Page 27 of Vengeful Seduction
“David,” she whispered, her voice slightly hoarser than usual and a little bit deeper. I felt my heart tighten up and fill with unfamiliar emotions, just from the way she spoke one simple word—my name.
Lying on the bed on her back, with her red dress hiked up to her waist, too exhausted from my attentions to even make herself decent again, she was nothing short of the most beautiful woman in the world.
There wasn’t a single thing about her I didn’t find gorgeous. Her body, of course, was a given. Any man would be enthralled by those sweet curves—her breasts, which seemed to beg for my touch and the round firmness of her hips and ass.
The red dress she had chosen had shown off her voluptuous body to perfection, no doubt about it. If her beautiful form had been all she’d had to offer, maybe I would have had an easier time dismissing her.
It wasn’t just her body, though. Everything about her appealed to me. I had been so sure she was some femme fatale who had seduced my grandfather and stolen my inheritance, but I was having a hard time holding on to that conception of her.
She was smart. I had picked that up easily enough. She was also somewhat naive, and the combination of brains, beauty, and innocence added up into the most fascinating human being I had ever spent time with.
“Kaye,” I whispered, and it was no problem—none at all—for me to act like I was deeply enthralled by her. It was supposed to be something I was only pretending to feel. Just a show. It was getting harder, though, to keep that in mind. “You’re so beautiful.”
She was. In every way. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop and for her to show how she really was. But she kept on being the sweet, beautiful, sexy person who she always seemed to be.
Kaye smiled at me, and my heart did funny things in my chest. Why was she, of all women, the one I didn’t seem to be able to resist? She was the one that I, above all, needed to be able to control myself around.
“Thank you,” Kaye murmured, and I was pleased to hear the sound of her voice, just a little bit deeper than normal. It was full of a sort of dazed afterglow from the pleasure I had given her.
“No, thank you,” I replied, and I meant it.
This was all becoming a little bit too real, and I wasn’t sure I knew how to stop it.
I wanted her. My cock was aching, throbbing desperately between my legs, and demanding things I couldn’t allow myself to take. I needed to be buried deep inside her sweet, tight warmth. I needed to take her for the first time and make her mine, but I absolutely could not do it.
I’d promised. She’d trusted me to keep the promise I had made. She was worth patience.
So, even though I did ease on top of her, I kept my clothes on. I didn’t give in to my body’s urgent demand to take her. I would make her mine—I knew it without the slightest hint of doubt in my mind—but I could wait.
I did kiss her, though, and I let her feel how hard I was as I pressed against her hip. I wanted her to know what she was doing to me, and by the widening of her eyes and the way her breathing got heavier, she noticed and she liked it.
Whether she knew it or not, she was responding to me. I could swear I felt her hips rising and falling, just the tiniest bit, as she rubbed right back against me. She’d never felt a man before, had she? I had doubted it at least a little, but not any longer.
As I slid on top of her, she let her hands roam down over my back. I allowed it. If she wanted to explore, I was more than happy to let her do what she wanted. Her hands settled on the curve of my ass and she pulled me closer to her.
I didn’t push. I knew she wasn’t ready, and while I could probably make her ready pretty quickly, I didn’t want to deal with any repercussions if I did. I had to give her absolutely no reason to mistrust me.
Besides, when I did take her, I wanted her to be absolutely desperate for me. I wanted her to writhe and moan and arch under me as I slid inside her tight body. So I kept myself under control. I rocked slowly against her and let her rub up against me as we kissed, but I didn’t touch her, didn’t stroke her lovely breasts, or slip my fingers between her legs.
“Please,” Kaye finally whispered, her body trembling as she pressed against me. “Please, David, touch me.”
The way she spoke, she was almost begging. It sent arrows of hot desire through my whole body, making my stomach clench with the force of it. I hadn’t expected her to pretty much plead with me, and all on her own.
It was quite possibly the hottest thing I had ever heard. No, scratch that. It definitely was.
“Kaye, my pretty girl,” I whispered, and it was hard for me not to mean the words as they spilled from my lips.
My pretty girl.
Mine.
Only she wasn’t, and I needed to remember it.
Still, there was no chance in hell of me turning her down. Without hesitation, I pushed her legs apart and slid my fingers between them, stroking over her slick, swollen lips and teasing her clit.
I had never had a woman be this responsive before. The noises she made drove me wild and I eased a finger inside of her and felt the desperate movements of her hips as she pushed up onto me.
“David, David, David.” She moaned my name over and over again, and each time she did it made the heat inside me grow and burn hotter—made me need her so much more.
