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  Damn right I would.

  With the thought solidified in her mind, she gazed over the firm lines of Kyler’s masculine body. She wasn’t blind to the fact that everything he did seemed to be geared in a way that made her act first. As though he wouldn’t do more unless she outright showed she wanted it.

  For whatever reason, he needed to see her strength. And his actions made her feel stronger—powerful, even. She’d made this choice to join him tonight, and she wanted this man for one night of sexy, delicious sex.

  With shaky hands, she reached for the ribbon that held her dress to her neck and yanked it free, then stripped out of her lingerie. As the warm air brushed against her puckered nipples, Kyler turned to her, holding the two glasses of wine.

  His gaze smoldered with a heat she wanted to lose herself in. He gave her a slow once-over and then his eyes met hers. While they were heated, he also seemed to have controlled the lust. He smiled gently and offered her the wineglass. “For you, my lady.”

  After she accepted the glass, he headed toward the hot tub. Perhaps he attempted to make her feel like being naked was no big deal, so she was comfortable. His plan worked; his nonchalance settled the racing of her heart and eased the shaking of her hands, making her feel a lot less naked.

  She took a big sip of her wine for bravery, reminding herself that if she did die in two months, this was surely a memory she’d be glad to take with her. Watching Kyler enter the hot tub, she climbed the wooden steps. He offered his hand, and she slid her fingers into his, loving the way his firm grip held hers.

  Her foot dipped into the water and she moaned in happiness. By the time her entire body dropped into the water, her eyes fluttered closed. She forced them open as he tugged her closer, pulling her onto his lap.

  God, she loved how he touched her—without hesitation—with passion. There was no restraint as he yanked her right on top of him, like she belonged there. That confidence spoke to her and heated her up far more than the water.

  “Feels nice, hmm?” he murmured.

  The jets pushed water against her body and her knees pressed against the bench he sat on. As his erection settled against the junction between her thighs, she didn’t know if he meant his body against hers, or the hot tub. It didn’t matter. Both felt incredible. “Feels amazing.”

  His gaze fixed on her and he took a big gulp of his wine, finishing half the contents in one swallow. After he lowered the glass, he said, “You have unique eyes. At the wedding, they looked blue. Now they look green.”

  His arm wrapped around her back, holding her in place, as she didn’t doubt the water would have her floating away. “They change color, depending on what I’m wearing. It’s weird, I know.”

  Slowly, he shook his head. “Weird is not the word I’d use to describe them. Beautiful, yes.”

  Her cheeks warmed, and he seemed to have noticed, if his grin had anything to say about it. She simply wasn’t used to compliments. And it was nice. He took another sip of his wine and then asked, “So, you’ve never had casual sex, have you?”

  “No.”

  “Interesting.” He arched a brow, cocking his head. “Tell me why you decided to come up here with me tonight?”

  Taking a big sip of her wine, she cringed at the dry taste and then replied, “Isn’t it obvious?” You make me freaking hot!

  He placed his near-empty wineglass on the wooden edge of the hot tub, then trailed both hands along her back and cupped her bottom. “Oh, I know you’re aching right here for me.” He shifted her hips, rubbing her sex against his hardened length. “That I don’t doubt.”

  She gripped her wineglass in hopes it wouldn’t fall out of her hand. Again, that slow smile spread across his face, looking deadly and dangerous all the same. Then he added, “But I’d like to hear your reasoning behind it.”

  As his hands squeezed her buttocks, she fought the desire to stop talking altogether and shift a little higher to force him inside. “Are you always this vocal about stuff?”

  “Always,” he said with conviction.

  He swirled her hips and her eyes fluttered closed as pleasure swept like molten lava in her veins. When he squeezed her bottom again, clearly waiting for her reply, she opened her eyes. “I want you.”

  “The passion is intense, isn’t it?” he asked in a seductive, low voice.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “I feel it, too.” He held her stare, serious and stern. “I don’t want only tonight, Ella. Let’s get that out of the way, all right?”

  God, get inside me. “You want to go on a date, then?”

  She attempted to shift her hips again, and he chuckled softly. “Woman, you melt under my touch in a way I have never seen before. I want to play with you, and learn all the things that make you you as I do.”

  Odd term. “Play with me?”

  “Yes.” He pressed his face into her neck and inhaled deeply. “I want to play with this sexy body and watch it heat under my hands.” Shifting her hips against his cock, he groaned. “But since you’ve never done this before, I want you to know where we stand.” He gave a forceful lick up her neck and then looked to her. “I want more time with you.”

  Ella watched him, and thought this conversation was peculiar, to say the least. Didn’t men just take what they want and be happy with that? To her, this seemed like a negotiation, as if he planned it all and needed everything to be clear. “Do you always plan sex out before you do it?”

  One sleek eyebrow arched. “I need you to understand what I want.”

  He was serious, that she firmly believed. But the annoying voice in her head stopped her. “I don’t want to date.”

  He hesitated. “Coming out of a relationship, then?”

  “A long relationship.” Don’t ask about it, please.

  His eyes narrowed slightly. “I certainly don’t want only one night. I’d like to get to know you, if that’s all right with you. But we don’t have to do strings attached, so how about a friends-with-benefits arrangement? Would that suit you?”

  “Only friends—no relationship—though?” she retorted.

  He grinned. “Friends who hang out and also fuck, yes?”

  Part of her knew this was a bad step. Even hanging out could lead to a relationship, and that was the last thing she wanted. Though all the same, she wanted Kyler, even found herself excited over the idea that he wanted to get to know her better … or play with her again. “Okay, I agree.”

  “You agree with what?”

  She quivered against the warm tone in his voice that seemed to pull at something deep inside her. “No strings attached, but you want to get to know me after tonight.”

  He smiled, warmth filling his expression. “Ah, that I do.” He rose with her in his arms, as if her size-eight frame weighed nothing. With an oh-so-sexy smile on his face, he rested her bottom on the edge of the hot tub. “Put your hands beside you.” Her heart hammered as she pressed her hands against the warm edge, and he added, “Open your legs, nice and wide.”

  Lord, he seemed so solid: a confident guy, and that was sexy. To her, it seemed like a reward when she did what he asked. When she didn’t respond or hesitated, he gave her hard looks and used a firm voice, but the moment she pleased him it all vanished.

  Odd.

  Regardless, she ached for his touch. Hesitation was the farthest thing from her mind as she widened her thighs. She’d already learned that that easygoing look from him, matched with his charming smile, meant pleasure.

  This man could deliver.

  The warm air caressed her hot sex when she spread wide. His eyes blazed with an intoxicating flare, setting her on fire, as he murmured, “Put your calves over my shoulders.” She slid her ankles over his damp skin and then ran her legs over his hard muscles until her knees rested against his shoulders. He growled low in his throat. “That’s it, sweetheart.”

  If he said anything else, she didn’t hear it because his mouth was on her. It was magical. His tongue swept up her folds
with light tickles and her head fell back with the racing of her heart.

  God, he didn’t just lick her, he devoured her.

  He knew where to touch and when to touch, making her burn. She lowered her head, gritting her teeth against the surge of sensations. His finger pressed against her slit, and she moaned, unable to look away from his blond head of hair nestled between her thighs. He pushed inside her and she realized he didn’t kiss her there to stir pleasures; he kissed her there to make her come.

  His mouth moved quickly over her sex, while his finger pumped in and out. She gripped the edge of the hot tub, her legs trembling against his shoulders. He controlled her body. She could do nothing but rush headlong into the pleasure.

  At some point in the midst of her quakes, he placed his mouth directly over her clit, and she became unable to refuse his request. When he replaced one finger with two, she became undone. She hadn’t ever come from oral sex, but when Kyler touched her she had no choice.

  He owned her.

  Kyler controlled all of her senses, commanding how she should feel and when she should feel it. His talented fingers and firm mouth had her responding, and she quivered and jerked. He brought her bundles of nerves between his teeth, somehow biting and sucking at the same time.

  Pleasure froze her body.

  Then she crashed over the edge.

  Shuddering and screaming, she free-fell into ecstasy. Light danced before her eyes, with each euphoric wave drowning her. Not until the fierce trembles eased did she realize he had removed his finger, his mouth no longer stroking her satiated sex.

  Opening her eyes, she found him kissing her inner thigh with butterfly kisses. She exhaled, fighting to catch her breath. “God, you are good at that.”

  “You make it easy for me.” He slid his tongue up her thigh. “You’re impressively responsive.”

  Pulled from the haze of her release, she cocked her head. He had odd word choices. With her body battered from climax, she couldn’t quite understand him.

  Responsive.

  What was this man, a sex expert?

  Lowering her legs from his shoulders, she slowly reached for him. “Your turn.”

  “That’s not how this works.” His voice was hard, unyielding, as he rose.

  “How does this work, then? I don’t get to touch you?”

  “Oh, you’ll touch me, just not here.” He jumped out of the hot tub and then lifted her gently out. Once he placed her on her feet, he gestured downward with a dip of his chin. “On your knees, Ella. Touch me right here.”

  Watching him closely, she noticed the excited flare in his features. Odd. Why was it so important that she went on her knees for him? Did he just like that—a woman giving him oral sex this way?

  She studied him, and it seemed like more. Though after the two orgasms he’d given her, she had no problem making him feel equally good in any way he preferred. She slid to her knees with his erect cock only centimeters from her mouth. Grinning up at him, she trailed her hands over his muscular thighs. “Is this what you want?”

  Heady emotion crossed his face. “I like you on your knees and looking at me with those expressive eyes.” Brushing his fingers across her cheek, a harder edge crossed his features. “In fact, I’d say it’s fucking perfect.” He reached for the braid in her hair, and then gave a gentle tug. “Let me feel that mouth that’s been haunting me all night.”

  Chapter Five

  Submissive.

  Ella’s desires pulled at Kyler so intensely he couldn’t hold back. It wasn’t the way she stroked him or how her mouth bobbed on his cockhead; it was the way she had looked to him while on her knees.

  Time froze.

  He’d yearned for that all-consuming look and that pleasing expression as a woman was on her knees to pleasure him. He’d wondered if he would ever see it again. And there it was. Right there for him to admire. Her look clearly said, I could be yours. You could be mine.

  Still, he believed it wasn’t so much her reaction; rather, it was his reaction to her. The force of her genuine pleasure had stolen the air from his lungs. The passion between them was incredible, but what presently burned between them was something far deeper. A sensation that went to the center of his Dominant soul. He was a Dom who wanted to command her submission.

  Protect.

  Cherish.

  Appreciate.

  He agreed with Aidan that something haunted lay inside Ella, but it didn’t make him want to run away. Her troubles made him yearn to wrap her in his protection and mend whatever was troubling her. Even if she portrayed the air of a strong woman, which he respected, he also wanted to get past the layers of strength to the very core of Ella.

  As she rested on her knees, he was acutely aware of her. Every stroke of her hand and caress of her lips unraveled him. Her intent to please him created a stirring to show her how submission could awaken her in ways she’d never known.

  Her haunted gaze needed a Dom’s push to clear it, of that he was sure.

  Ella deserved to be free from personal demons.

  She licked her way over his shaft, working her lips in perfect rhythm to increase his cravings for her, and he groaned. In fact, her mouth was so perfect he’d had enough of being teased. He stepped back, withdrawing his cock from between her lips and offering his hand. “Come on up, sweetie.”

  She rose to her feet looking a little confused. When he held her she relaxed, another indication that submission would do her good. Comforted by a Dom who could take that darkness in her gaze away, even if for a little while.

  He tugged on her hand until she pressed her warm, soft body against his. She remained silent, as if patiently awaiting his next order. He stared down into her glassy eyes, amazed by her. Ella was a natural submissive; the desire to please all but danced off her skin. He was consumed by her vulnerability.

  His Dom instincts flared to life, as tonight wasn’t only about fucking her, but removing her pain while she remained under his command. And giving her a moment of peace her expression told him she needed.

  That’s why he sexually dominated women. The exchange wasn’t about overpowering a woman or controlling her; it was about taking a submissive to a higher place. A place she couldn’t go without him. His duty was about taking her body and soul in his hands and giving her what she needed.

  Understanding her.

  Allowing her to lean on him.

  Letting her forget her troubles.

  At the heart of it, her submission fueled his soul. By allowing her to be her without pain, without stress, and without negative emotions that sometimes clouded life, he flew right along with her. She deserved to be allowed to be Ella stripped of everything but feelings of pleasure, happiness, and the sensation of being content.

  With his purpose solidified to allow her a little freedom, he cupped her face and she leaned in to his touch, intimately. Her closeness wrapped him in a wicked spell, and his cock moved against her stomach.

  Christ, she’s a sweet little thing.

  He gathered her in his arms, and as she wrapped her thighs around his waist he gripped her bottom. He carried her through the French doors and then placed her down on the bed. When she squirmed to move closer to the middle of the mattress, he ordered, “Stay still.”

  As she held his gaze, he noticed her swallowing deeply. Yet he was enthralled by how easily she accepted orders. Her cheeks were pink with the arousal she was obviously trying to control. She spread her legs just enough for Kyler to see pink, damp flesh; he then took a really close look at her body.

  She wasn’t too skinny; she looked healthy. Her curves were perfect for a Dom’s hands, and her round ass would do well under a flogging. His gaze traveled the length of her. Her legs were creamy, with few freckles, and her breasts were round, with small, perky nipples. His focus stopped on her shaved sex with the thin line of trimmed hair.

  A low noise rumbled from his chest as urgency engulfed him. He turned, approaching his suitcase on the floor. After he unzipped the
side pocket, he reached for the box of condoms, only too glad he’d thought to bring them. In his twenties, he’d learned the lesson to always come prepared.

  Once he grabbed a foil out of the box, he glanced to Ella and swallowed his groan. His cock twitched at how she waited patiently for him. She remained statue still, exactly as he’d ordered. Good girl. With his gaze soaking in the pretty view, he ripped open the foil with his teeth.

  The package fluttered to the hardwood floors while he sheathed himself in the thin latex. He grunted—no submissive in Club Sin had ever made him this hard. And he knew why—none of them were Ella.

  More so, it was the challenge she put forth.

  He needed to earn her submission, and he hadn’t experienced that challenge in the dungeon. She didn’t know she’d thrive in the BDSM lifestyle. That it would give her peace from that glaringly obvious pain inside her. And he also suspected she hadn’t yet experienced the hands of a Dominant. The thought that he had a vanilla girl desperate to be naughty set him aflame.

  He craved to unleash her darkest desires and erase that hurt in her heart for as long as he could. All of that combined made him feel powerful, and worthy as a Club Sin Master.

  Once he rolled the condom down to the base of his penis, he closed in on the bed and regarded her. Ella lay on her back, watching him with hooded eyelids. She stayed perfectly still, hardly even breathing.

  He admired her compliance and loved how hot he made her.

  Kyler had fucked many submissives in his time.

  This was different.

  It was special, and he sensed the connection to Ella down to his bones. Sliding his knees onto the bed, he settled between her warm thighs, pressing his weight against her. Her hands traveled over his back, which flexed with each touch she offered. He shifted his hips, priming for entry. “Do you feel how hard I am, Ella?”

  She exhaled a slow breath. “God, yes.”

  “That’s all because of you.” He liked how her mouth arched at his compliments, and also enjoyed her blatant look of desire. With his cock sliding over her clitoris, he took her lips in a commanding kiss, inhaling her flowery scent. Using his lips and tongue, he claimed her mouth and pulled her under his command, leaving her mind no room to wander.