Free Dangerous Master by Tawny Taylor Page B

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    He stopped her again, this time by looping an arm around her waist and hauling her back against him. His body was hard and hot. A very pronounced rigid lump was pressing into her spine. He gathered her hair and brushed it over one shoulder. She stood there, immobile, and just about melted.
    “I don’t know what it is about you.”
    “I don’t know either,” she mumbled, letting her head fall back.
    Holding her tight, he tongued her earlobe. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
    She had to admit, but only to herself, she’d been thinking about him, too. More than she wanted to. “I ... I don’t know what to say.”
    He loosened his hold, but only to coax her around to face him. His eyes were dark as he stared down at her, full of emotions. Before she figured out what he was feeling, he kissed her. While his mouth claimed hers, he backed her into the wall. She was trapped. She was at his mercy. And, ohmygod, she wasn’t about to try to escape.
    She’d kissed her share of men in her life, but none had kissed like Zane. He made kissing an art. With soft lips, agile tongue, and occasionally teeth, he drove her into a state of desperation. She tried to fling her arms up over his shoulders, but grabbed her wrists and held them at her sides, flat against the wall. He wedged a knee between her legs, and her hips started slowly rocking back and forth. Her center ached for his touch. Her whole body did.
    He mumbled into her mouth, “I want my pussy.”
    His pussy wanted him, too.
    Next thing she knew, she was being walked back into his room. The door slammed shut. Her clothes were removed, one piece at a time, while he tasted and licked and nibbled on just about every inch of her exposed skin.
    This was really going to happen. She was going to let this man have her, fuck her, if that’s what he wanted.
    Abruptly he stopped, looked at her. His expression was ... troubled?
    “Is something wrong?” she asked, struggling to inflate her lungs. She fingered her kiss-swollen lips with one hand while making a half-assed attempt at covering herself with the other. “You seem conflicted.”
    “I don’t fuck my submissives.”
    He didn’t? Her pussy clenched. Did that mean he wouldn’t fuck her? Right now, that was kind of disappointing to hear. “I see.”
    “I don’t kiss them either.”
    What was he trying to say?
    “I’m sorry. I don’t understand.”
    He shoved his fingers through his hair and audibly sighed. “You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”
    “Say what?” Her skin was cooling off. She was actually starting to feel a little chilled.
    He removed his jacket and wrapped it around her. It was a sweet gesture, gentlemanly. She waited for him to find whatever words he felt he needed to say. A heated minute passed, a second. “I’ve never felt this way about a woman before.”
    “Are you trying to say you ... like me?”
    “No.”
    “No?”
    “ Like isn’t the right word.” He caught a tendril of her hair between his fingertips and gave it a soft kiss. “I am captivated by you.”
    Captivated. That was some word. This gorgeous man was “captivated” by her? What a boost to the ego.
    What a terrifying, thrilling, overwhelming prospect.
    “Come to my party this weekend.” He tucked the hair behind her ear. “Attend as my personal guest.” He chewed on his lower lip.
    “Just to clarify, you want me there not as an employee.” Smelling his scent on the jacket’s collar, she pulled the garment tighter around her nude body.
    “I don’t want you to work for me. I want you there with me.”
    “Okay. I’ll be there, then.”
    “Good.” His eyes glittered as he bent to give her another kiss, this one sweeter, more patient. “Don’t think you can sneak a camera onto my property.”
    “Warning heeded.”
    “If I have to, I’ll strip-search you.” His lips curled into a devious grin.
    “You might anyway, I’m guessing.”
    “You’re right.” He kissed her