Dodging Temptation (The Retreat) (10 page)

“Something like that.” Harper closed her eyes, unable to process any other senses while he touched her, his caress inciting a raw and dangerous yearning that threatened to either drown her or make her levitate right off the damn floor. She
’
d never wanted anyone the way she craved Dodge Loving. If this was the universe talking, for the next few hours she was going to damn well listen.

“What is it about you?” she asked more to herself than to him.

He released her breast and grabbed her hips, holding on tight as he rolled her over so he was on top. “I was wondering the same thing about you, but I
’
m not about to question the universe on this one.”

The last bit came out muffled, because Dodge was yanking his shirt over his head as he said it, but it didn
’
t matter. At the first sight of his sinewy chest, hard abs, and the deep
V
of muscle by his hips, Harper lost the ability to comprehend any words beyond “faster,” “harder,” “now,” and “fuck me.”

Chapter Eight

D
odge had been hard as a fencepost before, but one look at Harper spread out before him on the soft carpet and his balls tightened. After their talk he knew in his gut she wasn’t his grandfather’s corporate spy,
just like he knew that she could never find out he’d started his seduction as a way to get the truth out of her. If she did, she’d be gone before he could get an explanation out. Their time was limited before she flew back to Washington, D.C. and out of his life. He meant to take advantage of every moment.

Her long hair fanned around her delicate face drew his immediate attention, but it was the sight of the stiff peach-colored tips of her full tits that grabbed ahold of him and squeezed the air out of his lungs. They tasted like vanilla, smelled like cocoa butter, and puckered perfectly underneath his tongue. They were magnificent.

Harper cupped the soft flesh, squeezing them. “Stop staring and touch them.” She bit her full bottom lip and glanced up at him through thick lashes.

“Is that a request?” He leaned down and blew a soft breath against her nipples, but didn
’t touch
—not yet. Some pleasures needed to be drawn out and savored.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and she shivered beneath him. “It
’
s an order.”

“
I don’
t take orders.” He grazed her peach tip with the prickly day
’
s growth of beard on his chin, relishing her quick gasp and quiet moan.

“You only give them out, huh?” There was too much desire in her voice for there to be any room for the snark her words would carry under other circumstances.

“Exactly.” He applied the same soft air, hard scruff treatment to her other nipple, the intensity of her wanton response making it harder for him to take it slow, to push her right on to the edge of need where nothing existed but pleasure.

She planted her feet on the floor on either side of his hips and lifted herself so that her center fit perfectly against his rock-hard bulge. “Do you always get what you want?”

“Yes.” Temptation—she was the word personified.

Undulating against him, her lips curled with come hither promise. “
Good.
”

He leaned back on his heels and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her sorry excuse for shorts, inching them down over her round hips. “Stand up.”

Without hesitation she lowered her luscious ass to the carpet and raised her long legs straight up in the air. “No.”

The challenge made his cock jerk with anticipation, and he dragged the tiny shorts off her legs in one quick motion, throwing them across the room. “Stand up.” He barely recognized his own voice, it was so strained with hunger for this woman who
’
d driven him to the point where he stalked The Retreat
’
s kitchen at midnight in hopes of running into her. “Please.”

This time she did.

Still kneeling before her, Dodge grasped her hips and spun her around so her perfect ass was at the same level as his face. Round and high with a small tattoo of an infinity symbol made out of books inked into her skin where her lower back met her butt, it was a sight to behold. His mouth went dry. He didn
’
t know whether to kiss it, smack it, or dive right in. Instead, he went with squeezing the soft globes as he traced her tattoo with his tongue.

Harper
’
s head fell back, her long tresses falling across the smooth expanse of her back. He gathered up the strands in his left fist, pulling them to the side as he kissed his way up her spine until he stood behind her, one hand holding her hair taut and the other curved around her hip, pulling her tight against him. She was so soft and supple where he was hard and yearning. He didn
’
t have to sink his fingers between her legs to know she was wet and ready for him. He knew it as surely as he knew that he
’
d be lost the moment he sank himself deep within her folds. So he
’
d draw it out for both of them, dance on that edge as long as possible, until they couldn
’
t hold out any longer.

“Spread your legs for me.” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, grazing the tender flesh with his teeth. Instead she ground her ass against him, making his balls tighten.

He clamped his jaw tight and buried the urge to bend over and take her right now. He couldn
’
t. Not yet. They needed to get closer to that edge, and he knew how to do it. “You wouldn
’
t want me to open those curtains, would you?”

She gasped and tried to turn her head to look at the floor-to-ceiling windows lining the opposite wall covered by dark blue curtains, but he held her tight. She trembled, and her breathing came in quick bursts as her brown eyes darkened with hunger. The other night she may not have realized how turned on making out in public would get her, but when she came fully clothed just by rubbing herself against his thigh, she found out what her kink was, and so did he.

“Your room faces the country, but with the lights blazing in here you wouldn
’
t be able to hide yourself from anyone who happened to walk by.” He glided his right hand around her hip, spreading his fingers wide so they covered her flat belly. “They
’
d stop and watch as I sank my fingers deep inside you, cupped your tits, and pinched those big nipples of yours. Out there in the darkness, hidden from your view, they
’
d get to see everything.” He pressed against her lower abdomen with just enough pressure to make her whimper with want for more. “How you suck in your bottom lip when the orgasm builds.” He slid his fingers lower, parting her tight curls. “How you can
’
t stop from responding to my touch and answering back with moves of your own.” He nipped at that sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. “How you come against my fingers and how you lick them clean afterward.” He stopped right on the edge of her cleft so close to her swollen clit that she mewled in frustration. “Now.” He tapped against her sensitive skin. “Spread your legs.” Without a sound, she did.

For a moment, all he could do was be grateful that she
’
d taken mercy on him before he lost control completely and forgot about taking things slow. She wasn
’
t the only one affected by the little fantasy he
’
d spun. “Thank you.” He slid his fingers home. “So soft and slick for me.”

“Yes.” She rested the back of her head against his shoulder, eyes closed and lips parted.

It gave him the perfect top down view of Harper. It humbled him. “You are the most beautiful person I
’
ve ever seen. I could watch you like this, flush and wanting, forever.”

“I hope not. I plan on coming tonight.” She rubbed her ass against him, her heat seeping through the material of his pants.

“Don
’
t worry, you will.” He increased the pressure of his touch as he circled her clit, relishing her responsiveness as her thighs began to tremble and she bit down on her lip—all signs of a building orgasm. “But not yet.” Withdrawing his fingers as he released her hair, Dodge drew in a deep breath in an effort to calm the lust raging through him.

Harper took a step forward and spun around. “Are you teasing me, Dodge Loving?”

The front view of her abundant curves made his balls ache for release. “Only for a little while.”

“Well then…” She glided her nails down his abs as she lowered herself to her knees before him. “
You won
’
t mind the same treatment.”

His brain short-circuited as soon as she undid his belt. When she popped his pants button, his vision narrowed until all he could see was her. His heart rate increased with every millimeter she lowered his zipper. As soon as her fingers wrapped around his hardness, pulled him from the confines of his boxers and bent to lick the moisture on its tip, he realized he was in trouble, but it was too late to stop now—even if he
’
d wanted her to.

She tilted her chin so she looked up at him, her big brown eyes full of just the kind of wickedness he needed more of in his life. “Look at the size of that.”

“Stop, you
’
ll make me blush.” Damn, he had too many clothes on. He stepped out of her grasp and made fast work of flipping off his shoes and shucking off his pants and boxers.

“No.” She shook her head and crawled close enough that her lips nearly brushed his cock. “I
’
m going to make you hotter than that before I
’
m done.
”

Fuck if he didn
’
t believe her.

She started with her hand, slow and steady, before licking her lips and taking him inside her hot mouth. There wasn
’
t any rushing. It was divine torture to watch over and over again as his cock disappeared into her mouth and bumped against the back of her throat. She brought her free hand up to her tits and pulled her nipples as her mouth engulfed him. He didn
’
t move. He couldn
’
t. For the first time in his life, he loosened his grip on the control he valued above all else. Then she hummed and flicked her tongue against his hardness as she raised and lowered her head, and he lost track of anything other than her and how she seemed to know what he wanted,
needed
, without ever being told.

His balls drew up as he approached the point of no return. The buildup for both of them hadn
’
t started tonight. Everything had begun the moment he
’
d walked into that library intent on firing her. “
Harper.
” Her name tore from his throat in warning.

In response, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and squeezed—firm and assured—before letting his dick slide from her mouth. The movement stopped the building orgasm in its tracks as effectively as he
’
d ever done himself.

“That
’
s…” He blinked in surprise.

She arched an eyebrow and released him. “What, you don
’
t think you
’
re the only one in the world who plays the edge and release game, are you?”

“I
’
m done playing.”

“
Thank God.
” She glanced down at his pants crumpled on the floor. “Condom?”

“No.” Now wasn
’
t that the universe grabbing him by the balls and twisting.

Her eyes went wide. “You don
’
t have one in your wallet?”

“Do I look like a frat boy?” He could call down to the front desk; that wouldn
’
t be awkward at all tomorrow morning. He could find Griff. His brother would never let him forget the emergency, but it would be worth it. He grabbed his pants from the floor. “I
’
ll be right back.”

“Oh no, you
’
re not leaving this room.” She tugged his pants from his grasp, curled her fingers around him, and began to wreak havoc on his hard cock. “Looks like we
’
ll have to find another way to spend our time.”

It was tempting, so very tempting, but he needed to bury himself inside her more than he needed to get off quick. “It
’
ll just take me a minute…”

Harper dropped to her knees and took his cock deep into her warm, wet mouth, and he lost the ability to form words. She used just the right amount of suction that added to the tease of her tongue sliding up and down his dick
’
s sensitive underside. In his position, there was no way he could fool himself into thinking he was in charge anymore and—for once—he didn
’
t give a damn.

He dragged his gaze upward from the sight of her smeared lipstick-covered mouth sliding along his hardness to her red hair spilling around her creamy white shoulders and on up to her brown eyes that had turned black with lust. God she was beautiful…feisty…smart…and talented beyond belief with her tongue. Dodge hated her ex-husband for hurting her almost as much as he despised whomever she
’
d be with after she left Wyoming. She went down on him in one long motion, swallowing him to the base and stripping every pretense away. The urge to claim her as his own rushed to the forefront…but he didn
’
t have the right. Harper wasn
’
t his no matter what the universe had supposedly declared.

She let out a muffled squawk around his cock before releasing him and rocking back onto her heels.

“Are you okay?” he asked, wondering what in the hell he
’
d done wrong.

“Better than okay.” She got up and hurried over to the unlit fireplace and the large basket sitting on the hearth. “I unwrapped this the day I arrived thinking it was a fruit basket like a normal hotel would leave to welcome a new guest—then I found this.” She yanked a bullet vibrator still in its original packaging from the basket. “There has got to be a condom in this basket.”

H
arper
set the cherry flavored massage oil on the hearth. She tossed the two-ounce bottle of warming liquid over one shoulder. It landed on the plush fur rug with a sound. Next, she pulled out a pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs.
Now those could be fun.
They went on the hearth nex
t to the massage oil. There was no way a basket like this wouldn
’
t include condoms
, probably glow in the dark ones. She pushed her hand down to the bottom of the basket and fished through the contents until she felt a familiar four-cornered object.

“Aha!” She yanked her hand out of the basket, lifting the small foil rectangle in triumph, and then pivoted on her knees so she faced Dodge. “You said this
is
the honeymoon suite. I
’
m guessing that
’
s why there
’
s a condom, edible oils, and a sex toy basket to welcome me.”

She would have giggled at the horrified look on his face if it hadn
’
t been for the fact that he stood naked in front of her in all of his too-damn-hot-for-reality sexiness.