The Tycoon's Secret(31)

Each step he took closer to her, caused her breath to hitch, her eyes to widen. Her body was just as on fire as his, her gown hiding nothing from his view. He saw the way her ni**les beaded underneath the revealing fabric. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

He lifted his hands as he slowly and carefully began undoing his tie, his eyes never leaving hers. He deliberately ran the expensive silk through his fingers as he undid the knot, then left the ends hanging down the front of his shirt.

Her eyes moved from his to the base of his throat where his fingers were starting to undo the buttons of his shirt, deliberately, one by one. He watched as she swallowed, her lips then parting as her breaths began coming out in shallow pants.

"I'm sorry I've neglected you this week, Sierra. I'll make sure to not do that again. From this second on, I'll give you plenty of … work …  to do," he crooned, his lips turning up in a satisfied grin. Oh yes, he could think of many, many ways Sierra could work on him.

He was starting to forget all about revenge as he began focusing solely on pleasure. Before he had a chance to worry about that thought, Sierra spoke again.

"That's really great. We'll definitely come up with a game plan tomorrow. Night, Damien," she whispered as she reached her room. She pushed her hand against the door, trying to shut it in his face. He slid his foot out, stopping it from closing.

"We aren't done speaking, Sierra, not by a long shot," he said as he easily pushed the door back open, steadily hunting her as she looked around the room for an escape route.

"I'm really tired, Damien," she said as she covered her mouth and imitated an impressively fake yawn.

"You don't look tired, Sierra. You look hungry, in need, wanting … " he countered as he reached his last button. "I can help with all of that."

She stopped at his words, her chest heaving as he seduced her with nothing more than a few sentences. He stepped up to her, his shirt falling to the ground before he reached out his arms and placed both hands on either side of the small indent of her waist.

She craned her neck back, her wide eyes meeting his desire filled depths. He was holding back by not immediately capturing her lips. He knew he could make her submit with nothing more than one kiss, but he wanted her to ask.

He needed her to quiver with desire for him, beg him to take her. He had to have her  –  but he had to have her shaking with need.

"What do you want, Sierra? What do you need?"

He pulled against her body, bringing her soft curves into contact with his heated skin. A soft moan escaped his throat at the pleasure of feeling her pressed up against him for the first time.

She was about ten inches shorter than him, her br**sts rubbing against the lower part of his chest, her hot core just out of reach.

He moved his hands lower, slid them over the slick satin of her gown, his fingers skimming the round curve of her butt, as he pulled her even more tightly against him.

Sierra's breathing quickened while in his arms, but she didn't say anything, her head falling forward so he could no longer see her eyes. She didn't try to pull away, but she hadn't reached for him yet.




 

 

It wasn't good enough.

He slowly backed her up, his leg sliding between her sweet thighs with each small step they took, as if they were slowly dancing in the dim room.

"As soon as you admit you want this, want me, I'm going to take your mouth, slide my tongue inside your lush lips, then taste your sweetness. After I have you begging me for air, I'll move down the column of your throat, find every sensitive point in your body, before I cup your soft br**sts in my hands and devour them with my mouth," he whispered, his tongue sliding out and caressing the edge of her earlobe.

His already throbbing arousal jumped when she groaned from deep within her throat.

He reached up and gripped her hair, slowly pulling her face back from his chest so he could look into her half-opened, desire-filled eyes.

"Tell me you want me, Sierra. Say you want me to make you scream," he commanded, his lips lightly brushing hers as he spoke, getting just the barest of her taste on him, making him regret his power game.

She shook her head a very minuscule amount as her lips opened in invitation. She wanted him, she just didn't want to say the words.

He needed her to admit it out loud. He wouldn't allow her to come back with regrets or accusations later.

"I'm going to take you tonight, Sierra. I'm going to pleasure you over and over again, make your body burn for hours, make you come so long, you'll beg for it to stop. When you think you can't take any more, I'm going to start all over again, rekindle the burning embers inside you. You'll cry my name all night long. All of this will start as soon as you say a few simple words," he promised.