Page 76 of Seize Me

Tony cocked his head as both brows arched in disbelief.Strutting past Alisa, he rounded the coffee table and leaned in close.“Little subs who play with firewillget burned.”

“Maybe, but I’m safe here,” I taunted in his ear as he lifted me off the couch into his arms.

“Good night, Ma,” Tony called over his shoulder as he snagged up the duffle and carried me up the stairs.

“Sweet dreams,” Alisa hollered after us.

Once at the top of the stairs, Tony laughed.“You think just because we’re not supposed to make love that I’m not going to fuck with you long and hard?”A wicked gleam flashed in his dark eyes.

I gasped, “Wha…but you can’t.You just promised your mother…”

“Do you really think I follow my mother’s rules, angel?Besides, I can think of a hundred different ways to fuck you with my throbbing cock safely straining against my jeans.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” I whispered tersely as he turned the handle and kicked open a door at the end of the hall.

The evil laugh that peeled from his throat sent a ripple of nervous desire up my spine.

“Wanna bet, sweetheart?”Tony chuckled as he gently sat me on the edge of a big, soft bed.

I shook my head.Around the room, dozens of sports achievements hung on the walls.An enormous bookcase crammed with trophies stood near a polished oak desk.Awards for football, baseball, basketball, and soccer filled the shelves, while a battered Lacrosse stick stood tucked in one corner by the door.

“A bad-ass Dom and a mega jock, too?”I teased with a smirk.

“Yeah, well,” he replied with a sheepish grin.“I can’t talk Ma into letting me box this shit up.But don’t let your surroundings fool you, I’m a bad-ass Dom in your eyes, angel.”

“She won’t let you box it away because she’s proud of you.”I smiled watching him shut the door and set the duffle bag on the bed.“I’m proud of you, too.”

His head snapped up, and the look of surprise melded into a soft contented smile.Tony sat next to me and framed my face with his broad hands.

“Why are you proud of me, angel?”

“Because you’re an amazing man.”I longed to tell him all the ways he’d touched my heart, but I struggled to find the right words.“You didn’t have to take me under your wing and haul my gimp-ass to doctor’s appointments or do all the thousands of things you’ve done for me.But you did.And all I’ve done is infuriate you, well, most of the time.It’s not that I mean to…it’s just that I don’t feel like I deserve you.”

He bit back a smile and studied me for a long moment.“Continue, angel.”

I sucked in a deep breath.Averting my gaze, I plucked at a piece of lint on my pants.“When I’m with you, I feel different.Whole.You stir something big inside me...not just sexually, but… oh, hell…I’m messing this up.There’s this huge need inside me to make you happy.”

“So, youdowant to submit to me?”

I issued a shy nod.Tony tipped his head and brushed his lips over mine.Raising one hand to his cheek, the dark stubble tickled my fingers, and I kissed him back with tender reverence.He moved his hands and wrapped me in his steely arms, drawing me tight against his warm body.Urgent and hungry, he tangled his tongue with mine, nibbling and nipping it with his teeth.

Tony pushed me high and hard and sent my senses reeling.With frantic fingers, he freed the buttons and peeled away the fabric of my shirt as his smooth hands skimmed over my shoulders.

Reluctantly pulling back, Tony lifted me from the bed and onto his lap.Straddling him, I clearly saw the level of desire blazing in his dark eyes.

“Your kiss feels different, Leagh.I’m not sure what that means, but I like it.Kiss me again, sweetheart.I want to feel it once more.”

“It means…Oh, Tony,” I whispered.Unable to say the three little words aloud, I poured every ounce of love brimming inside me into that one glorious kiss.Unleashing my passion for him—to him—I held nothing back.

Melting back to the mattress, Tony took me with him.Tearing at each other’s clothing, our hands caressed heated flesh until the only barrier between us was my saturated thong and Tony’s tented briefs.

Rising from the bed, he stood and pulled me to the edge once again.Sitting, I gazed at his perfect body and tried to calm my ragged breaths.Drawn to his straining erection, I licked my lips, anxious and wired for a taste of his thick, hard flesh.

“Tell me what you want, Leagh.”His tone was raspy with need.

I didn’t hesitate to respond.“I want to taste you.”

“Good girl,” he groaned, peeling off the briefs.His cock jutted forth, wide and inviting.A pearl of clear pre-come lay poised on the broad crest.My mouth watered.“I’ve dreamed about this.About sliding past your pouty lips and sinking deep into that sassy, hot mouth of yours.”

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