Grounds for Seduction (Seattle Steam) Page 7

  That kiss was beginning to sound pretty damn good. His hands circled her satin-covered waist and dragged her toward him. He slid one hand up to tangle in her hair.

  “Just a kiss,” he repeated, and then she covered his mouth with hers. She rubbed her mouth against his in a light caress, retreating and returning many times until he couldn’t take it any longer.

  His tongue thrust between her lips, stroking over her teeth and into the warm interior of her mouth. She sighed and angled her head against him, bringing him deeper.

  She tasted of mint, cool and sweet like she’d just brushed her teeth or eaten a mint. She grabbed the back of his neck and wrapped her tongue around his, sucking in a steady rhythm. God, he thought, the things she could do with that mouth.

  He groaned and started to reach for the belt of her robe, then froze. Self-control, get some. He repeated the mantra in his head several times until his returned.

  “Okay.” He lifted his lips from hers and whispered, “There’s your one kiss.”

  “You mean you want to stop?”

  Gabe nodded and waited for her to get ultra pissed off again. Instead, she surprised him by laughing in amusement.

  “Well.” Her lips brushed against his one more time. “Let’s try something else first.”

  Her words registered just as he heard an all-too-familiar clicking sound. He tried to push her back, but it was already too late. She had one of his wrists handcuffed and just finished securing the other cuff to the metal leg of the end table. Where the hell had she hidden the cuffs in that robe?

  “I found these in your sock drawer this morning.” She gave him a casual shrug.

  “Maddie.” He growled and jerked forward, forgetting she’d cuffed him. The table rocked, threatening to knock over the lamp and spill the plants. He fell back onto the couch.

  “I’m going to make you a deal, Gabe.” She sat on his lap and smoothed a hand through his hair.

  Even though his right hand had been restrained, his left was still free. He reached up and grasped her wrist, stilling its movements.

  “No. You’re going to get the key out of my dresser and let me go,” he ordered, his voice dropping an octave.

  He knew he’d made her reconsider, because she swallowed hard and, for just a second, hesitated. Then she shook her head and pried her wrist free.

  “Like I said. I’ll make you a deal.” She climbed off his lap, as if sensing she’d be safer farther away from him. She was right. “For the next half hour or so I’m going to…entertain you. When I’m done, you can either tell me to go to bed, or you can screw my brains out. I’m hoping for the latter.”

  “Let me save you the time—”

  “Just make yourself comfortable, Gabe.” She stood. “I’ll be back in a second.”

  Madison almost ran back into her room. Her pulse pounded, and she even trembled while she put on her shoes. She looked in the mirror and smoothed a hand over her hair, then took a second to put on a layer of lipstick.

  Enough time wasted. Gabe wasn’t an idiot. He’d find a way out of those cuffs if she wasn’t there to monitor him. Hmm. How strong was the lamp?

  She grabbed her phone and hit play on the first song on her playlist. The music came on, and the first sensual notes of an R&B song blared. Tonight, she would put those strippercize classes to use.

  “Maddie,” Gabe shouted from the other room. “When you uncuff me, you’re not going to find a safe enough place to hide…”

  She appeared in the doorway to the living room, and he trailed off. She set her phone on the TV stand and untied the belt at her waist and slid the robe off her shoulders, letting it slide to the floor. The only thing she wore underneath was a black lace bra, matching G-string, and some pretty sexy heels.

  She leaned her back against the doorframe, turning her head to look at him. She began to undulate her hips, slow and steady, and his body tensed as his gaze narrowed on her. Good, she thought, he wasn’t looking away.

  Madison ran a hand down her neck and over a breast, stroking her nipple so that it thrust out against the lace while she shifted her hips in sensual figure eights. She turned around so she faced the frame and dragged her leg up the wall. She arched her back. With the heels on, she knew it made her legs look a mile long.

  She lowered her foot to the floor and stepped away from the doorframe. Walking in a deliberate advance into the middle of the room, she noted Gabe’s gaze following her every step.

  She stopped and pointed her foot just in front of her body, starting the sensual undulations again. A smile curved her mouth as she watched him. So this was what ultimate power felt like. Gabe didn’t stand a chance.

  Chapter Eight

  When she’d first cuffed him, Gabe had been ready to break the lamp to get free. The fact that it was an antique that had belonged to his aunt kept him from doing it. Now, watching as Madison’s pale breasts rose and fell while her hips moved, he’d eagerly throw away the key.

  Her hair fell past her shoulders in a sensual wave. Her gaze bore into his, full of passion and promise. It was almost too unsettling to linger there, and he turned his attention to her breasts. Her nipples were hard under the lace, and he could almost make out their color.

  As if she knew his thoughts, she unfastened the back of her bra and dropped it to the floor. Her nipples, a tempting dark pink, hardened further, and his mouth watered. God, he wanted to taste them.

  He started to rise and got jerked back to where he sat. Damn. He kept forgetting about the cuffs.

  Madison gave a throaty laugh, cupping her breasts as she took another step toward him. His blood pounded as he focused on her navel, a tiny crater in the middle of her flat stomach. Moving his gaze farther south, he let out a strangled groan.

  His cock hardened and again he fought against his restraints.

  “Maddie,” he croaked. “You win. Go get the key and stop this.”

  “Stop?” She sank down to her knees on the floor a few feet in front of him. “I’m just starting, honey. I can’t have you changing your mind again.”

  I won’t. He watched as her fingers ran swirls around her nipples.

  “When you touched me here,” she stared at him. “It felt so good.”

  Gabe’s erection throbbed painfully under his jeans. He almost closed his eyes at the discomfort, but that would mean missing what she did next.

  Madison leaned back and thrust her hips into the air in slow, grinding movements. She slid a hand down her stomach to the top of her panties.

  “And when you touched me here.” Her voice turned husky. “I just got so hot all over.”

  She slipped her fingers below the fabric and inside herself.

  Gabe choked on a gasp. He never thought he’d be jealous of a hand, but right now he would give anything for those fingers to be his. Madison smiled at him, her eyes cloudy with arousal.

  He watched as she rolled to the side and pulled a leg out from under her, swinging it in an arch in the air as she leaned back onto her elbows. She did the same with her other leg, so she lay flat on her back with her legs in the air. Her ankles moved in slow circles, giving him the most exquisite view of her ass. She grabbed the strings on both sides of her hips and slid the panties up and over her thighs, kicking them off her legs.

  They landed on the couch beside him, and he grabbed her panties with his free hand. He caught the faint scent of her, and his blood thundered in his veins.

  Madison let her legs fall back down and then open. Her hand drifted back between her legs, and she began touching herself.

  “You see, Gabe,” she said softly, “I can get myself off. But I’d much rather you do it for me.”

  “I’ll do it. God, I’ll do it.”

  “I know you will.” She sat up again on her knees and went down on all fours, approaching him with a seductive crawl.

  He clenched her panties in his hand, the smell and sight of her intoxicating him. The tension in him grew ready to explode and make a hell of a mess in his je
ans.

  Thank God, she appeared to be almost done. Madison reached him but seemed to have other plans.

  She knelt before him, running her hands over the denim on his thighs.

  “Get the key, Maddie,” he demanded as his hips jerked toward her.

  “Not just yet,” she murmured and slid her hands from his thighs toward the zipper on his jeans.

  He heard the rasp of the zipper and then her hands were inside, parting the slit in his boxers to find him.

  “Ah, here we are.” She pulled him free of his boxers and jeans, stroking him into a full erection. “Wow, the socks didn’t lie.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” Gabe squeezed his eyes shut, trying to slow down the orgasm that threatened to rip through him. Her hands were like satin— Wait, it was wet. God, she had him in her mouth.

  She ran her tongue along the length of him, curling around the head of his shaft while her hands slipped back inside his boxers to cup his balls.

  Gabe grabbed her head with his free hand and massaged her nape while she sucked at him like he was candy, moving her mouth up and down on him. Damn, she was amazing.

  “Maddie, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come.” He grunted, his hips bucking under her skilled mouth.

  She pulled back and stroked her thumb over the head. “Although I do owe you an orgasm, I’m too selfish not to get my own this time.”

  His hand delved into her hair. “Get the key.”

  She slid up his body and climbed onto his lap, reaching behind him between the cushions of the couch.

  “I hid it in here,” she confessed in a breathy voice as she pulled out the key along with a condom. “And this. I didn’t think we’d make it to the bedroom.”

  “You were right.” He grabbed the key from her and unlocked the cuffs, unable to believe it had been that close the entire time. Finally free, he grabbed her hips and pushed her back onto the couch, falling on top of her.

  He used one hand to pin her hands above her head while he drove two fingers into her slick channel. She gasped and bucked against him.

  “I’m ready, Gabe.” She panted. “I don’t need this.”

  “I do,” he answered without pity and drove his fingers deeper into her. He lowered his head to her breast, tracing her nipple with his tongue. The taste of her skin was addictive. Before, he had just touched her, never tasted. He’d missed out. He closed his lips over her nipple and drew it deep into his mouth, sucking on it in a fierce rhythm.

  She cried out again, and the sound of her pleas drove him wild. He pulled his fingers from inside her, rolled the condom on, and positioned himself against her tight entrance.

  “Now’s the part where you get your brains fucked out.” Without hesitating, he thrust himself deep inside her.

  Madison bowed against him, whimpering. She jerked at her wrists, trying to get them free, and he let her go. She immediately threaded her hands in his hair.

  “Gabe.” She gasped, her thighs clenched around his hips, her high heels in the air. “God, you feel so good. More.”

  He thrust into her harder, his eyes just about crossing from the sensation. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, but he was determined to take her with him when he came.

  He found her clit again and stroked her until her body tightened against him. She shuddered, moaning out her release in a long breath. He thrust deep, pulling her tight against him. He groaned aloud when he orgasmed, the intense explosion of sensation rocking through his body.

  After things became clear again, he laid his head against her breast and heard the frantic beating of her heart. Her breath came in shallow gasps.

  “Wow…” Her voice came out soft and shaky. “I don’t think I’ve ever had that kind of sex before.”

  Him, either, but he wouldn’t admit it. Hell, he could barely form a thought right now. He nuzzled her breast before closing his teeth around one of her erect nipples and biting lightly. She moaned and held his head against her.

  After a moment, he pulled himself off her. When she gave a small cry of protest, he slid his hands under her and swept her up into his arms.

  “Time for bed.”

  “You’re sending me to bed?” She seemed almost hurt by the idea.

  “My bed.” No way was he separating himself from her just yet.

  Her face warmed with relief and she giggled, snuggling against him. “Oh, good.”

  He had no intention of thinking about the consequences of what had just happened between them. It was too late. And there was no way he was going to spend the rest of the night regretting it. It had been too good, too right between them to regret it.

  Plus, there were still seven hours left before he had to be at work, and he planned to make good use of them.

  …

  Madison woke just before dawn. She lay on her side, her legs intertwined with Gabe’s and her head nestled under his chin. She stretched, testing her body to see if any soreness lingered from their orgasm party the previous night. Between her striptease and the hot sex that had continued into the wee hours, she was a little sore.

  Raising her head, she glanced at the clock on Gabe’s bedside table. It was five in the morning. Didn’t he have to be at work soon?

  Stifling a yawn, she laid her head back on his chest. A second later, it vibrated under her as he groaned. His hand, which rested on her ass, tightened, and his groan turned appreciative.

  Madison held back her sigh of relief. She hadn’t been sure what to expect from him this morning. He’d fought so hard to try to be good, and last night she’d finally broken him. She’d been prepared for anger or regret. Something.

  “It’s five in the morning, Gabe. Maybe we should get up.”

  He stroked over her ass in a gentle caress, then dipped lower between her legs to play with her. His chest bounced under her again as he laughed.

  “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I am up.”

  She moved her leg just a bit and encountered the evidence herself. He used the move to curl a finger inside her.

  Madison’s blood pounded at his touch, and an ache grew between her legs. She closed her eyes. There’s no way I have the energy to go another round.

  Gabe slid out from under her and eased her back onto the bed. He sat beside her, drifting a hand over the curve in her waist and up her hip.

  “Tired?” he asked.

  “After last night? Of course.” Her body tingled.

  “Well, try to rest then.”

  What? He gave up that easily? Disappointment stabbed through her, but then he rolled her onto her back and kissed her navel. Ah, that’s better.

  He snaked out his tongue to trace around the dip.

  “Just get some rest and pretend I’m not here,” he murmured, moving his mouth in a slow, agonizing trail down from her belly button.

  Right. She closed her eyes. I’ll just pretend this is a wonderful, delicious dream.

  His kisses ended at the swell of her mound, and she wondered for a second what he thought about her being bare. All coherent thoughts disappeared when his tongue swept over and into her.

  Madison moaned and let her knees fall open. He dragged his tongue up her folds until it found her clit, twirling around it and causing her head to spin. Her heart thundered as she bit her lip, but she couldn’t stop the cries that escaped her mouth.

  Her response must have encouraged him, because he took the nub into his mouth and began sucking on the sensitive flesh.

  Madison whimpered as she threaded her fingers into his hair, holding him against her. She opened her eyes to look down at him. The sight of his face buried between her legs sent another pulse of arousal through her.

  He eased two fingers into her, moving them fast and deep while his tongue swirled.

  “Gabe…oh my God!”

  She threw her head back, watching the ceiling spin as her hips bucked in helpless pleasure under him. When he drew her between his teeth and thrust his fingers to the hilt, she screamed and c
lenched around him. She shut her eyes and color swirled behind her lids.

  Her nipples hardened with the orgasm and her legs trembled from the intensity. Madison fought to get her breath back while Gabe lay back down beside her, keeping a hand between her legs and rubbing in a light caress.

  “Still tired?” he murmured, kissing her stomach.

  “No.” She gasped and closed her legs around his teasing hand. “I’m very much awake now, thank you very much.”

  “Do you want me inside you?” His teeth closed around her ear, and his tongue stroked over the captured lobe. “Because you are so hot, and I’m going to be in a lot of pain if I don’t get inside you soon.”

  “Do it. Now.” She rolled on top of him. “Condom?”

  “Drawer next to the bed.” He moved to grab her ass while she got the condom out and placed it on him.

  A moment later, she raised herself up and then moved down onto his erection. Taking him inch by inch.

  “You are so damn big.” She moaned at the exquisite sensation of having him inside her. God, he was every girl’s dream. Thick and long. “I’m not going to be able to go to spinning class for a week.”

  “Spin on this.” He smiled and thrust his hips upward, impaling her farther onto him.

  “Mmm. I love it when you talk dirty.” She gasped and began her workout.

  Chapter Nine

  “Have a great day,” Madison called after the customer who was leaving her shop.

  After the lady had gone, her gaze drifted to the cop who sat in the corner reading a magazine.

  “He’s pretty hot,” Sarah said in a low voice, following her gaze. “Man, this is fun, having some fine-ass cop hang out here all day.”

  It would be, if he’d been the right cop. Madison swiped at the counter with a rag. She’d been pretty disappointed when Gabe broke the news this morning. She’d just assumed that since he’d been trusted to keep her safe at night, he’d be the one to watch over her during the day.

  “I think I caught him checking me out,” Sarah went on after a sigh.

  “Why don’t you offer to buy him a cup of coffee?”