Hot for His Hostage (9 page)

He gave her more of it all when he grabbed both her wrists then redirected her hands
over the muscles she’d just been craving. Zoe moaned as he guided her fingers up his
taut stomach, over his massive chest then atop the shoulders that bunched, hard and
mesmerizing, beneath her exploring fingers. Hesitantly at first but encouraged by
his aroused hiss, Zoe let her lips follow along the same path.

“Zoe. Sweet baby girl.
Yessss.
”

Perhaps it was good she had no brain left. If she had, the thing would’ve been blown
apart by everything about this experience. He actually let her touch him. And dear
God, how he caressed her in return. Connected with her. Called her sweet and beautiful,
and told her about all the ways she pleased him—yet through it all, never let her
forget exactly who called the shots between them tonight.

Him. Only him.

And she didn’t want it any other way.

The confession pealed joy through her heart as Shane pulled her off her feet again.
This time, he used the motion to lower her to the bed, following her to the mattress.
Once more, she wondered if she was living out a movie script, everything included
except the sultry R&B soundtrack. Especially the most devastating leading man she
could ever ask for.

 “Still convinced I’m secretly a little green man from a planet made of cheese?” he
finally whispered.

She ran a hand up his muscled neck. “Like you’ve been labeled ‘little’ a day in your
life.”

She expected him to chuckle. Instead, a frown formed across his face. “That’d be a
negative,” he muttered.
Aha
. More military talk. The words were like a flag in front of Zoe, practically beckoning
her to call him out again. Burnett wasn’t stupid; he knew it, too—but as she pulled
in breath for the words, he sucked them from her with another hard kiss.

Dios
, this man and his kisses.

He didn’t even give her time to regroup. Thunder gathered in his chest, rougher than
before, as he pressed his forehead to hers. At the same time, he positioned his knees
inside hers then shoved them wide. With a harsh grunt, he swept her arms over her
head, capturing both her wrists beneath one of his.

Zoe writhed, whimpered, and shivered. Maybe he’d truly thrown her into a rocket and
taken her to another planet. Everything felt so surreal. His hands were now forged
in iron. His stare was hammered copper. Even the abrasion of his wool pants inside
her thighs was a visceral reminder of the delicious contrasts between them. Steel
against soft. Command met with compliance. A Dominant preparing to take his submissive.

Yes. Oh, yes.

She didn’t realize the word had tumbled out aloud until Shane brushed his lips to
her ear and growled, “Like this, do you?” A deeper sound rumbled from him as she managed
a jerky nod. “Me too, baby girl. Restraining you like this. Feeling you move under
me, knowing I’m going to be inside you soon…knowing how I’ll fuck you until ordering
you to come for me…”

“Ohhhh.
Sí. Asi me gusta. Por favor…cojamos
.”

A harder rumble vibrated his chest. “Soon, baby girl. But that doesn’t mean you have
to stop begging.” He swept his mouth back up, taking passionate nips at the corners
of her lips. “Damn. The things you say, Zoe. The way you say them…they make me so
goddamn hard.”

She lifted a little smile in answer. “And the things you do…they make me…”

“It’s okay.” It was a demand more than assurance. “Tell me. Don’t leave a fucking
thing out.”

“They make me wet.” She blurted it before losing the nerve. “And…hot. Everything tingles.
Even my nipples.
Especially
my nipples. Burnett—”

She barely pushed out the name before he tore it from her lips with a hot, hungry
assault. When he finally dragged away from the kiss, he growled, “Call me Sir now.
I need to hear it wrapped in your lust.”

She nodded, not sure what to do with the husky warmth of his voice. Finally, she managed,
“Y-yes, Sir.” But as soon as the words spilled out, so did heavy tears. She blinked
and thrashed her head to the side, bracing for Shane’s blowback on her emotion. When
men saw tears, it was like having acid spilled on their balls. Maybe she could hide
them by keeping her head turned and her face in the shadows…

He didn’t issue a sound.

Instead, he pressed lower—and began wicking the tears off her cheeks with his lips.
Sheer shock pulled her face back around. His action was by no means tender, but it
wasn’t angry, either. He was passionate, even hungry. Feasting on her tears. Treasuring
them.

That was it. He didn’t just amaze her anymore. He knocked every shred of logic from
her brain. Tumbled the apple cart of her composure. Wading through the applesauce
aftermath, she cried harder.

“Yes.” His exhortation, rough but fervent, stopped the air in her lungs. “Fuck yes,
tiny dancer. Don’t stop giving it to me.”

She couldn’t fight him if she tried. And
Dios
, how she was tempted to try. She was bared to him in so many ways now, including
these tears. She was a blubbering mess, half her makeup likely gone, yet Shane kept
drenching her in his smile, his burnished beauty growing with every minute. His gaze
turned molten as he rained more kisses over her face. His lips glistened from the
bath of her tears. His jaw, already hardened by the room’s shadows, intensified another
degree as he reared back, released her, and withdrew a condom from his wallet.

“Keep your hands there,” he instructed quietly. He tossed his pants and the wallet
toward the couch, apparently not caring where they landed. “You’re so fucking mesmerizing
like this. Keep your hands tangled in your hair like that. And your nipples jutted
up. Incredible. You humble me, baby girl. Offering yourself like this…fuck…what a
gift.”

The sting of her tears worsened. It was too much to handle. He was too damn beautiful.
Too many of her fantasies were coming true at once. It was too damn perfect. A situation
set up for failure, probably hers. She needed to safe word out and make him leave,
before she messed up and turned this into another grueling memory.

She gained new courage by beholding the heat on Shane’s face. And the harsh breaths
lifting his chest. And the arousal parting his lips as he set aside the condom in
order to free his belt—and then his fly.

“
Mierda
.” Astonishment made it impossible to speak or do anything else. Thirty seconds must
have passed before she managed, “Sh-Shane.
Sir
…”

“It’s your fault,” he muttered. “I was dust from the second you walked up in the bar.”

“There’s nothing dusty about that.”

She nodded at his erection. Correction—at the most magnificent cock she’d seen in
her life. Even the marble statues at Caesar’s Palace couldn’t compare to the huge,
hard length rising from the perfectly-shaped patch of auburn curls between his thighs,
with its flawless vermilion crown gleaming at the top. Even the slit in that dark
red bulb seemed carved by the angels to perfection.

Dios
. Had she really almost safe worded on him—and missed this? How had her pre-estimation
of him been so wrong? She’d been a dance lead for over a year now. Sizing up men,
as well as costume parts to service every inch of their boy parts, was practically
a job requirement. She hadn’t been wrong about those guesses in a very long time.
This was definitely a lesson learned in an interesting way. Presumptions could turn
into shocking little ass biters.

She tore her sights from Shane’s crotch to his face. Surely she wasn’t the first woman
who’d dropped her jaw on his toes in reaction to his “gifts,” but nothing close to
a gloat defined his features. His lips remained tight. His stare was taut. Every chiseled
line of his face conveyed nothing but raw desire, open lust.

Stomach, meet heart
.

“Do you get it now?” He closed a fist around his shaft. “Do you understand what you’ve
been doing to me since the second I laid eyes on you?”

A gulp pounded down her throat. Zoe stared as he caressed his broad length. She longed
to raise her arms and touch him, too, but her desire to honor his wishes was more
important. He enjoyed watching her like this, physically proving her surrender to
him—in so many ways, a bondage that meant more than the real thing. And in this position,
she was forced to open herself to him more…to show her need in the power of her gaze.

“No different than what you’ve done to me, Sir.”

He prowled back over her body with the stealth of a mountain lion. Sank his mouth
into hers with thrusts of growing need. Finally positioned himself on one elbow so
he could keep his face level with hers while ripping open the condom and rolling it
over his length, laying hot and hard against her stomach. The latex made no difference
in how his flesh seared hers already, or how deeply her spirit yearned to have him
buried inside her.

Longing curled in her core, escalating into a moan up her throat. The sound detonated
again when Shane re-centered himself, elbows planted on either side of her head. He
locked his hands atop her wrists and slid his erection between her labia…spurring
her whole body to tremble.

“Ahhhh.” Her head fell back into the pillow with the groan. Shane answered with a
low snarl of satisfaction, finishing it with an extra savage note.

“Very nice,” he growled. “But not enough, baby girl.” He nipped her chin. “I need
more. You’re going to give it to me, and you’re going to do it now.”

A merciless mix of expectation and anxiety made her stomach—and places lower—clench.
What did “more” mean? They weren’t on a leather-padded bed in the middle of a BDSM
dungeon with a hundred rig points. On the other hand, he’d shown her the pointlessness
of all that simply with the force of his fingers on her breasts. Was she willing to
trust that “more” from him would be an experience just as surprising…but perhaps just
as painful?

She answered that by swallowing deeply, then summoning two words to her lips.

“Yes, Sir.”

His snarl turned sensual. He softly kissed her on the mouth. “Good girl.”

She gave him a tentative smile. “I want to please you.”

He scrutinized her for a long moment. “And that scares you.”

“A little. Yes.”

“I know. And it’s okay.” His eyes roamed over her face with heavy-hooded heat. “That’s
why you’re still going to talk to me.”

She didn’t hide her surprise. “You…want me to…”

“Yes.” He kissed her fast but went on, “You want to please me? Then words are what
I want. Talk to me in that incredible voice of yours, Zoe.” The tips of his fingers
stroked from her palms to her wrists. “Tell me what you want. You know where I stand
already.”

She gave him a nervous laugh. “And you don’t think I stand in the exact same—” She
dropped into silence from the power of his sudden glower. Then gasped from the new
press of his cock through her folds. By every saint in heaven, the man’s body felt
so good. “
Dios
.”

“Mmmmm. I like that look on your face, baby girl.”

“I like what you’re doing to put it there, Sir.”

“Good.” He trailed his mouth from one side of her face to the other. “Very good. Now
tell me more.”

His voice dropped into a warmer register, melting all over her senses, tantalizing
every inch of her pussy. “I—I like the feeling of your body against mine,” she murmured.

“Yeah,” he encouraged. “Very good. More. Naughtier. Dirtier.” He rocked their bodies
together, his shoulders captivating as they strained, his thighs coiling and massaging
the insides of hers. “What part of my body?”

“Your—ummm—” What was wrong with her? She was used to slinging blatant biological
terms all the time during rehearsals. It was nothing to ask for certain things to
be thrust or grabbed or lunged. This sudden embarrassment was baffling. And she could
get over it. The man’s own words helped her.
This is exactly what I want…your surrender. Let it go.
“Your cock…Sir.”

“Yesssss. And where do you want it?”

Her eyes slid shut as his growl made everything throb. Her nipples, her pussy, even
the roots of her hair responded to him. He was a new definition of commanding. Her
huge, hard, dominant dream.

“Inside me.” She was a little surprised at the gasp in her voice. “Please. Inside
my pussy.”

“Good.
Good
. Doing what, baby girl?”

“Fucking me.” Her mental tethers fell away, useless against the heat of his desire,
intensified as he slid his cock along her folds, moistening himself with the cream
her body gave up for him. “Fucking me hard and deep.”

He pulled away a little, making Zoe cry in protest until she realized his purpose,
to position his broad head at the entrance of her deepest core. He didn’t stop there.
Her walls convulsed as he tested them, inching in a little. Then a little more.

“Your body’s pleading for me, baby.” His whole frame vibrated as he forced his entry
to a halt. “But I need to hear it from your mouth, too.” He pushed the hair from her
forehead and kissed her there. “Beg me for it, Zoe.”