her skin was flushed. “Yes. It is enough.”

“Move to the center of the bed, Carolina. You agreed I could do what I wanted for one night. Well it’s hardly over.” He went inside his closet and returned to the bed, carrying four neckties. Her eyes followed him. “Trust me?”

“Always.”

He traced a line from her chin down between her breasts, to her navel, stopping and swirling his finger around her navel “God, you’re so sexy.”

His fingers continued to move, lower over her public bone and stopped. She twisted, moving her hips. “The rule tonight,” he whispered. “I’m in control.” He removed his fingers and she groaned softly.

“Spread your arms over your head. Baby, open your legs wide for me. Good girl.” He tied one end of the silk tie around her wrist. “I’m good at knots, these won’t move.”

He caressed her beautiful skin with his thumb. He threaded the other end around the headboard spindle and tied another square knot. He repeated the action, securing her ankles and her other arm. She was spread eagle on his bed. His for the night.

Matt began with dragging his tongue up from her ankle. Lazily he moved, aware of where her sensitive spots were located. Without hesitating, he took hold of her hips and by the time his head reached the top of her thighs, she moaned.

From his vantage point, her cunt was fully exposed, slick smooth folds quivering. He inhaled her scent of woman; spring, and something earthy, sensual, erotic. The light flickered casting sexy shadows over her curves and hollows as he licked the skin down her thigh, his cock pulsed dangerously. Pressing his fingers between her lips, he opened her to him, claiming her p-ssy with his mouth. Arching wildly, she pressed against his face as he sucked her *; her pearl was hard and he scraped his teeth across her bud.

This time, he’d make certain she’d never forget him and he didn’t stop lapping her slit until she swore and twisted, tugging, and convulsed. Savoring every one of her gasps and moans, he plunged his tongue into her p-ssy, tasting her as she clenched around his mouth. F*ck, she was coming.

“Carolina.” His voice was harsh, and he spoke between clenched teeth. “I expressly told you not to come. You’ve disobeyed me, sweetheart, when I was f*cking crystal clear.”

Her eyes were wide in shock. “Just a little,” she whispered.

“Sweet Jesus, I’ll discipline your ass later. Right now, I’m going to f*ck. For me, since you’ve been selfish.”

Matt pushed up and moved over her. He came down between her legs. This time he’d do what he wanted; he drove into her. One hard thrust, and her p-ssy muscles gripped him, pulsing; he hauled back and slammed into Carolina again. He wanted to brand her memory of him, only him. F*ck, if he couldn’t make her stay, at least, he could make her remember him. He thrust hard into her, diving, driving, slamming. He rocked his hips back only to slam into her again. And again. Over and over. Slam-rock-pump. Slam-rock-slam.

He pushed up, wanting to watch her face. F*ck, she was gorgeous and sexy. He let loose, a snarl escaping from his lips, his hips picked up the beat. Carolina thrashed against the ties. “Matt, I can’t stop. I’m almost there.”

“Hold on, baby, we’re almost there.” He didn’t relent. His fingers tightened on her ass and he f*cked her with wild abandon. “Carolina, come for me. Come all over my cock.”

She yelled his name, her voice a rasp of sound.

He rammed himself into her, thrusting, and moving. His climax rolled over his body, a thundercloud formed and the skies opened up; he burst, one, two, three times, releasing a hot shower into Carolina.

This time he didn’t hold anything back and instead of being spent, his whole being filled up, topped off. He let go and let her in. He kissed her sweet yielding mouth. He untied her wrists and ankles and gathered her body around him. He wrapped her in his arms. Hot tears splattered against his chest.

“Did I hurt you?” he whispered.

“No. I don’t know why I’m crying. You were amazing.”

He kissed her again, whispering against her hair. Spreading his arms over her shoulders, he tucked her against his body.

“Sleep,” he whispered against her cheek. He laid her head on the pillow and came down next to her. He wiped away her tears. “This doesn’t have to be the end of us.”

“What are you saying?”

“I don’t want you upset.” His tongue was a wooden plank that refused to say the words in his heart. Tell her. He kept silent.

She closed her eyes, one tear slipped out. He watched it move and then captured the drop onto his palm and squeezed his hand shut.