Falling for the Wrong Twin (14 page)

So she arched her back, thankful for all those yoga classes she’d taken that had given her flexibility in certain key areas. She let her head drop back and lifted her breasts to the sky. She knew if he wanted, he would shift to an angle to see everything.

Glancing a look to the side, she saw him standing like granite. She couldn’t see his face, damn it, but she heard his sharp inhale, and knew she’d scored a hit. So she played it for all she could.

She popped the clasp then slowly drew the bra away. Her back was still arched, so she pulled her elbows high as she raised it up, revealing her breasts slowly as she extended the bra past her elbows and then up to her hands. Then she stood there, arched painfully with her breasts lifted to the sky while her bra dangled from her lifted hands.

He took it from her. “You’ll be rewarded for that,” he said, his words low enough to send a thrill down her spine.

She smiled and then slowly straightened, returning her hands to their position on the doorframe.

Then he stepped close again, she felt his heat on her back--a welcome warmth--and the slow caress of his fingers along her belly.

“It actually wasn’t your breasts that I thought about,” he said against her ear. “I seem to be obsessed with your nipples.”

His hands flowed up her belly until he was finally cupping her breasts. His hands were large as they held her weight, and his fingers were long as they found her nipples.

“Broad and dark? Tight and pink? I couldn’t think for imagining what these would look like.”

As he spoke, he began to tease them. He pinched them, rolled them between his fingers, even elongated them as he squeezed in a sporadic rhythm. She was writhing against him within moments. Her breath was coming in short pants and every twist, every pinch had sparks bursting behind her closed eyes. Her breasts ached and her insides had gone so liquid she was surprised she didn’t melt right there.

She wanted to speak. She wanted to demand more. She wanted to be fucked right then, hard and deep, but she couldn’t say anything for fear that he’d stop. So she just released shuddering breaths and arched her back offering her bottom to him in the most blatant invitation she’d ever given a man.

For a moment, she thought she’d succeeded. Her ground himself against her, rubbing his thick cock up and down her backside. But he didn’t rip her clothes off, and he sure as hell didn’t give her what she wanted. He just kept playing with her nipples until she was gasping with frustration.

And then he slid his hands to her waist. “You’ve been moving, Anna,” he said.

She stilled, but it was hard. She was panting, and her knees were weak.

“I’ll forgive you this time. I know you’re not used to this. But no more, you hear me? I’m going to settle myself against you, so I’ll feel it if you move. I’ll know and I’ll stop.”

She tightened her thighs and willed herself to not move though it was hard. He was so big right along her bottom. She wanted to spin around and take him deep, but she didn’t. She held herself still even as his hands slipped to the button of her pants. His fingers were clumsy as he undid the button and pulled down the zipper, but even those fumbling movements sent her blood on fire.

But then he stopped. He just…stopped. Her fly was open, her panties wet, and she was naked from the waist up. Oh God, would this incredible torment ever end?

Then she felt his teeth on the back of her neck. It was so startling she shuddered. Wet lips and the scrape of his teeth, right at the base of her neck. She’d never felt anything so unexpected and so erotic.

And while her head was snapping up from that, his fingers finally plowed between her thighs.

She nearly lost her balance. Her knees all but collapsed, but she held herself up not wanting to risk interrupting him. Because what he was doing was
good
. His fingers were thick with callouses and he knew just how to rub her. A deep plow into her cleft, then a slow pull up and out. Deep in again, this time to push inside her.

She moaned as he did it again, thick fingers, hard pressure. In and out.

Her belly was tightening, her whole body coiling ready to explode. But then he froze.

“You’re moving.”

She swallowed, closing her eyes as she tried to will strength into her limbs. Don’t stop, she wanted to scream. Oh please, don’t stop.

But she didn’t say a word.

He had two fingers deep inside her, stilled in a thick extension. He kept those frozen, but slid his other hand back up her belly.

“I still love these tits,” he said. “God, you’re so pretty.”

He pinched her nipple and she gasped.

“I know you’re trying hard, so I’m going to reward you now.”

She nearly sobbed her gratitude.

He slowly withdrew his fingers. She felt her toes clenching, wishing he would stay with her. Grateful for the friction though everything was wet and slick. It took him a moment to adjust his fingers. She didn’t know what he was doing, but she felt him spread her open. High and wide, using just his fingers.

“Do you want me to make you come now?”

God, yes! But she kept her mouth shut. He hadn’t told her to speak yet.

“You’re not a woman who begs, Anna. I knew that within seconds of meeting you. But I want you to beg for this. Beg for me to make you come. Right here--in public--right now.”

She lifted her head, her legs weak, her body on fire. But now she understood his game. After all, it was far easier to stay silent than it was to beg.

“Anna? I won’t wait long.”

“Please make me come,” she whispered.

“What?” He twisted her nipple slowly back and forth. “I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you.”

She lifted her head, arched her spine, and then said in a voice that was loud enough to be heard clearly. “Make me come, Mike. Do it now. I’m begging you.”

“Okay.”

Then he pinched her clit at the very same second he pinched her nipple. Hard and sharp, it shot her over the edge. Her body coiled then released in an explosion of pleasure. She cried out. She writhed in his arms. And still he kept pulsing his pinch on her clit.

Over and over, while the waves racked her body.

It had never been so good before. Everything in her shuddered in ecstasy.

God, yes!

Her knees went out, but he supported her. He held her safe in his strong arms while she continued to ride waves of joy.

Distantly, she felt him kiss her neck. Vaguely, she felt him lift her such that she was settled back against him, most of her weight balanced on his body, not his arms. And then, finally her breath slowed to a steady rhythm. Her heart stopped pulsing so hard in her clit, and some tiny bit of strength returned to her legs so she wasn’t completely boneless.

She took a deep breath, steadying herself. Then she pressed a kiss to his jaw and said her word. “Android.”

She felt him start in surprise. Just a tiny jerk, but she was sprawled against him, so she felt it.

“What?”

She took a breath and forced herself to take more of her weight on her own legs.

“Android,” she said a little louder. Then with his help, she straightened up to her full height, clumsily refastening her pants as she did so. “I give up. You won that round.”

He smiled at her. “It wasn’t a competition.”

It wasn’t, but it had felt a little like one. A test of wills. A game of dominance. She turned slowly in his arms, still very aware that she was naked from the waist up.

“You’ve had your fun, now it’s my turn.”

He blinked and arched a brow at her.

“That was my fun?” he asked.

She flashed her version of a Cheshire Cat grin. “Didn’t you enjoy it?”

“You have no idea how much.”

“Good. Because like I said, it’s my turn now.” Then she leaned forward to put her lips right next to his ear. “What’s your safe word? Shall we stay with android?”

They were cheek to cheek, so she felt every movement when he smiled. “Vampire,” he said, his voice deep and as erotically mesmerizing as the creature he named.

“Works for me. Now hand me my purse.” He started to move, but she stopped him. “Do it slowly. And remember, if you do exactly as I say, I’ll stay naked. Just for you.”

He arched a brow. “You’re not naked.”

“You’re too literal.”

He flashed her a look. “You understand I’m an engineer, right? We’re very literal creatures.”

“You understand that I’m still standing here without a shirt on? Do you want that to change?”

“No, ma’am.”

She grinned. “Now hand me my purse. I’ve been fantasizing about doing this for years.”

Chapter 10

Mike leaned down and easily nabbed her purse, passing the surprisingly heavy thing to her. He moved slowly as she’d instructed, but also because his dick was so hard he couldn’t move quickly. Too painful even in dress pants.

And then he just stood there, his body thrumming with hunger while he watched her. What was the woman up to? She’d already surprised him a couple times tonight. Few women would let him fondle her in public like this--even in a dark alley. Those that would usually fell into the flaky, adrenaline seekers.

But she wasn’t like that. Despite her gossip-girl leanings, she was always in control, using her anecdotes and her flamboyant stories to distract people. It was her way of being part of the party without actually becoming vulnerable to it.

He recognized the need even if he didn’t make the same choices. Which made it doubly surprising when she’d let him press her against a wall, undress her, and make her come. He’d seen the struggle in her, the moments when she chose to trust him. That had not only surprised him, but it had exponentially ramped up his desire for her.

But now she was asking for the same trust back from him. She was seeing if he could be just as vulnerable to her as she’d been to him. The choice wasn’t as easy as it seemed. She was amazing and he wanted her with a fierceness that shook him. But surrendering to anyone wasn’t in his nature. And yet for some reason, he obeyed her.

Even as doubts whirled through his mind--can he trust her? will he give over to her?--he didn’t move from his spot facing her in the dark alcove. Plus, he was intensely curious about her fantasy. What was his Latino siren doing while he struggled with his manly need to not surrender to anyone? She was calmly opening her purse and rooting through it until she came up with a gold tube of lipstick.

Seriously?

She smiled at him, handed back her purse which he deposited in its spot, and then with slow, deliberate movements, she applied dark red lipstick to her lips.

Okay, so that was a lot more erotic than he expected. He’d never been big on make up, and lipstick was more likely to be a turn-off than anything else. Who liked kissing that crap? But as she opened her mouth to apply the red, he saw the dark, moist interior and thoughts of dirty things to do to that mouth sprang to mind. Then she tilted her head back slightly to coat her upper lip, and he caught a flash of white teeth. Somehow that was even more erotic--the flash of danger--right behind her glistened red lips.

Then she finished and her smile grew darker. “What’s the answer, sweetie?”

He tilted his head. “Was there a question?”

She grinned. “A great many, but for now…” She gestured to her cream pants. “These are expensive clothes. Dry clean only. I’m about to kneel in front of you, but if you get too enthusiastic, then they’re going to get dirty.”

He swallowed. Was she really going to do what he was thinking? “I’ll pay to have them cleaned.”

“Of course you will. You’ll also let me spank you.”

He jolted, surprised again. Did she really expect him to submit to that?

Apparently she did because she tilted her head. “You think this was easy for me? I’m still half naked here.”

And she was. Gloriously, beautifully, sensuously naked. He ached to touch her breasts again and her tight, dusky rose nipples, but she’d told him to remain still. And in that, he was willing to obey.

“So are we agreed?”

“To a spanking? Hell, no.”

“Then you’d best keep my pants clean.” She arched a brow at him, challenge in every line of her body.

And he found himself agreeing. Without even making the conscious decision, he dipped his chin in agreement. Then he abruptly loosened his tie, then whipped off his shirt before stripping off the tee underneath. His shirt was the best one he had with him, but it was worth nothing at this point. His coat was already folded underneath her blouse and purse, keeping them off the muck. And now he laid his tee then the fine white shirt down on the ground before her feet. It wouldn’t take long before the wet seeped through, but at least it was some measure of protection for her pants.

Meanwhile, she grabbed hold of his tie which was still hanging from his neck and wrapped it securely in her fist. “I like the way you think.”

He hadn’t been thinking of his tie as a collar, but apparently, her mind was a little more devious than his was. “You can always choke me if I get too enthusiastic.”

She smiled. “I could, but I’d much rather you kept yourself under control.” She arched a brow at him. “Think you can do that?”

“I think I’m getting cold here. And wet.” It had stopped raining, but she was the one in the alcove. He was the one with his back to the alley, getting cut by the wind and dripped on by the buildings.

“True enough. Let’s see if I can find a way to warm you up.”

She started undoing his belt. Geez, she had good hands. Firm and sure, and when she accidentally brushed against his erection, his whole body surged forward. He hadn’t meant to, but some things were beyond his control. Didn’t stop her from punishing him though.

He’d expected her to withdraw from him completely. After all, that was what he’d done when she’d disobeyed. Not her. Quick as a wink, she slapped his penis. Just a quick hard snap, muted--thank God--by his clothes.

The pain was sharp and intense, but damn if it didn’t make his need burn hotter. No one had ever dared slap him like that. That she had made her like a goddess to him. A furious, powerful, sexual goddess that he was going to obey or die trying.