When I’m with You (Because You Are Mine #2)(29)
Author: Beth Kery

He opened a heavy door along an unfamiliar hallway and pulled her into a room. When he closed the door, it plunged them into complete darkness. Suddenly, her back was pressed against the door by his large, hard body.

“You never give up, do you?” he breathed out, the hint of anger in his amused tone thrilling instead of alarming her. “The only thing you were missing was the pole while you danced up there on the terrace,” he said next to her mouth before he nipped at her lower lip. A ripple of excitement went through her.

“Were you jealous? Turned on?” she asked softly, plucking at his lips in return. He tasted wonderful.

“Wasn’t that the entire point? I want you to know that I’m going to punish you for teasing me that way. Then you had your fun by almost giving me away about the dancing, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t do that on purpose.”

“Of course you didn’t. You never do.”

“The slipup was an honest mistake,” she said breathlessly as they nibbled at each other’s mouth and her body seemed to liquefy from a rush of heat.

“Was it a mistake the way you were gyrating all over Caden? I felt like I was watching you two having sex with your clothes on. And what about just now . . . what the hell do you think you were doing in that hallway?” he asked, a new edge to his tone.

“I wasn’t doing anything but looking for you!”

“You weren’t doing anything but poking at the sleeping snake again. Some things never change,” he muttered, shifting his hips so that his erection slid against her belly. She heard the dark amusement in his tone. He touched her jaw with caressing fingertips, then brushed her sensitive lips. “Now you’re going to have to deal with the consequences, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice a low, sensual threat.

Her heartbeat throbbed in her ears in the oppressive silence. Even though it was pitch-black in the room, she pictured his small smile . . . the glint of a dare in his eyes.

Pride warred with desire.

Desire won.

She reached between their bodies and outlined the contours of his erection. Oh. His testicles felt full—fuller than any man’s she’d ever touched. It excited her, that evidence of his blatant masculinity. His cock rode down his left thigh. She stroked him through his pants, her eyes widening in the darkness. His low, rough groan sent tendrils of excitement through her lower belly and sex. Her fingers trembled as she unfastened his trousers. She wrapped her hand around his thick, tumescent staff a moment later and whimpered.

“That’s right,” Lucien said in a rough hiss as she stroked his warm, dense cock, completely spellbound. “Between that and my hand, I’ll tame you yet, ma chère.”

Stark longing overwhelmed her. No retort came to her as he guided her to her knees.

Part III: When You Tease Me

Chapter Five

The feeling of her small hand sliding along his cock through his pants made his entire body coil tight with lust. He hadn’t realized until that moment when she teased him with a touch that was both knowledgeable and hesitant at once—he would have said shy, but that term couldn’t apply to Elise—how much lust he’d been trapping inside muscle, blood, and bone. Her touch liberated it. It roared in his veins, until even if Ian Noble had walked into the room at that very moment and accused him of some heinous crime, Lucien couldn’t have stopped. Not while Elise’s flavor lingered on this tongue.

His fingers sunk into her hair, thrilling to the silky feeling of the cool, loose waves caressing his skin, his breath stinging in his lungs as she unfastened his pants. He stroked the warm satin of her cheek and clamped his eyes shut at the sensation of her hand enclosing his shaft a moment later. Surely she didn’t tremble? Then she stroked his naked flesh, and her caress was sure. Expert. He saw red behind his eyelids. His hand transferred to her shoulder, the thin material of her dress allowing him to feel her delicate bone structure and the heat of her skin. She flicked her fingers at the rim beneath the head of his cock—quick, concise. She wrapped her small hand around his girth and whimpered. The combination ripped through him like a blade. His cock lurched viciously.

He urged her downward. She sunk before him like a silent dream come true in the darkness.

She placed her hands on his thighs to steady herself. He cupped his balls in his hands, lifting them slightly and wincing in acute arousal, before he slid his hand below his shaft, lifting himself out of his clothing until he felt her warm breath mist the sensitive head. For a split second, neither of them moved, but he felt her focus on him, shared her tension.

Her warm, parted lips caressed him, making him shudder. She slid him into her warm, humid depths, her mouth eye-crossingly precise.

“Elise,” he muttered roughly. He furrowed his fingers into her hair, spreading them until he palmed the back of her head. She bathed the straining head—such a ready, nimble tongue—and cupped his balls before she sucked him farther into her mouth. Her low purr of satisfaction vibrated into his flesh, making him hiss in pleasure. She gently molded his testicles to her palm and urged him with her touch and suck. Her clamping lips moved like a piston at midstaff, taking him deeper slowly . . . surely, sliding farther and farther down his shaft.

He wished to God he could watch her but was just as fervently thankful he couldn’t. He recalled that brief flash of her sucking Hugh Langier so expertly and knew the vision of her doing the same to him would pull his trigger . . . end this nirvanic moment long before he was ready.

No, he wouldn’t think about Langier now. Elise was all his for this stolen moment in the darkness. He wouldn’t share her, not even with a memory.

She slid him along her tongue until he felt the muscular, rigid ring of her throat enclose the tip of his cock. His groan raked at his larynx, his fingers tightened on her skull. Suddenly she was ducking back and forth, treating him to a series of tight, fluid, rapid strokes. His eyes sprang wide. She took him farther this time, deeper, her palpable eagerness making him clench his teeth in raw lust. She gagged when he entered her throat, but immediately controlled the reflex, keeping him lodged deep.

He made a choking sound and slid out of her throat. Damn her, the little hellion . . . always pushing . . . always testing.

“Keep still,” he said, his voice sounding rougher than he’d intended due to splintering restraint. He tightened his hold on her skull, preventing her from ducking her head forward when she tried. He slid the fingers of his other hand through her hair, immobilizing her when she tried to take him deeper. She whimpered, and he grimaced at the erotic sensation vibrating along his shaft.