Checkmate (7 page)

“I only did what you asked me to do or asked me
not
to do rather — I didn’t put on too many clothes.”

“Who would have thought you would be so
obliging?”

“So tell me,
Mr. Smart Ass
, what exactly am I doing here?” I asked, taking a seat on a couch, crossing my legs.

He brought two glasses of champagne and gave one to me. “Well, I thought there were things we shouldn’t discuss in the office. Last
time I checked, we can’t even manage to have a small conversation when you and I are locked in one room together.”

“Last
time I checked, your way of explaining things was not very clear, to me anyway.”

He nodded, laughing quietly, his eyes locked with mine.

“I’ll try to be more
specific
tonight.”

“What game are you playing?” I asked, taking a sip of my drink.

“The exact game you dressed up for,” he replied, without any hesitation.

“And how
long exactly do you think it might last?” 

“As long as we both need
or want it to.”

“I don’t
need
anything from you.”

“Then why are
you here?” He asked, squinting, trying to call bullshit on me.

Good question…

“To get the photos you took without my permission the last time I was here.”

“What makes you think that I want to
or will give them to you?”

“Actually, I’m sure you don’t
want to give them to me. But-” I rose to my feet, put my glass on a coffee table and came closer, leaning to his ear. “I have something that you might be interested in for a trade.”

“Really?
And what exactly is this ‘something’ I might be interested in?”

Instead of answering, I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned even closer to feel his erection, pressed against my stomach.
“I think we both know the answer to that question,” I said seductively.

I don’t know why, but something about Dominick felt wrong
to me tonight. He was uncharacteristically quiet. He didn’t rush me to his bedroom; for a second I even thought he was afraid about the way the night might end.

“You are full of contradictions, Scarlett.
First, you let me think that I can get anything I want from you, then you pretend to be totally uninterested in me, and now again, you make me believe that we want the same things.”

“Too much thinking and talking,” I said, pulling his lips to mine. God, they tasted amazing: like champa
gne and honey, and like my sweetest dreams coming true.

“I don’t want you to regret anything,
” he said, breathing heavily. “If you don’t want to be with me than don’t, because you’re just going to confuse us both,”

“I won’t
regret a thing,” I lied, knowing that whatever happens next would change me at once and forever. I didn’t know what I would say about it when everything was over, and I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t regret it. But right now, I didn’t care…

I unbuttoned his shirt, enjoying the w
ay his chest felt under my fingers: hard and perfect. Slowly, I took off his shirt, letting if fall down to the floor. Then I unzipped his jeans and pushed them down, already knowing that my guess about the underwear was correct, he was going commando tonight.

“I can see that you followed your own advice about the clothes,” I said, still trying to figure out what felt so different about him tonight.

“I didn’t want to waste even one second with you,” he said in a husky voice. Then he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around him.

“My bed, no games, only you and me, no running away in the
middle of the night or early in the morning.”

I lost my train of thought
for a minute, surprised by such a sudden change of rules.
What the hell was going on?

“Deal,” I said, afraid I would change my mind and run away before anything sta
rted.

His grip on my hips tightened and I felt his chest rising and falling against mine. His lips found mine again, but unlike our previous kisses, this one wasn’t hungry or impatient or anything
of the sort. It was soft and sweet, I almost groaned at how tender it felt. It was as if he were kissing someone he actually cared for…

Too much thinking,
I reminded myself.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone as much as I want you,” he said, going down the hall that I knew led to his bedroom.
“I don’t want to stop kissing you, I don’t want to stop exploring your amazing body, and I don’t want to let you out of my arms. But I need to get you out of my system.”

Finally, I heard
something explaining the reason for his strange behavior. He didn’t feel secure with me. Not that he was afraid of me, rather of himself and his loss of control. I couldn’t blame him for that, because that made two of us.

He crossed the threshold of his bedroom and put me down, looking frantically behind me and then back at me.

“Whatever happens here, stays here,” I said, my arms still wrapped around his neck.

“Deal.”

“No more pictures,” I warned him. “And you will give me the ones you took last time.”

He studied me for a long minute, then he nodded shortly and said, “
D'accord
— okay.”

I took a few steps back until my legs touched the edge of his bed. He followed me, his eyes never left mine.

“Even though it’s so damn beautiful, I want to see what’s hidden under it,” he said,
untying the laces on my back, eyes focused and excited, as if he were a little boy opening his favorite gift on Christmas. When my corset was gone, he took my breasts into his hands and bent down to run his tongue across them, sucking them softly.

Nothing ever felt as
good. Not even when he and I were in this same room, doing the same thing.

When I fe
lt his lips moving down my tummy and all the way to the waistband of my thong, I stopped breathing at once. I didn’t remember him kissing me there last time, but right now, I wanted to feel his lips all over my body.

“Sit on the bed,
” he said, pushing me slightly back.

I did what he said and was immediately caught off guard by his eye
s drinking in every inch of me.

“
Suprêmement belle
— Divinely beautiful.”

His tongue ran up
my naked thigh and stopped at the lacy piece that was separating his lips from the most sensitive part of my body. With his teeth, he moved it aside and licked the newly exposed skin; my mind and body exploded. I leaned back against the sheet and moaned quietly, praying for this sweet game to never end.

It felt like Dominick couldn’t get enough of me, kissing, sucking and tasting every millimeter of me. This time I didn’t mind him leaving marks on me, I was dying to give myself to him. His hands and lips were all over me now: my legs, my hips, my belly, breast, neck. But it still didn’t feel like enough.

Stepping away from me long enough to remove my thong, he leaned over me, now looking down into my eyes, as if asking for permission.

“I don’t think I can stop now,” he said ravenously, like he was starving for this very moment.

“Then don’t stop,” I said, running one hand up
his stomach and lightly touching through the hair on his chest.

With a small sigh, he leaned forward and covered my body with his, pressing his hips harder against mine. My hand slid into his hair and I kissed his lips hungrily, mentally giving him permission for anything he wanted to do next.

He groaned into my mou
th, and broke the kiss, saying, “I don’t want anything to separate us.”

It only took me a second to understand that he was talking about
…
Protection.

“Neither do I,” I said, lifting my hips to feel his length pressed tight against me.

My words were true. I didn’t even remember
asking him to put on a condom, or about checking his medical history first. I wanted him to be as close as possible. And I don’t know why, but this time it felt safe and so right…

Dominick

I was losing it desperately. I could hardly control myself, and damn, I loved it like I’d never loved anything before.

“I’ve imagined this moment so many times,” I said,
running my hands up and down her sexy sides, with her sexy curves, and her small body.

Since the incident in my office, I couldn’t get a fucking grip on myself, recalling the feeling of my fingers slipping inside her, and her soft lips brushing mine, over and over again. I stared at the papers in front of me, and cursed mentally for a hundredth time in a row. The words and sent
ences blurred in front of my vision, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to concentrate, any time soon. I cancelled all of the meetings I had for the rest of the day and left; I needed to put more distance between Scarlett and me. I even thought about taking an office on another floor, but to my disappointment, they all were already taken.

I spent the day at home, dragging my
aching body from one room to another, I don’t think I had ever been so worked up. It felt like I was about to start punching things just to make myself feel at least a little better. I don’t even know where I got the strength to stop when she said I could do anything I wanted. Yes, driving her crazy and then leaving her like that was a part of my plan, but my cock definitely didn’t approve of that almost suicidal step. I wanted her as much as I was sure she wanted me now. And I was glad to know that at least sometimes, our wishes were the same.

Her eyes were wide and so unbelievably beautiful, like pools of blue water, glistening in the light. I couldn’t believe it was real. Until the last moment, I was sure she wouldn’t show up, and then seeing her in that sexy as hell corset and stockings, I thought I would faint, literally. She looked like the best of my dreams coming true. If only she knew how weak and helpless she made me feel. I lied to her. I didn’t have any more pictures…

The only one I had, was nothing but a try to keep at least a small part of her to myself. I took it with my cell phone and was never going to share it. But somehow, it turned into the only weapon I could use to make her spend more time with me. I didn’t like the idea of blackmailing Scarlett, but
damn, I needed her, and I truly hoped that one night with her would be enough to make my rational thinking return. I also hoped it wouldn’t turn me into her slave, because the chances that she would cloud my mind even more, were too damn high.

She was watching me quietly, and I was dying to know what she was thinking of. She wasn’t ashamed of being with me now, and I liked it. I also liked her teasing touches, the mischief shining in the depths of her blue eyes and how she always knew what I wanted the most. I thought she would never speak to me again after what I did to her in my office, but the moment I heard her pulling into my driveway, I knew I finally beat her at this little game we had been playing.

“Did you think about me?” I asked, squeezing her hips lightly. I loved the softness o
f her skin, it felt as if it was covered with some invisible elixir that I couldn’t stop tasting.

“I did,” she said without hesitation.

I looked up at her and smiled. “When?”

“I’m n
ot going to tell you.”

“Why not? Or were your fantasies too naughty to share them
out loud with me?”

“What about you?” S
he asked, sliding one palm into my hair. “Did you think about me?”

“Oh, yes. Definitely
more than I wanted to, or at least more than I wanted to admit.”

“When?”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the moment we met, which means… for two whole days.”

“And what exactly were
you thinking about?” She asked mysteriously.

“Making you mine,
I just wanted you; to be… to be with you,” I replied, touching her lips with my fingertips softly.

I was a l
ittle obsessed with making all of my dreams that involved her come true that night. I didn’t know how to define it. For once in my life, I didn’t want to think about tomorrow. Right now, only she mattered.

I laced my fingers with hers and put her hands up, pinning her to the sheets with my torso.

“Tonight I refuse to let you fall asleep,” I said, smiling down at her.

“Who said I wanted to sleep?” S
he responded, returning the smile.

I couldn’t
help but admit that the game we started two days ago was becoming more and more thrilling. And I wondered if I would still be able to breathe once it was over…

I was right there, hovering at the edge, and I didn’t know how much longer I could stop myself from diving inside her. I pushed myself harder against her and felt her body tensing beneath me. I was dizzy with intoxication from how much wanted her.

“I won’t hurt you,” I breathed into the curve of
her neck, positioning myself between her open legs and wet and ready sex.

“I know you won’t,” she said, looking up at me. For a moment, I was taken aback by her words.
She trusted me
. And I was such a pig lying about the pictures, thinking it was the only way to make her spend a night with me.
When did that happen?
I never needed any games or tricks to allure a woman I wanted. But now, I seemed to be ready to do just about anything to get the desirable prize, including lying.

Suddenly, I wanted to make it right. I wanted to make Scarlett feel good, pleased, and complete.

I was lying heavily on
top of her, moving even an inch up felt like losing her. My eyes travelled down her gentle features and my breathing caught at the intensity of the desire filling her eyes. She could ask me anything, and I would obey. Deep down in my heart, I knew I was already lost in her, I couldn’t lose her now…

I raised my hips high enough to feel the dip of her entrance, arching to find myself wrapped in her softness, and with a silent promise in my eyes, I pushed myself forward, slipping deeper and d
eeper into the welcoming warmth of her sex.

We both let out a pleased moan, and I stopped for a second
, as if I could memorize that moment forever in my mind.

“God, you are so tight,” I said, fe
eling her hips rising to meet mine in an identical motion. She took me fully inside her, watching me with the tiny sounds of pleasure, escaping her luscious lips. They were red and swollen from my kisses, and fuck, she looked unbelievably gorgeous, building me up and tearing me down, all at once.

My moves became more frantic, rougher. But she didn’t seem to mind, responding to my thrusts with the soft moans, that I badly wanted
to drink from her lips. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers, speeding up and slowing down, giving and taking and pleading…

“This is so good,” she breathed into my parted lips. “You are so good.” I felt her nails diggin
g into my shoulders, and for the first time ever, I wanted a woman to leave a mark on me. With this particulate woman, I wouldn’t even mind being scratched and claimed. I didn’t just want her to be mine, I wanted to be hers as well. Did it sound weird considering that we met only 48 hours ago? Maybe. I didn’t really care about that. Now, I had all I wanted and needed for the last 48 hours and maybe forever…

We kept moving in tune
with each other, we couldn’t close our eyes, or look away, not even for one second. It felt so unbelievably intimate, so connecting. I doubted I had ever felt like that, not even with Pamela.

I would pick up my pace, biting and sucking her lips, earlobe and neck, and then s
low down again, relishing her silent plea to move on. 

I could feel her hands exploring my back, my arms,
and my chest. I wanted to feel them everywhere. The memory of how fast her hands had made me come last time we were together only intensified the desire burning in me.

“So perfect,” I said, now looking down at her body, connected wit
h mine. “Sit on my lap. I want to see you sliding my cock inside you.”

Slowly, she wrapped her arms around my neck and I pulled her up, trembling visibly in the anticipation of what was about to happen next. Neve
r in my life had I been so mesmerized about having sex. But this time, everything was different, as if it was my first time ever, like I was a virgin again; hard and ready to explode any second.

She stood on her knees, hovering right over my waiting cock, lowering herself just enough to tease me.

“Don’t,” I said warningly, looking up into her smiling face.

“Or wh
at?” She said, sliding her hands down my chest and all the way to where I wanted to feel them again so much.

“Or I will fuck you senseless, and you won’t be able to take a step without remembering how good it was to feel me inside you.”

“Hmm, sounds so damn thrilling,” she mouthed, lowering her hips to finally take me inside of her.

“Don’t push it,” I said, taking a few sharp breaths. Feeling her wetness slipping down my length was so fucking mind-blowing.

I wrapped my arms tighter around her, enjoying every second of our
bodies moving so perfectly together. She bent down to kiss my lips and I was stunned by the amount of tenderness she put into that kiss, as if she were kissing away everything wrong in my life, replacing it with endless pleasure and joy and making it all right again.

My heart bounced in my chest at the realization that one night with her wasn’t even close to enough. I doubted it would ever be
enough, but right now, I preferred to push that thought in the back of my mind, because I knew that the more I thought about it, the more real what I felt for Scarlett would be. And I wasn’t ready to deal with that right now.

I was stealing all of the sounds she was making
, trying to get more, trying to give more and make her stay, I needed Scarlett to stay…

With every passing second, the reality of what was happening made me even more weak and insecure. I felt as if I were suffocating, dying again and again, until I could
no longer stand the sweetest tortures ever.

“I’m so close,” she breathed
, leaning into me.

“Me too,” I
said, taking one of her breasts into my hand and sucking her nipple greedily.

Then I gave her a few hungry thrusts and felt her muscles tightening around me, bringing me even closer to the edge. I buried my face into the curve of her neck and pushed her roughly down my length, feeling a rush of pleasure building beneath my skin and run
ning through my veins like a steamy river of bliss. Her nails pushed down my back, scratching me possessively. I could feel every inch of my body buzzing with heat and anticipation. That was it — the moment of long-awaited satisfaction that only she knew how to make me feel. I came hard inside her, groaning into her lips, and kissing away her pleasurable sounds.

“Christ, it was so-”

“Unreal?” She said, placing a small kiss on the corner of my mouth.

“Yeah.” I looked up at her and something inside me broke. I got what I wanted. Now what? Was I
ready to let her go? No fucking way…

I was still deep inside her, and I didn’t want to pull out, as if I knew it would separate us forever.

“Stay in
side me,” she said in a barely audible voice. I didn’t move.

“I would gladly stay there forever,” I said
, running my hands up and down her sides and back. “Do you want more?”

“I think I do.” She laughed quietly, watching me closely. “Do you?”

I couldn’t help but smile at the uncertainty of her question. “Do you really think I can say
no
?”

She shrugged, drawing invisible circles on my chest and all the way down to where we were still
connected as one with my cock buried deep inside of her. “I don’t know. You didn’t say you liked it.”

I didn’t bother to reply. Instead, I pushed her back to the sheets and leaned over her, feeling myself hardening inside her again. We both knew it wouldn’t be the last time
we had sex that night, but right now, I wanted to do my best to show her how good it could be to just take it slow, relishing every beat our hearts made, fluttering inside our chests. 

I took my time driving
her to the pleasurable heights, where we both fell apart, mirroring each other’s moves and sounds.

I squeezed my eyes shut, diving into the warmth of her skin touching mine; the scent of her perfume
that I could smell all over me now; it was so peaceful at that moment that I thought I would never feel anything else again…

“S
o good,” I said more to myself than to her.

It felt as if we were flying
high above the ground, where every breath we took was filled with something magical and too indescribable to be true.
God, was I still in possession of my body now?
I felt like a total stranger, I didn’t know I could feel so perfectly balanced and harmonized with myself...