Caught Up In You. Roni Loren
release crashed over her, wrenching a sharp, keening cry from her throat. Her hips bucked against his hand, shamelessly seeking every bit of pleasure he was willing to bestow upon her, as she rode the wave of orgasm.
“That’s it,” he said, still holding her in place, though there was grit and strain in his voice. “So fucking gorgeous.”
She shuddered hard, and her breath came out in ragged gasps.
“Good girl,” he said softly, the two words holding pride, endearment.
And as if he knew the exact second where she couldn’t take anymore, he moved his hand away and eased her against him, pressing her forehead into his shoulder as she panted her way down from her peak. His fingers caressed her back, tracing her spine. But the relaxing move didn’t hide the fact that his erection was a prominent and insistent pressure against her hip.
“You okay?” he asked, brushing a gentle palm over the back of her head.
“I’m fantastic,” she murmured into the curve of his neck. She shifted her weight, languidly reaching down to clasp the hard ridge of his cock through his slacks. “Now it’s your turn, handsome.”
He grabbed her wrist, not roughly, but firmly enough to halt her movement. Startled, she sat back to face him, and he brought her hand to his mouth, kissing the inside of her wrist. “Tonight was for you.”
“But I want to make you feel good, too.” And that was the damn truth. She couldn’t wait to touch, to explore, to pleasure him. Her mouth watered at the thought of sliding down between his knees and taking that thick cock between her lips, to finally know what he tasted like.
“And that’s not your decision,” he said with a faint smile, though she could see he was more than tempted. His whole body was taut, tense—hungry. But he didn’t move. “We’ve made a lot of agreements tonight. Big agreements. I want you to have time to think this through before I take it any further.”
“You think I’m going to change my mind?”
He eased her off him, setting her against the arm of the couch and pressing a soft kiss to her mouth. “I hope you don’t, but tonight has been a whirlwind, and our judgment may be a little fogged with desire at the moment. I know mine always is when I’m around you.”
She smiled at that.
“We head out in a little over a week. I can be patient. I’ve waited this long to have you. Surely I’ll survive a few more days.”
She glanced down at this tented slacks, lifting an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”
He gave her a look that seemed to say touché. “I’m going to send a driver for you and a personal assistant to help you over the next few days. They’ll make sure you’re set up with everything you need for the trip.” She opened her mouth to protest, but he gave her don’t-even-try-it eyes. “And I don’t want to hear any reports of you arguing with them about me buying things for you. This is an important business function and, as my companion, there will be an expected level of dress. It’s my responsibility to provide that for you. If that feels wrong to you, you can give the stuff back after we’re done.”
She pressed her lips together and nodded.
“And you will come and stay with me at my home the Friday before we leave. We need to come up with a plan, a story of how we met, the little details that couples know about each other.”
“Okay.” Nerves fluttered in her belly as the haze of pleasure mellowed and reality set in. She was going to have to really work hard at pulling this off so she didn’t let Wyatt down in front of his colleagues. He was putting a lot of faith in her.
“And until then”—he put a knuckle beneath her chin—“you will not train with anyone, you will not pleasure yourself, and you will get some rest.”
The authoritative tone sent a soft hum through her veins. “Yes, sir.”
“And just so you know, I consider our arrangement, as temporary as it is, an exclusive one. I expect you to be faithful to me from now until the end of it. I don’t share.”
Her shoulders stiffened. Knowing that he was heading home turned on and pent up poked at her mind like bony fingers. Did he have some girl he saw on the side? He wasn’t dating anyone, but she doubted a man like Wyatt was a monk. She hated the crackle of jealousy working its way through her, but she couldn’t help it. “And you?”
The corner of his mouth lifted, as if amused by the question. “I would never disrespect you that way. The exclusivity goes both ways.”
She released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding on to.
“And if you change your mind about any of this …”
She reached out and grabbed his hand. “I’m not going to change my mind.”
He gave her fingers a squeeze. “’Til Friday, then.”
“’Til Friday.”
And with that, he gave her another gentle kiss and was gone.
The second the door closed behind him, the vacuum his absence left behind walloped Kelsey. It was as if all the warmth in the room had just disappeared. She grabbed the throw from the back of the couch and wrapped it around her shoulders. She’d lived alone for the last year and had enjoyed the solitude, but she had the instinctive urge to call after him. To ask him to stay here with her at the cabin. Something in her settled when he was close by.
And that terrified her more than anything had in a long time.
The last thing she needed was another addiction.
And Wyatt Austin was turning out to be a very, very tempting drug.
“You’re going to what?” Jace asked once he and Wyatt were back on the highway heading toward Dallas.
Wyatt leaned against the headrest, his body still buzzing with unreleased energy and his better judgment starting to sneak back in now that his head was clearing. “I know. She should’ve just taken the money.”
“Ha. That would’ve set up a nightmare of a trip. Her being on your arm all day as your girlfriend and then sharing your room at night, possibly your bed. You would’ve spent most of the trip jerking off in the shower to keep your hands off her. Sounds like fun for all.”
It would’ve been tortuous. But at least it would’ve been safer. “I don’t want to hurt her.”
“So don’t.” Jace glanced his way, headlights from a car coming in the opposite direction flashing across his features. “I know it’s been a long time for you, but you’re still a master of self-control. You’re not going to lose your shit and do something stupid. That’s my style, not yours. You know how to do this. Pay attention to her signals, sift out what her needs are, and then push her to her edge.”
Wyatt sighed and rubbed his eyes beneath his glasses. “I don’t know if I’m as calm and in control as you think.”
“Did you fuck her tonight?” Jace asked, shifting his gaze back to the road.
“No.”
“Would she have let you?”
“Yes.” And he’d wanted to. God, had he wanted to. “It wasn’t the right time.”
Jace gave a triumphant smile. “See. There you go. Proof positive you’ve still got it. Because believe me, not many men would walk away from a willing Kelsey LeBreck. That girl is temptation personified. I’ve seen male subs grovel at her feet for the mere privilege of serving her a glass of water.”
“She got on her knees for me, man,” Wyatt said, looking out the side window, almost talking to himself. “I was ready to say no, that there was no way I could do this, go down that