Seduced By My Doms BN (8 page)

“Jesus,” he murmured, inching his mouth closer to mine.

Parting my lips, I tasted his warm breath on my tongue, a
provocative precursor to his masculine spice.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice was low and raspy,
and it made me shiver.

Just as he leaned in to kiss me, the doors of the elevator
opened. James stepped back. I felt as if I’d been stripped naked and tossed out
in the snow when he broke the fiery spell.

James gestured for me to go first. I stepped into the
parking garage dragging in a shallow and frustrated breath. Moving in next to
me, James dropped his broad palm to the small of my back, stoking the embers
back to life. I savored the sweet, delicious burn while sexual energy pinged
through my cells.

“You
do
normally have someone walk you to your car
at night, right?” he asked, scanning our deserted surroundings.

“No. The garage is perfectly safe.”

He grunted in a tone of disbelief. “Do you have a gun?”

“No.” I chuckled at his over-protective mien.

“A Taser?”

“No.”

“Mace? Please tell me you at least carry mace.”

“No. There are security cameras everywhere,” I explained,
pointing out the video devices. “Besides, the hospital has a guard on duty. I
see him up here every once in a while.”

“That’s not enough protection, Liz. Christ, you’re a woman
alone in a vacant parking garage. You’re a prime target for muggers or rapists.
Anyone could jump out from behind one of those pillars and—”

“I know you’re a cop, but you don’t have to be so paranoid.
Nothing’s ever happened and nothing ever will.”

“Ex-cop,” he corrected with a hint of annoyance. Squaring
his shoulders, James puffed out his chest, all self-righteous and full of
himself. “I’m not paranoid. You can’t claim that nothing will happen. You don’t
know that for certain. It’s fucking dangerous to walk to your car at two in the
morning, unescorted.”

“Well, I don’t usually walk to my car at two in the morning;
it’s usually a little after midnight. And I
am
being escorted. By
you,” I jabbed with a sassy grin. “No offense, but I feel just as safe as I
always do.”

“You need a spanking; that’s what you need.”

My heart skipped a beat. No doubt James would like to try,
and he’d probably do it with shocking capability and skill. I was certain he’d
had lots of practice at Genesis. After all, he was a Dom. But what was I? What
did he expect from me? If he presumed that I would sink to my knees and follow
his every command, he was out of his freaking mind. I almost snorted at the
idea of a man bossing me around like I was some spineless, weak woman. Never
going to happen.

Never say never. Stranger things have happened, like you
lusting after a man you’ve known a whole whopping sixty minutes. You might be a
wee bit in over your head. Just
sayin
.’

Tucking away my unnerving thoughts, I stared at my car—like
a ship lost at sea—isolated and alone at the far end of the garage. Darting a
sideways glance, I couldn’t miss the irritated expression lining James’ face.
Obviously unimpressed with my independent streak, his attitude scraped my
nerves. A part of me wanted to assure him that I didn’t prance out of the
hospital each night, oblivious to my surroundings.

Still, I couldn’t overlook that fact that I sought his
approval, even though it chafed. But why? Why was his validation so damn
important to me? I hardly knew anything about the man. He himself could be a
mugger or a rapist.

He can’t rape the willing.

Suddenly a visual of James pushing me up against the car,
tearing off my scrubs, and driving deep inside me filled my mind. Shivers
slammed down my spine in a parade of pleasure and I nearly gasped. Dammit. I
needed to climb inside my car, drive home, take a nice cold shower, pull out my
vibrator and detonate this ungodly ache out of my system. James’ lips pressed
together in disapproval as I pulled my keys out of my pocket.

Plucking them out of my hand, James jammed the jagged pieces
of metal between his fingers. “You should always have your keys, wedged between
your fingers, like this.” He raised the protruding edges in his fist to my
face. “Before you even step off the elevator. You need to be ready if someone
rushes you from the shadows. Jab these in their eyes then knee them in the
balls. Understand?”

“Yes, Officer Safety,” I replied dryly as I bit back a grin.

James shook his head with a scowl. Just when I thought he
couldn’t look any sexier, he pinned me with a glare and narrowed his eyes.
“That’s two,” he growled.

“Two what? What is it you keep counting?”

He didn’t answer, simply gave me a proprietary stare. And
somehow, as if it were even possible, that primal look turned me on even more.
James opened his fist, studying the small picture charm on my key ring. It was
a photograph of Dyane and me at a bar on Bourbon Street in New Orleans. We’d
vacationed there, four months before he’d died. It was an image of me and him,
clinking our hurricanes together—already three sheets to the wind, and laughing
like loons. It was one of the best trips we’d ever taken.

“I didn’t know Trevor and
Dayne
had the same color of hair and eyes.”

I wanted to lie and say I hadn’t noticed, but James studied
me with such scrutiny, I knew I couldn’t deny it.

“Yes. They do.” I lowered my head as we reached my car.

With trembling fingers, I plucked my keys from his palm and
punched the fob to unlock my doors.

“That’s what has you so on edge, isn’t it?” James murmured.

My heart clutched, but anger spiked, overriding my sorrow. I
was unsure what I was more pissed at: James’ keen perception or myself for
being transparent as glass.

Moving in close, he placed both hands on the roof, caging me
in with his body. That unexplainable pull grew stronger, and I realized that
deep down, I didn’t want to escape him… but rather, escape
into
him.

“No,” I fibbed. “We were hammered in the ER all night. It’s
just been a very long day.”

Sliding one hand from the roof of my car, James tucked two
fingers beneath my chin. Tilting my head back, he forced my gaze. Gliding his
thumb over my bottom lip, his hungry stare settled there.

“Who do you have waiting at home to draw you a hot bath and
massage your feet?”

A weak smile curled my lips. “No one.”

Inching in closer, he brushed his lips to the corners of my
mouth as he wrapped a strong arm around my waist and pulled me against his
solid body. His swollen erection, hot and hard, pressed against my belly. James
surrounded me in his dizzying embrace as he toyed and teased at my mouth with
his own in a maddening game of torture and temptation. Finally he feathered his
soft lips fully over mine as I gripped the cotton of his shirt, closed my eyes,
and waited for him to kiss me hard.

Please.

“Look at me, Liz,” he commanded in a whisper. Lifting my
heavy eyelids I saw James smiling at me. “These are my lips on you, no one
else’s. Just in case there’s competition out there I don’t know about.”

“There’s no one else,” I answered in a breathless sigh.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

His approval plucked some deep-seated need to please.
Euphoria buoyantly rose up to the surface inside me, but before I could wrap my
head around the strange sensation, James whispered his lips over mine in a
soft, sweet caress. Dizzy with need, I longed to wrap my arms around his neck
and slide my tongue deep inside his mouth. Instead, I stood stock-still,
letting him take command for fear I’d break the magic between us.

James let out a groan as I stared into his captivating eyes.
In an urgent rush, he crushed his lips to mine and swept his tongue along the
seam of my mouth. Parting my lips, I welcomed him in. Mewling, I ached for him
to kiss me deeper as I dissolved beneath his blistering mouth.

Passion swirled around and through us as our tongues dueled in
mutual exploration. Sliding my arms around his strong body, I did the only
thing I could; I held on tight.

Slickness spilled from between my legs as heat engulfed me.
Wrapped in his sizzling embrace, locked against his mouth in a torrid kiss, I
wanted more. Demand chased the fire and gathered in a pulsing conflagration low
in my belly. I’d never felt such fire from a kiss. No one had ever drawn my
focus to every minute sensation the way James had, with his talented mouth.

“You taste like spun sugar on my tongue…sweet and
addicting.”

His silky voice destroyed me, one syllable at a time.

James dragged his lips up my neck. I clung to him for dear
life while he nuzzled my jaw and nipped at the lobe of my ear. I squirmed
against him, gasping and moaning as he peppered a trail of kisses over my jaw
before capturing my lips once more. James feasted on me amid our mingling
growls and whimpers.

Releasing his shirt, I slid my fingers into his soft, short
hair and held tight against his scalp as he ravenously ate at me. I felt him
unclasp my barrette and heard the metal clank onto the roof of my car before he
cinched his fist in my hair and squeezed. Gripping even tighter to emphasize
his command—as if there were any doubt he controlled my mind and body—tiny
explosions of painful pleasure skittered along my scalp, spread down my spine,
and ricocheted under my clit.

Allowing him free reign over me felt empowering, while at
the same time it left me totally bewildered. But then nothing about the way
James ignited me made a lick of sense.

Yanking my head back, he delved deeper still while an
animalistic growl of approval rumbled deep in his chest. When I rolled my hips
against him, savoring the feel of his straining cock, something inside the man
snapped. Lunging against my body, all but climbing inside me, James dipped his
hips and drove his cock—hard, ample, and ready—between my aching folds. I
wanted to drop to my knees, unzip his jeans, and taste his steely shaft.

“Step away from the woman, and put your hands up.”

The thundering command rooted us in place for a long second
until James slowly pulled from my lips. Turning, we both stared at a young
security guard, no more than eight feet away, legs spread wide, shoulders back,
wearing a menacing scowl and aiming a silver pistol at James’ head.

Terror and confusion whipped through me, instantly
disintegrating every flicker of lust. Trembling like a leaf, I stood unable to
speak as my heart raced wildly. Releasing me, James stepped back. Slowly
raising his hands into the air, he narrowed his eyes. His jaw clenched with
such force that the muscles in his neck ticked. James wasn’t afraid. No, he was
pissed. Terrified that he’d do or say something and end up getting killed, I
pushed off the car. Slapping my hands on my hips, I stormed toward the guard.

“Put that gun away,” I scolded in a tone reminiscent of my
mother’s. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Shut up, lady,” the man barked as he glanced toward me.
“I’m here to help—”

Before he could finish speaking, James rushed the guard like
a ninja-cheetah and landed a quick chop of his palm against the young man’s
wrist. The gun dropped to the cement and skidded a short distance as James
swept a powerful leg at the guard’s knees. The young man crumpled to the
pavement, screaming out in pain. In the blink of an eye, James had straddled
the guard’s chest and pinned his arms to the ground with his knees. Leaning to
the left, James reached out and picked up the gun, inspecting it with a scowl.

Shaking his head, he stared down at the security guard with
a derisive sneer. “Rule number one. Never hold someone at gunpoint with the
safety on. Rule number two. Never,
ever
take your eyes off the target.
You got that, ace?”

“Get the hell off me,” the guard yelled as he struggled,
trying to throw James off him.

Mouth agape, I stood shaking, watching James in a mixture of
pride and awe. Sliding the guard’s gun across the pavement, far out of reach,
James frowned at the man and shook his head.

“We’re going to talk first.” James’s tone was unreasonably
calm.

“I’ll have you arrested for assault,” the guard threatened.
His face turned bright red in anger and probably rosy from embarrassment, too.

“Go right ahead. Would you like to borrow my cuffs? I’m a
cop.”

Ex-cop
I inwardly corrected. It was the second time
James had implied he was a police officer. Either he’d left the force recently,
or was hiding a story…maybe both.

The man blanched and closed his eyes. “Fuck me. Okay. You
proved your point. You can get off me now.”

“Are you going to pull any more Rambo moves?” James smirked.

I bit my lips together to keep from laughing.

“No,” the guard bellowed.

James quirked a brow, and the young man’s bravado deflated

“Look, it’s my first night. I was hired yesterday,” the man
explained.

“Jesus,” James hissed. “A little training before they slap a
gun in your hand might be helpful.”

Flexing his powerful leg muscles, James stood, then reached down
and offered a hand to the guard. He begrudgingly accepted, and James hauled him
to his feet.

“I’m sorry. I thought the lady was in trouble.”

Was the guy stupid
and
blind?

Scowling, I marched even closer to the man. “Did it honestly
look like I was in trouble?”

“I wasn’t sure, Ma’am.” He shrugged with a rueful
expression.

“Next time, you might want to assess the situation before
you overreact. You might live to return to work tomorrow.” James landed his jab
with a sarcastic chuckle.

Laughing? He was laughing? I didn’t find the situation the
least bit humorous, and James’ blasé attitude pissed me off. My body shook ever
harder, but I didn’t know if it was from anger, fear, or the toe-curling kiss
I’d shared with James.

“I can’t believe you drew your weapon on him,” I boldly
yelled at the guard.

James looped his arm around my waist and pulled me back.
“Settle down, sexy tigress.”

I shot him a hateful glare. “I will not.” I clamored to
break free of his grip but James only held me tighter. With a growl, I raised a
finger, waggling it at the guard. “You just ruined the best kiss of my life.”

“Is that so?” A proud smile speared James’ slightly swollen
lips.

“Then I suggest you two get a room,” the guard snapped in
disgust.

“No. You need to retrieve your weapon and walk the hell out
of here before I report you,” James ordered in a stern voice.

Turning away from the guard dismissively, he gathered me
into his arms. “Now what was that about the best kiss of your life?”

As if we’d never been interrupted, James cinched a fist in
my hair and tugged my head back. As James gazed into my eyes I drank in every
nuance of his gorgeous face. From his long dark lashes, which any girl would
kill to have, to the strong perfectly-shaped arch of his brow, all the way to
the end of his straight and narrow nose. My anger instantly vanished as I
settled my gaze on his lips…soft and full, they felt like heaven and hell when
he kissed me.

As if reading my mind, he bent and claimed me with a fiery
kiss that stole my mind. All the tension bled from my body and I sagged against
his chest, drunk on desire.

“For fuck’s sake,” the guard murmured.

Peeking out from beneath my heavy lashes, I watched the man
walk away. I rolled my eyes at the absurd encounter with the guard, but when
James thrust his tongue in my mouth—sweeping over every nook and cranny—nothing
but his slick heat mattered.

Whimpering and moaning beneath him, I clawed at his back and
writhed in his arms. James pulled from my lips, then trailed his decadent mouth
over my jaw, flicking his tongue as he kissed his way down my neck. I was
panting like a porn star as he worked his way back up and swirled a slow,
torturous lick over my ear. His warm, moist breath spilled along the path of
his tongue, chilling my flesh and short-circuiting the synopses in my brain.

“I want you, Liz,” he growled hungrily in my ear.

Yes. Oh god yes.
I wanted him too—in my bed, and
deep inside my pussy.

“I want to see you again. Have dinner with me, tomorrow…um,
rather later tonight.”

Dinner? That was it?
What happened to ‘Let me take
you home and fuck you hard’? That’s what I really wanted. Not food. Pulling
back, I tried to catch my breath as I studied his expression. Lust and desire
permeated his half-lidded eyes, but a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth
told me my shocked expression amused him.

The son of a bitch is toying with you.

If he thought for one second that he could ignite this kind
of blaze inside me and not put the damn fire out, he was sadly mistaken.

“Will you let me take you to dinner?” he asked again. This
time he was deadly serious.

Feeling as if I’d been doused with cold water, I weighed my
options. I could tell him to kiss off…which was totally out of the question. Or
I could cool my jets and bite back the urge to scream at the frustration coiled
up inside me.

Opting for neither, I simply nodded ‘yes’.

Reaching into his back pocket, James plucked out a business
card and handed it to me.

“Call me when you get home. I want to know you made it
safely.”

Taking the card, I held it in my trembling hand and read the
words printed in black raised lettering.

Stone, Inc.

Personal Protection & Private
Investigative Services

James Bartlett

(224) 665-9990

“Liz? Are you okay? You’re shaking.”

I forced a tight smile. “I’m fine. It’s just that you…” Set
me blazing like a damn bonfire and won’t bother to put it out. Yeah, I’m just
peachy. Asshole.

I didn’t want to him to know how out of control he made me
feel. I feared that if I tried to explain I’d sound either insane or pathetic.
Besides, the man had to know what he did to me. Still, I was confused as to why
he didn’t want to reap the benefits of his soul-stealing kisses. Why was he
holding back?

“I what?” he asked tilting his head and delving into my
eyes.

“You…heat things up,” I replied on a nervous chuckle.

“Indeed, but so do you.” Reaching out, he stroked my cheek.
“Make no mistake, my little temptress, I want to sink inside your hot body and
hear you scream my name. I ache to slide my tongue over every inch of your soft
skin, and drink down all that sweet, warm honey as it spills from inside you.”

“James,” I whispered on a desperate sigh.

“That excites you, doesn’t it?” he taunted, skimming his
finger down my neck and over the peak of one throbbing nipple. “Your pretty,
blue eyes are all smoky with need, and I can smell the scent of your pussy, so
sweet and inviting. It’s making my cock scream. It’s all I can do to keep from
laying you over the trunk of your car, drag my tongue up your luscious thighs,
and suckle on your clit, until you can’t come anymore.”

My knees began to buckle. I reached out to grab hold of his
arm as he snaked a hand around my waist. I wasn’t an exhibitionist, but his
lurid words enticed me to be…now.

“You’re killing me,” I purred as I closed my eyes and
stroked his strong biceps. “But not over the car. I have a nice soft bed at my
place.”

“Soon,” James promised with a mischievous smile. Bending, he
pressed his forehead against mine and gazed into my eyes. “I’m going to
discover who you are on the inside before I thoroughly explore you outside.”

My body swayed. He had no trouble unraveling me…just not
yet. My hopes of a long, sweaty, session of sex had been thwarted. Frustration
peaked and melded with gnawing need. Logically, I knew it was for the best. But
my throbbing and totally saturated pussy strongly disagreed.

I tried to remind myself that James liked kink with his
sex—how much kink remained a mystery. Until I knew how big a role BDSM played
in his bedroom desires, I needed to calm down, slow down, and take a big step
back.

“Then I should probably to go home and take a cold shower,”
I confessed on a heavy sigh.

He chuckled. “Yes. I need one of those myself. You’ll call
me when you get home.”

It wasn’t a request. It was an order. I rolled my eyes and
nodded.

Peeling myself from his arms was torture, and as I drove
away, I glanced in my rearview mirror. James had shoved his hands in his
pockets and watched me until I was out of sight.

My body hummed the whole way home. If I didn’t burn up my
vibrator tonight it would be a miracle. Once inside the house, I kicked off my
shoes and poured a glass of chardonnay before wandering back to my bedroom and
stripping out of my work clothes.

Standing in a hot shower, I let the water beat down on me as
I tried to pinpoint why James turned me inside out. The man had the skill to
entice me to do just about anything. That fact should have scared the living
crap out of me, but it didn’t. Because my mind wouldn’t stop spooling with the
memory of his powerful body, and the way he took command of my mouth with his
mind-bending kisses.

Groaning in disappointment, I stepped out of the shower,
dried off, and downed my wine before I snuggled into bed. Glancing at the
clock, I sighed. It was already after three a.m. Just as I closed my eyes, I
bolted upright in bed. My heart thundered in my chest.

“I forgot to call James. Shit,” I hissed.

Flipping on the bedside lamp, I tossed off the covers and jumped
out of bed. Snagging my scrub shirt, I rummaged through the pockets and pinched
his card between my fingers.

Relax. He has no idea where you live, or how long it
would have taken you go get home.

Anxiety bled from my veins as I dialed his phone number.

James answered on the first ring. “Another three minutes,
and I was going to drive to your house and start pounding on your door.” His
feral tone made my nipples hard.

“You don’t even know where I live.”

“Sixty-Eight Forty-Nine North Oleander Avenue.” He rattled
off my address, and I choked on a noise of disbelief. “You’re six minutes from
the hospital. Yet it took you over forty minutes to call me. I want to know
why?”

His harsh scolding tone pissed me off. “How the hell do you
know where I live? And why are you all worked up? I called you, didn’t I?”

“I found out where you lived from some friends. Now answer
my question,” he bit out impatiently. “Either you forgot my instructions, which
I doubt because you’re a smart girl. Or you were playing games with me in the
parking garage. Which is it?”

His accusation stung. The anger bubbling inside me threated
to boil over. How could he think I was pulling his chain? Was he deaf, dumb,
and blind? Didn’t he feel the way I kissed him back? For the love of god, I was
all but dry humping his dick in the parking garage.

“I wasn’t playing games with you,” I railed. “If you recall,
you’re the one who kissed me first. And who do you think you are, berating me
like I’m an irresponsible teenager that missed curfew?”

Cringing at the sound of my combative tone, I waited for him
to either hang up or rip into me even harder. When he didn’t do either, I
closed my eyes and exhaled a deep breath.

Obviously he’s worried you’re nothing but a cock-tease.
You know very little about the man. Maybe some skanky bitch worked him over and
broke his heart.

Just the thought of James being devastated by some cold,
conniving woman took the wind out of my sails.

“To tell you the truth, I forgot.”

“Forgot?” he murmured dejectedly.

“It’s not that you didn’t leave a lasting impression,
because trust me, you did. It’s just…I haven’t had to answer to anyone since I
was eighteen.”