Page 37 of Seducer

“I think I can trust you. To a point. Where are we going?” I asked, or rather I demanded.

“You don’t seem comfortable with giving me your address, which is understandable. I thought of an alternative. Do you feel up to an adventure, Wild Kitty?” He concentrated on the road and I was fairly certain he was heading out of town.

“That depends on the adventure. Chasing tigers and bears, probably not.”

“I think you’ll appreciate more of what I have in mind.”

“Which is?”

“Why don’t I surprise you?”

I was crazy for even considering allowing the man to take me anywhere. Yet there was more than an inkling of desire to see what he had in mind. The rush of excitement was tremendous, keeping my pulse racing and my palms sweaty. We had a tremendous attraction that couldn’t be ignored. Since I already had the advantage of knowing who he was, I felt confident he wasn’t going to cut me up for chicken food.

And I was intrigued by what he did want to do to me. More than I should be.

While he’d posed a question or two, I had no doubt the man wasn’t taking no for an answer. He’d made that part of his personality perfectly clear.

That alone should turn me off, making it easy to keep my distance from him. But as he sped around the curves, I licked my bottom lip, wondering what it would be like to kiss him. What was I, eighteen? I’d kissed plenty of guys in my day, but his succulent lips screamed of blatant passion, unbridled and sweaty, the kind that would leave me trying to catch my breath for hours.

Only ten minutes later I noticed a sign on the side of the darkened road. A bed and breakfast was just up the road. We were in a little-known part of Chicago where there were dozens of quaint businesses and bistros, tree-lined streets and flowers keeping the area vibrantly appealing. I’d never been able to take enough time to sightsee where I’d decided to live, the location keeping me close to where my brother had gone to college. That had been the single reason I’d chosen Chicago in the first place.

I wasn’t certain if I should jump from the car, trying to find rescue, but in the end, the delirious thought of spending the remainder of the night with the godlike man ruled over everything else.

Zach pulled into a parking space, killing the engine. The lovely exterior lights were providing a perfect illumination of the stunning Victorian mansion. Every feature had been expertly crafted, the colors as if we’d just arrived on the pages of some magazine.

I also noticed the first peeks of dawn were floating over the horizon.

“What now?” I was certainly no innocent flower, fishing for information since he didn’t seem to be the forthcoming type.

“Now, we get to know each other even better.”

“But it’s almost morning. Don’t you need to be somewhere?”

He laughed and opened the door. “Not when I’ve managed to capture the most beautiful wild kitten.” With that, he pulled me into his lap, ignoring the rules of decency and the fact we were sitting in the small parking lot of an unknown establishment. He didn’t seem to care.

Neither did I.

Everything about his hold was possessive and the feel of his fully aroused cock pressing in between my legs brought a slew of filthy images to my mind.

He crushed his palms on either side of my face, lowering his head so slowly I didn’t see it move. When his lips were almost pressed against mine, I held my breath. He responded by blowing a swath of hot air across my jaw.

As if providing me with a sample of what he meant, he captured my mouth, holding our lips in place as a soft gesture. I could barely think of the man as being tender, but he was taking his time, allowing the succulence of his lips to explore mine. Being lost in the moment was spectacular, forgetting who I was the most sinful thing I’d done in my entire life.

He was a stranger, a man I’d considered way out of my league, but the taste of him created the most depraved images.

I would allow him to take and use my body in any way he wanted. That was the price of becoming his for a night.

Or a day.

What did it matter? I was a big girl and could make my own decisions. He was a giant even in the world of powerful men. The attraction was off the charts. What was wrong with indulging in a round of mindless passion?

One and done.

That would be my motto.

He kept his possessive hold as he finally pushed his tongue past my lips, exploring the sweet darkness. His scent was intoxicating, the mixture of musk and deep woods, citrus and a touch of cardamon an enticing combination. I remained lightheaded as I rolled my hands over his shoulders, indulging in one fantasy by wrapping my fingers around his thick strands of hair.

I wiggled on his lap just to indulge in my bad girl side, which brought a deep growl from his throat.

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