Paradise Disguised(6)

Dylan brought his lips closer and teased her, nipping at her chin and  the corners of her mouth. He chuckled at the frustrated sigh she gave,  impatient to have his lips join with hers. His eyes were wide open and  stared into the fathomless depths of her turquoise orbs. His tongue  traced the outline of her lips and she parted them, ready for all of  him.

Dylan took the kiss slowly, deepening it with a gentle thrust of his  tongue, but she wouldn't let him take his time. She growled low in her  throat and pressed her lips fiercely to his. He couldn't hold his  control back any longer and met her, stroke for stroke. He'd never had  anything that tasted as sweet as Anna Hollis did at that moment. The shy  woman she'd been was gone, replaced with a fiery passion that burned  him from the inside out.

"Touch me," she demanded.

He whirled her around, so her back was pressed against the desk, and he  lifted her so she was barely sitting on the edge. The kiss was  scorching, out of control, with a passion so intense he lost himself to  the heat of it.

Things were moving faster than he'd anticipated, but he couldn't control  his body, the instinct to mate prevalent in his mind. He bunched the  red skirt around her waist so he could press his throbbing member to her  wet heat.

"Oh God," she said, feeling him thrust against her, grinding slowly.

Only the barrier of his jeans and her red lace thong kept him from  entering her. He could tell she was close to climaxing by the little  whimpers she was making in the back of her throat.

Her pleasure would have to be enough for now. As much as he wanted to  take her across the top of his desk, he knew a building full of people  was not the place to do it. And besides, when he got her naked, he  wanted her to stay that way for a long time. He knew he wouldn't be  satisfied with having her only once.

Dylan leaned back to look at the woman in front of him, but kept their  centers pressed close together. Their breaths were heaving, and he  watched her shiver as he ran the tips of his fingers across her nipples,  making them harden even more. Anna's eyes dilated at his touch and she  inhaled quickly.

He took the zipper of her jacket between his fingers and brought it down  slowly, inch by inch, until it sat open, showing hints of the red lace  bra beneath it.

It was like opening a gift on Christmas morning-better than a gift. She  was every fantasy come to life, and for the time being, she was all his.  Her breasts were full and ripe, spilling from the cups of her bra with  every breath. She was magnificent.

"Are you sure you want me to touch you?" he asked, skimming her nipples again with his knuckles.

She could barely speak, the sensations were so marvelous. "Yes," she said on a moan.

Dylan flipped the front clasp of her bra open and stared in wonder at  the magnificent globes in front of him. He tweaked her nipples between  his two fingers and squeezed gently, causing her to buck her pelvis  against his own. He kissed her swollen mouth again, keeping up the duel  assault on her nipples and clitoris.                       
       
           



       

"Do you like this?" he asked.

"Yes. . .yes. I want more."

"Tell me exactly what you want," he demanded.

"I want you inside me. I want you to fill me up," she panted. She was  close to the edge, but he moved his fingers just shy of the sweet spot  on her clitoris to prolong her pleasure. It was torture.

"How do you want me to fill you up?"

She was speechless. The effort it took to talk took too much out of her overly sensitized body.

"Do you want me to put my cock in your pussy?" he pushed relentlessly.  "What about your mouth? Will you take it in your mouth and swallow  everything I have to give you? How about your ass," he said, pushing his  pinky down her drenched slit to the tiny puckered hole beneath.

"Oh, God. Yessssss," she screamed, and she bucked violently against his  ministrations as she came in a violent crash of waves that took over her  body and creamed his fingers. Sensations of light and color dimmed her  vision until she thought she'd gone blind with the pleasure. She fell  against him as exhaustion replaced passion.

"Oh my God," she said. "What was that?"

Dylan chuckled at her question, his need still raging in the lower half  of his body. "That was an orgasm. The first of many you'll have with  me."

"If I would have known it felt like this, I would have made some changes sooner," Anna said with a mischievous smile.

Dylan backed away from her slowly, his body a ticking time bomb, and winced at the discomfort of his straining erection.

"What about you?" she asked, noticing his pain.

"Today is not for me. It was an introduction of things to come, a  demonstration of sorts. Not to mention the fact that I forgot to lock my  office door, and we're taking a hell of a chance. But I'm not going to  wait too much longer. I've wanted to fuck you for months."

He backed up quickly because he could tell that his words had reignited  her arousal. He zipped up her jacket and helped her adjust her skirt.  "Give me a few minutes to get my body under control, and we'll go meet  with my architect before I change my mind and take you on the desk."

Anna looked like she wanted to take him up on the offer but got shakily to her feet and followed him to the door instead.

"I can't go out there like this," she said, referring to her slightly  rumpled skirt and kiss swollen lips. "Do you think he'll know what we've  been doing?"

"No," Dylan lied with a straight face.

Anyone would be able to tell what they'd been doing, especially Mitchell. He was no stranger to an aroused woman.

Anna looked like the morning after a wild night of passion. Her hair was  tousled, her lipstick was gone and her face was flushed and dewy.

"I'll come by tonight as soon as I get off and we can finish what we've  started. Does that sound like a good idea to you?" he asked, already  counting down the minutes. He kissed her forehead gently and ushered her  towards the door.

"Oh, yes," she answered. "We'll need to go somewhere else, because I  wouldn't feel comfortable with you staying the night in the same house  as my father. Even though we're in separate wings of the house, it's  still too close for my comfort."

Dylan didn't bother to correct her assumption that he'd be spending the  whole night with her. He never stayed the whole night. It was rule  number one for staying unattached. He was going to strive to be the best  teacher he could be. Of course, the benefits were more than rewarding  if she was an apt pupil, and he had every reason to believe she would be  after their first encounter.



Anna walked out to the parking lot in front of the offices of Maguire  Homes with her legs still shaking. The sun beat down on her drained  body, and the pavement felt unsteady beneath her feet. Earth-shattering  was the only way she could think to describe her first encounter with  Dylan Maguire.

The meeting with Mitchell had been embarrassing to say the least, her  mind unable to stay focused on telling him exactly what she wanted for a  house. All she could think about was the feel of Dylan's lips against  hers.

She stopped at her car and dug her keys out of her bag. They always  seemed to end up at the very bottom amidst all the other junk she  carried around. She didn't notice the note until she'd gotten behind the  wheel. The piece of yellow paper placed under her windshield wiper was  like a flag flapping in the breeze.

"Uhh," she groaned, getting out of the car once again. All she wanted to  do was go home, take a hot shower, get into bed and get some sleep so  she was at her best when Dylan came to pick her up. Being a sex kitten  was harder than she'd thought it would be. Her mind was already  wandering, thinking of a relaxing evening at home when she opened the  note.                       
       
           



       

Dylan Maguire is mine. Stay away from him, slut. OR ELSE.

Anna stood on the pavement, her legs frozen at the words on the page.  Dread roiled in her stomach along with something along the lines of  disappointment. It didn't look like Dylan was going to be available to  her after all. She'd have to think long and hard about whether or not he  was worth the risk.





Chapter Four





Dylan stood on the wide, covered front porch of the Hollis's plantation style house and rang the doorbell for the third time.

Under normal circumstances, his builder's curiosity would be amazed at  the craftsmanship of a house over a hundred years old, one of the  earliest built in Paradise. He'd run his hands along the large white  columns that flanked the massive front doors of the Greek Revival  Mansion, or inspect the hand cut glass that laid in the double-hung  windows.