Lucky 7 Bad Boys Contemporary Romance Boxed Set (54 page)

She shouldn’t be doing this. Drew was now the competition. Alarm bells rang dimly in her head, but she didn’t listen. She squirmed restlessly, wanting to feel his hands, his mouth, on her breasts. To see if he could bring her to climax with just that ever-talented mouth and those fingers of his. She wanted to live out every sexual fantasy she'd harbored about him and find out if he was up to making them real.

Crazy at the thought, impatient at his slow seduction, Natasha grabbed his face in both her hands and brought his lips back to hers. With a little growl, she took his mouth in wild abandon. Clients and parties and business were all a muted, distant memory. All that mattered now was Drew and the pleasure he promised. Pleasure she meant to claim for her own.

In a swift move, he curved his fingers into the straps of her dress, hooking her bra as well, and pushed them down, trapping her arms at her sides, but freeing her aching breasts. With one lingering kiss, Drew pulled away to stare at her bare flesh, appreciation and lust shining bright in his eyes.

Natasha tried to pull her arms free, but he gave a quick shake of his head. Taking his signal, Natasha quit struggling and arched her back in silent pleading.

With a wicked grin and a slow, sexy wink, Drew accepted. Natasha wanted to move, to urge him on. But his look made it clear she was to keep her hands where they were. A thrill of excitement at being dominated pulsed through her.

With both hands, Drew cupped her bare breasts, while his appreciative gaze warmed her bare flesh. Natasha wanted to push his face closer to her body, to force his mouth to take her in and grant her some measure of relief, but she kept her hands at her sides. There was something decadent and exciting about being trapped, completely at his mercy.

Natasha groaned as his lips closed over the tip of her aching breast, sucking the hard point into his mouth with little nibbles. Then he bit her. It wasn’t hard, but the intense feel of his teeth holding her flesh sent the first shudder through her body.

She pressed her thighs together, trying to ease the pressure gathering between them. The move pulled her G-string tighter, putting more pressure on the aching center of her desire. Drew shifted his attention to nibbling at her other breast, even as he kept her body on high alert by tweaking the other wet nipple with his fingers.

She wiggled and strained, trying to find something—anything—to ease the need building inside her. The more she wiggled, the tighter the damp fabric pressed against her straining flesh. That wasn’t enough though. She wanted Drew. Inside her. Hard and solid flesh, a steady rhythm. Easing her higher, the desire winding tighter. Natasha let out a keening moan. Now.

“Now,” she demanded. “More. I need more.”

“Here?” Drew straightened, his fingers still doing their arousing dance over her nipples as he gave her a smug, all-male grin. Natasha narrowed her eyes. She’d wipe that grin off his face. And replace it with a begging look of entreaty. All she needed was the two of them, naked. And a flat surface. She was willing to make do with a wall in a pinch, as long as she got the naked part.

“You want more, too,” she said, rubbing her hips against his erection, now easily visible since he wasn’t hunched over her. “Why don’t we see how much more
you
can handle?”

Drew’s eyes darkened and she felt the shuddering path his breath took as it moved through his chest. Oh, yeah, she had him.

He slid his hands over her shoulders and down her arms to where her hands were trapped against her hips.

“Will you touch me?” he asked in a hoarse whisper. “Will you run these elegant fingers over my body?”

Natasha’s vision blurred as the image of Drew naked, lying across the sheets and waiting for her fingers, her mouth, her body, flashed through her mind. She licked her lips.

“I’ll caress you. I’ll start at your hair, running my fingers through the length of it, just to find out if it’s as silky soft as it looks.”

“If it is, it’ll be the only thing soft,” Drew promised. He raised one of her hands to his lips and ran small kisses over her knuckles. The movement pulled the fabric of her dress up to brush her aching nipple.

Natasha swallowed a groan when he used the back of her other hand to brush the fabric of her dress. The sensation of the fabric as it brushed against her aching breast was delicious torture.

“After I feel how soft your hair is...” she said, slipping her hand out of his to trace a path over his bicep, loving the feel of the hard muscle clenched under her fingertips. “I’ll rake my fingernails down your chest.”

Drew’s eyes narrowed as he trailed the tip of one finger along the edge of his teeth. She closed her eyes at the pleasure of it before continuing.

“I’m going to want to see how your body’s held up over the years, so I’ll have to give careful attention to your abs. Find out if they’re... hard, or not.”

Drew gave a slow, so-damned-sexy-it-should-be-illegal, grin. “Babe, I promise, hard is my middle name when I’m around you.”

Natasha met his grin with the naughtiest smile she could muster. Having never practiced a naughty smile, she wasn’t sure she’d pulled it off, but she was encouraged when Drew’s eyes lit up.

“So... then what’ll you do?” Drew asked.

Natasha licked her lips. She thought about sex plenty, especially when her inner wild child was straining to get loose. But she’d never talked during sex. At least, not more than, oh yeah, do me there, or the occasional faster, harder, more. There was something exciting--almost forbidden—at the prospect.

Especially with Drew looking at her like the way he was. As if he wanted to lick his way up her body. To use his tongue to find her hot zones. She let her head fall back against the wall and watched him through hooded eyes. She didn’t know why, but this felt safe, in a wildly exciting kind of way. She felt secure in letting go. Letting her wild child out to play.

With her free hand she smoothed her palm down his chest to the abs they’d been discussing, and released a shuddering breath.

“After I’ve felt how hard you are,” she whispered. “I’d drop to my knees in front of you.”

His breath hitched.

“Then I’d check to make sure you have a good view as I pull my dress down to my waist, unhooking my bra and letting my breasts free.”

Drew’s gaze dropped to her chest, where the black velvet covered her straining nipples again. He brushed the fabric aside to cup her flesh, then leaned down to take an aching tip in his mouth.

Natasha moaned when he pulled away.

“Keep talking,” he rasped.

“While you watch...” She raised a brow, smiling when he got the message and put his lips back to her breast. “I’d nibble my way over your hard, flat stomach. Then I’d slowly, ever so slowly, pull down your zipper.”

Drew slid his hand down her hip, his fingers bunching the heavy fabric of her skirt to drag it up her leg. Natasha’s breath caught in her throat when she felt the warmth of his hand on the bare flesh of her inner thigh.

“I’d push your pants down and let you loose so I could admire the hard length of you.”

His lips were working her nipples, alternating between sucking and nibbling, one breast then the other. Excitement, passion and nerves all tangled together inside her as his finger slid over the wet fabric of her g-string.

“You’re so wet. So ready.”

“Oh, God. You have to touch me,” Natasha begged. She squirmed, needing to feel his fingers. To feel his body, Something to relieve the building pressure. “I’m so close.”

“And I’m gonna make you come, Natasha. Here and now. But first you have to tell me what you’d do next,” he demanded gruffly, his mouth sweeping up to nibble at the curve of her neck.

Her breath shallow, Natasha tried to reel in her thoughts. But all she could find was desire.

“Drew,” she moaned.

“Not until you tell me. You’re on your knees in front of me. My hands are in your hair. What will you do next?”

How could he keep control like that? She could feel his straining erection pressed against her thigh. She knew he wanted her. Natasha was ready to beg for release, but a tiny vestige of feminine pride refused. He’d be the one begging before she was through.

She drew in a shuddering breath and closed her eyes to better picture the scene in her mind. With a small gasp as he ran his finger over her swollen nether lips, she gave herself over to the fantasy.

“Your hands tangle in my hair as I take you into my mouth. You groan at the feel my lips around your flesh, the wet heat of my mouth on you.”

Drew groaned, and pulled her hand from his chest to press it against the hard length pushing against his zipper. In a swift move, he shoved aside the wet fabric of her G-string to press one, then two, fingers inside her. He scraped his teeth along her throat while his other hand rubbed her nipple.

And Natasha exploded. A rush of colors flew past her closed eyes as her body convulsed in pleasure. Emotions jumbled around her in confusion.

“God,” he breathed. “You’re delicious. I forgot just how fast you ignite.”

Only for him. Other guys, it took a bonfire.

“That one was mine,” he claimed.

“Huh?” Her breathing had barely settled and he was tossing riddles at her?

“I told you your next orgasm would be dedicated to me.” His grin was a sexy combination of boyish charm and manly boast, but she couldn’t take offence. After all, he did deserve credit.

Now she wanted another one. Or two, or five. Almost as much as she wanted him to have his. To yell her name as he came. Natasha eyed the hotel bed, large and impersonal, but oddly appealing for the idea of a hot and wild fling.

“Someone said they’d gone in here, Lil’ Missy. Care to check for yourself?”

Natasha’s gaze flew from the bed, to Drew, to the bedroom door. The voice came from the other side of the paneled wood—Rufus’ voice.

Oh, God. Horrified reality washed over her. She was half-naked in a hotel room in the middle of a client’s party. She ripped her hands from Drew’s and shrugged her dress back up over her shoulders, yanking her bra into place. She smoothed both hands swiftly through her hair and pulled her spine straight just as the doorknob turned. Someone muttered something about a key. She shot Drew an appalled look as the door opened.

Then her jaw dropped.

The woman in the doorway was stunning. Close to six foot tall, compliments of her spike heeled leather boots, she radiated attitude. Bad attitude. From the tips of her pointy-toed patent leather footwear to the chain around her throat. The small-linked chrome leash intersected lace covered breasts, then wrapped around her waist. Tipped in flame-red, spiky black hair framed an exquisite face.

“I shoulda known I’d find you fooling around,” the young woman said. Even her voice was distinct. Husky, with a faint lisp.

Natasha’s spine stiffened even more as her mind scrambled to find a graceful way to escape the humiliation of being caught hastily dressed, hot and wet. Not only by her targeted client, but by a woman obviously close enough to Drew that she wasn’t surprised to find him in a hotel room under questionable circumstances.

“Hope you don’t mind us barging in like this,” Rufus said as he took in their appearance. From the wicked gleam in his eyes, it was clear he’d hoped for more of a show when he’d opened the door. Natasha cast a quick glance in the dressing table mirror, comforted to see that other than a faint flush and swollen lips, she looked presentable.

“I’d have knocked, but when such a lovely lady asked for my assistance, how could I refuse?” Ruf lifted the
lovely lady’s
hand to his lips and gave her an infatuated smile.

Natasha inwardly rolled her eyes. What a smarmy move. From the sneer he didn’t bother to hide, Drew thought so, too. Of course, it hadn’t been quite so smarmy when Drew had been the one holding Natasha’s hand to his lips, but that was beside the point.

Rufus’ next words effectively distracted Natasha from smarmy hand kissers and even hurrying back to her hotel room to get on with her fling.

“I’ve gotta tell you, Walker, your partner is the most charming negotiator I’ve ever been up against, so to speak. Looks like there’s a good possibility we can do some business together.”

Natasha’s gaze flew to Drew, who leaned one shoulder against the wall with a territorial glare on his face. Partner? Business together? Natasha’s mind spun like a roulette wheel. And when the ball landed, she was pretty sure that she’d come out on the losing end.

Anger, a tiny seed, took root in her belly. All thought of curse breaking flings, desire and satisfaction were buried in betrayal.

“It’ll be a pleasure doing business with you, Ruf,” Drew said in a tight voice, his words confirming Natasha’s loser status. And her fury. She’d come to this party, hell—to Las Vegas—to win this specific account and save her aunt’s business. And all she’d ended up with were wet panties, sexual frustration, and the bitter taste of defeat.

She swallowed the urge to hiss. Or worse, to throw a very unladylike tantrum, complete with swear words and furniture kicking.

Instead, she lifted her chin, pasted on a congenial, if distant, look on her face and smoothed a shaking hand over her hair. “It sounds like you all have a great deal to discuss. I’ll leave you to it then.”