Captivated by the Soldier (BWWM Interracial Romance) (3 page)

He saw Makayla’s disappointed look when he withdrew, but he stamped down any urge to grab her face and plaster those deliciously puffy and pink lips with hungry kisses.

Clearing his throat lightly, he reached for the bottle to pour her more wine, but she shook her head, placing a hand over the glass.

“I’d think you were trying to get me drunk, sir. But you’re too much of a gentleman for that I’m sure,” Makayla murmured with a little teasing smile. And yet Blade had heard the prickle of annoyance in her tone and he was astute enough to know what it meant. So she thought he was a gentleman? And did she think that was why he’d chosen to pull back from what had obviously been a potential kiss?

What did Makayla Stiles want from him, Blade mused? He sure as hell couldn’t take it for granted that she felt even a percentage of what he was feeling every time she was near. He was a heartbeat away from ravishing her on the spot, but he dared not believe her attraction for him was just as fervent.  Or could he?

Chapter Five

Makayla had positively been about to scream when the gorgeous lips of the former soldier pulled way out of her reach. Good God! This man was getting under her skin.

Of course, he was one of
those
. Men who refused to take advantage of a woman even though she was practically panting for it. Couldn’t he tell? Or would she have to be less subtle?

She’d changed into a dress after a quick, scented bath; she’d talked her head off in the belief that he was the kind of man who you needed to first stimulate through the mind.

But Makayla was done with undercover maneuvers. Looked like she needed to take a more direct line of attack.

She’d say this much; he sure knew how to soften a woman up through her stomach. And she loved that he didn’t go overboard with the meal. It was just right.

He didn’t bother with dessert, instead topping off the delightful dinner with sugar cones heaped with chocolate ice cream and sprinkles. At her suggestion, he moved to the couch in the living room to eat their ice cream cones. Makayla plopped down beside him and in the process managed to topple her scoop of ice cream onto the front of his shirt.

“Oh no!” she cried. “I’m so sorry!” she yelled, grabbing a napkin and trying in vain to clean his shirt.

“Didn’t you learn never to play with your food?” Blade growled, lunging for her. Makayla let out a squeal in surprise and tried to skip off the couch but he was too quick, grabbing her by the waist and pinning her down against him. Her breath got hitched somewhere in between her chest and her throat as she unintentionally came in tight proximity with Blade’s hard, warm body.

“Don’t worry about the shirt,” he said, before placing his arms across his chest and tugging the sticky shirt up. His torso spread out wide when he pulled his shirt over his head.

Good heavens
, thought Makayla with breathless delight as everything seemed to happen in slow motion. His pecs and abs stretched tautly from the motion of his arms being lifted above his head, the V at this waistline sharpening and then relaxing as his impressively muscled arms lowered. Makayla had a glimpse of sexy armpit hair before he tossed his shirt aside, his ribcage flexing.

She couldn’t keep her eyes off him.

Blade’s blue eyes blazed as he felt her eyes over his body.

His gaze was assessing but at that point Makayla didn’t really care how it looked, the way she was staring at him with her jaws unhinged.

Every etched line and muscle of his golden-skinned body took her back to that night she’d found him asleep in her bed. Now, she felt manacled by the urge to simply reach out and touch him, like he was some perfectly carved marble sculpture. The breadth of his shoulders, the curved roundness of each bicep, the eye-catching tribal tattoos inked darkly on his right breast. His washboard belly was so flat it was almost concave, and he had the most gorgeous nipples, like copper coins. Not a trace of hair, except the light trail leading down into the waistband of his jeans.

Blade’s body had a throbbing, vibrant beauty that could bring a woman to tears. Looking at him brought her darkest, most hidden cravings to the surface and she could almost hear the tigress in her purr.

“Makayla…”

Makayla wasn’t sure if it was a warning or a plea she heard in Blade’s tone…but she knew it had the same element of aiming to keep her from what she wanted so badly to do – and that was to touch him.

She bit hard on her bottom lip, which got a tortured groan rippling low in his throat as he watched her mouth. Her body then moved even before she knew what she was doing, shifting sideways until she was edging against Blade’s strong, virile frame, her breasts pillowing into his rock-hard pecs.

Bold, breathless, she lifted both hands to run them over his torso, paying attention to those oh-so-sexy nipples that made her lick her lips. She was fascinated by his textures of silk and steel. The pads of her fingers scraped against the edge of his nubs and she heard his breath snag.

“Do you ever let go of your iron control?” Makayla mused, her eyelashes fluttering as she looked through them at him. “I’ve been waiting all night for you to make your move. You look like a man with passion – unless, perhaps I don’t inspire any.”

He huffed, at last speaking though he kept his hands at his sides. “Trust me, Makayla, you inspire a whole lot of passion. In ways you aren’t even ready for yet.”

She pouted, tipping her head to the side in a flirty, girly gesture.  Her right palm was sliding down his six-pack and memorizing every rippled dip and swell of rock-hard muscle.

“What makes you say that? I’ll have you know that I’m tougher than I look,” she said on a murmur. “You might be a former Army soldier, all grit and fire…but I think I can handle you.”

As she spoke, she eased herself on her knees over him, straddling his thighs as she pushed him until he leaned against the back of the couch. She felt his hands lift and rest on her waist, and his fingers dug in so hard it made her flinch slightly. Unfazed, her hips began to undulate seductively, rubbing her smoldering sex against the wedge straining against his jeans

“This…isn’t happening, Makayla.”

Makayla noted the rough gravel in his tone, and smiled. He was getting harder by the second; she could feel the swell of him nudging against the crotch panel of her now very moist panties. Her arms slipped around his bare shoulders and she tilted her face to reach for those sinfully inviting lips of his.

“Maybe that’s not your call to make, soldier,” she whispered against his mouth. Her eyes closed dreamily and she merged her lips with his.

She kissed Blade and it was all she could do to catch her breath.

She felt him freeze dead-still, but for her, everything around them spun. He tasted outrageously delicious, the feel of his lips making her want more. She tilted her head for deeper access and got a deep growl of pleasure in response as he finally thawed.

His hold on her hips made her gasp as his fingers dug into her tender flesh. She felt a flutter in her stomach which spread and blossomed till it became a pool between her shivery thighs.

Oh
.
My.
A flush of warmth spread through her body.

His mouth parted, inviting her in. Bold arousal overtook decorum as Makayla plunged her tongue in, seeking his heat and sweetness. A bolt of desire almost ripped her in half, making her moan as he responded with a passionate though subdued hunger.

Makayla could feel him holding back, yet was just as conscious of the rapid pounding of his heart against hers. She clutched at the short, silky tufts of his hair, her teeth nipping gently into his bottom lip. Unable to help it, she rocked her hips and rubbed against the rigid tent in his jeans.

She felt his hands close around her shoulders before he broke the kiss far enough so that their lips were mere inches apart, hot breaths mingling, tantalizing, scorching.

“Makayla…I hope you realize this isn’t a game anymore?” Blade told her gruffly, and she blinked her eyes open to gaze down into his ferociously dark gaze. Her resolve faltered at the look of almost untamed desire in his eyes, warning her to tread carefully.

“Who says I’m playing?” she whispered, her confidence returning as she felt the need bubbling faster in her deepest folds. Every move seductive and deliberate, she slid off his lap, making sure to bump her ass one last time over his lap before backing away on her feet. She kicked off her heeled slippers, never taking her gaze off his. Next, she divested herself of her dress in one fluid motion before tossing it to the floor.

She felt a stab of triumph when she saw his blue eyes turn almost black with desire as he watched her, his body rigid and unmoving on the couch. Her hands slid down her unclad body, her secrets shielded only by tiny scraps of white lace.

“This is all yours, hot shot. Only, you have to come and get it,” she told him with a wicked little smile.

Spinning on her heels, she skipped quickly off, giving her curvy ass more than enough wriggle as she tossed over her shoulder, “I’m sure you know where to find me.”

Chapter Six

Makayla was naked, her lingerie scattered all over the bedroom floor. Her body trembled with erotic anticipation as she lay back invitingly on her clean, scented sheets.

Her door was wide open, her eyes glued to the doorway as she bit on her lip. Moments passed and a slight frown of worry suddenly struck her forehead even as she wondered at her audacity.

Tempting Blade, a former Special Forces soldier…was she insane?

Getting up the nerve to come on to him so strongly spoke of how badly he’d broken down her walls of self-collection. But if he ended up ignoring her blatantly provocative offer, then she’d just…God! She didn’t even want to think of the mortification.

She wanted him so badly to walk through the door that suddenly, each second felt like an hour. Doubts overwhelmed her.

Common sense was slowly returning and Makayla was just about ready to spring off the bed and put on some clothes when Blade appeared.

Makayla looked right into his blue-black eyes which held fiery promise of things to come. Slowly, he shut the door behind him and Makayla gulped audibly, her seductress mode somewhat shaken by that predatory look on his face.

She’d been right – the tables had turned quickly and suddenly, there was no doubt who was the hunter here.

Moving away from the door, Blade started to unbutton his jeans.

Makayla’s breathing automatically ceased.

There was no way she could manage the simple function of drawing in air as she watched the magnificently built man peel off the rest of his clothes. He stepped out of his jeans, before shoving down his briefs and revealing the most impressive cock she’d ever seen.

If this was a dream, then nobody had better wake her up, she thought dazedly as her heart raced at the sight of a gloriously naked Blade.

There was just one word to describe him – beautiful. She’d seen only a glimpse of it last night but now, in full display, his body was built like a freaking god’s. Sexy, chiseled and all dangerously masculine.

His hard cock reared up with proud, throbbing thickness. It was meaty and long, reaching out like a club in front of him as he made his way to the bed. A network of bulging veins were raised along the silken sheathe of his organ, giving it a virile, gnarled look that should have frightened her but only made her pulse beat faster in arousal. The mushroom crown was well-defined, and so broad it seemed almost flat and oh so turgid.

For the next few moments there was no other sound but the pounding in her ears. Blade reached the bed, and was soon leaning over her on his hands and knees. He reached down and drew her legs firmly around his hips, tilting her butt up off the mattress. His cock, now slick with precum began sliding up and down the seam of her pussy lips.

Makayla’s lips parted wide enough to draw in a startled gasp of rampant, helpless lust.

She could feel the tension in his every muscle. There was a gleam in his eyes that held her spellbound and willing to go wherever he led.

“Normally I’m the kind to put a whole lot of stock in foreplay,” Blade rasped, his cheekbones more prominently carved with the razor edge of his desire as he added, “But the way I need you right now…”

His tortured-sounding words made Makayla’s heart trip over itself. She knew exactly how he felt. No way could she wait another second either. She’d been waiting since the first moment she’d set eyes on him, sleeping in this same bed.

Purring, her spine arched wantonly as she licked her lips. “Trust me…simply watching you take off your clothes and walk up to the bed was more than enough foreplay for me.”

He suddenly grinned, but that delighted flash of white was quickly turning to a grimace of lust as his cockhead unerringly found and pressed against the moist slit of her pussy.

The sensation was enough to make them both gasp aloud with pleasure.

Makayla did have a twinge of consternation as she felt the force of his huge cock pushing into her tender walls. Already, she could sense the awesome power within him extending to his organ and then transmitting to her quivering sex. Beneath her soles his tight butt cheeks flexed and clenched.