Playing Dirty: Windy City Kink, Book 3 (21 page)

“This is amazing.” She moved toward the wall of windows, as if drawn by a magnet. Lights of skyscrapers sparkled beneath them, the blackness beyond them Lake Michigan at night. “What a view.”

“Yeah. I love it. Come on, I’ll give you a tour.”

She turned away from the windows to survey the living room. Decorated in a modern style, sleek leather furniture sat on a moss-green carpet, a glass coffee table between the sofa and chairs. She followed him past a black lacquered dining table and chairs. He paused at the kitchen, with dark wood cupboards, stainless-steel appliances and miles of granite counters.

“Gorgeous.”

“Yeah. Way more space than I need, but…” he lifted a shoulder, “…it works. Down here…” he moved down a hall, “…are the bedrooms. One is my gym, even though the building has a gym. I like to be able to punch a bag whenever I feel like it.”

She peeked in to see some weights and, yes, a punching bag hanging from the ceiling.

“This is my home office,” he said. “I don’t actually use it that much for work, since I can go down to the office anytime.”

“Looks like you do more than work in there.” She surveyed the leather couch and big-screen TV, and the oak coffee table strewn with newspapers, magazines and an empty coffee mug.

He grinned. “Yeah. It’s where I relax. Bathroom.” He gestured. “And this is my bedroom.” He walked in. “Another bathroom through there. Walk-in closet there.”

Again, a wall of windows faced Lake Michigan, glass from floor to ceiling. “I think I might feel…acrophobic sleeping in that bed. Like, if I fell out of bed, I’d fall out the window and plunge eighty stories to my death.”

He grinned. “You’re a nut.”

She lowered her chin. “I’m serious!”

“You won’t fall out the windows. And you can sleep on the other side of the bed. I’ll save you from falling out.”

Her stomach swooped. She swallowed. “Um. Okay.”

“Do you sleep naked?”

She blinked at his question. “Uh…no.” She had the last time they’d slept together, though, after he’d stripped her out of her beautiful, new Victoria’s Secret lingerie. “Why?”

“Just curious.” He flashed a wicked grin at her. “I should be polite and offer you a drink, but I really just want to get you naked and in my bed.”

She looked at him, a moment that stretched out. The air heated around them, tension crackling.

He advanced on her, his expression intent. “Really just want to get my hands on your ass.”

A shiver ran over her. Her lips parted. As he neared, her head tipped back to hold his gaze.

He curled a hand around the nape of her neck. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you all week,” he murmured. “Remembering last weekend. How hot and wet you got when I spanked you.”

She sucked her bottom lip in briefly. “Me too,” she whispered, feeling herself get hot and wet all over again.

He pulled her closer, bent his head and covered her mouth with his. Warm, firm lips moved on hers, his tongue stroked her bottom lip, and she opened to him, going onto her toes and wrapping her arms around his waist. His other hand went to her hip, then her ass, pulling her up against him. A moan rose in her throat.

“Yeah,” he murmured, rubbing his nose alongside hers. “Your mouth is sweet, babe. Hot.”

“Mmm. Raff…?”

“Yeah?”

“If you were thinking about me all week…why didn’t you…want to sleep with me?”

He drew back slowly. “I did want to sleep with you.”

“Then…why
didn’t
you sleep with me?”

He gazed down at her, a notch between his eyebrows. “Did you really think I didn’t want you?”

“Um…”

“Paige. Fuck.” He closed his eyes.

She blinked at him.

He opened his eyes and gave her a hard look that slowly softened. “Sometimes I come on too strong. Dutch reminded me of that. Last weekend…you told me some things about yourself. You let me in. I didn’t want to scare you away after you let me in.” He drew in a breath. “But don’t
ever
fucking think I don’t want you.”

“Oh.” She breathed out the word and stared back at him. Her insides went warm and shivery, and something expanded inside her. Oh God. Oh God. She was falling for this guy, falling hard.

“You said one date,” he murmured. “I’m holding up my end of the deal. I haven’t asked you out again.”

“No,” she admitted. “You haven’t. Technically. But you know that’s a technicality. You kind of bent the rules.”

A smile touched his lips. “Yeah. I’m known for bending rules sometimes. Playing a bit dirty. I do what I gotta do to achieve my goals. Sometimes that means being patient. And I needed a lot of patience this week.”

She nodded.

“My patience just ran out. Let’s get you naked.”

Chapter Twenty-One

He got her naked, removing her clothes with care, his obvious excitement banked inside him as he exercised patience. He laid her on his bed while he undressed, his gaze focused on her the entire time. She watched him reveal his body, fascinated and excited by his vigorous masculine beauty.

He moved onto the bed at her feet and gently spread her legs apart. His gaze caressed her, and then he bent to kiss one thigh. With his big palms, he pushed her thighs farther still, kissing his way up one inner thigh, the skin there ultrasensitive. Tingles danced beneath her skin, anticipation tightening her core as his mouth neared her pussy. He continued with slow, soft, openmouthed kisses on her inner thighs, their eyes fastened on each other, and it was so sexy. She briefly sucked her bottom lip in.

He kept moving up her body, tugging at the little barbell at her navel with his teeth, kissing between her breasts and each nipple, then sucking a nipple into his mouth in a slow, tender pull. And still he held her gaze, the connection almost painfully intimate and yet impossible to look away from.

He placed a kiss on her lips, then shifted to lie beside her, on his side, one hand sliding down to hold her pussy. She pulsed against his palm. His lips found her cheek, her throat, her ear. “Paige,” he whispered, “you’re so sweet.”

She slid her arm around the back of his neck and held on to his big shoulder as his mouth spread electricity sizzling over her body. His hand moved on her pussy, blunt fingertips delving into her folds, slicking up moisture, brushing over clit. He drew back a small distance to watch her face as he touched her there. Desire swirled low inside her, converging in an insistent throb and heat swept from her face down into her chest as his eyes continued to devour her. He bent to kiss the upper curve of her breast then suck on a nipple again, and her hand found his hair and closed around the silky strands. He gave a grunt of what sounded like pleasure. As he continued to rub her clit, her hips began to lift then buck in a needy rhythm.

“Easy, baby,” he whispered, lifting his head to fix his gaze on her face with smoldering attention. “Gonna get you there. Just let go.”

She bit her lip, covered her breast with one hand to gently squeeze her own aching flesh, and he kissed her mouth again then rubbed his face against hers, his beard stubble excitingly abrasive. With his other arm curled beneath her, his palm on top of her head, he continued to stroke and circle her now-throbbing clit with his wet fingertips.

Their mouths only a breath apart, he watched her face as heat burned through her body. “Wanna taste you,” he murmured. “Want you to come in my mouth.”

Breath left her all at once and she could only nod, excitement clawing inside her. He shifted down to between her legs where he’d started out, this time crouching there and studying her intimate flesh before lowering his head to slowly lick her. Again, maintaining heated eye contact, he ate at her with satiny licks, hungry nibbles and fierce sucking. She pushed up onto her elbows to watch him, his lips shiny and wet with her arousal. She held her own breasts, which swelled with heavy need.

“Wanna keep eating this sweet pussy,” he murmured. “But I’m dying to fuck you.”

Her tummy fluttered at his words.

He clasped her waist, his big hands making her feel tiny and delicate, then slid a hand up to one breast. He tweaked her nipple then palmed her breast, and she covered his hand with her own. Heat spiraled inside her, the throb of her pussy echoing in every nerve ending.

“Yeah, baby,” he whispered against her wet flesh. “Let it happen.”

She dropped to flat on her back, her head going back, eyes falling closed as her orgasm built. Raff reached up and held her arms, pinning them to the mattress, his mouth sealed over her pussy. There it was… Oh dear
God
! Sensation exploded inside her, wave after wave, hard, fiery heat spreading all through her. Fractured cries fell from her lips and her body trembled, hips lifting off the mattress into the magic of Raff’s mouth.

He drew out her climax almost unbearably until she was limp and quivering, wanting to push him away but he was still holding her arms down. Then he lifted his head, gave one last soft kiss over her pulsing clit, looked up at her and smiled.

She panted, taking in the sexy satisfaction of his smile, the gleam in his eyes. “Wow,” she croaked. “Thank you.”

His smile deepened. “Thank
you
. Could do that all night long. You taste fuckin’ incredible.”

Her breath hitched even more.

“Now,” he murmured, moving up over her. “Gonna fuck that sweet pussy. Gonna make you come again.”

“Oh God.”

And he proceeded to do exactly as promised.

Later, when he’d gotten rid of the condom and they were lying beneath soft sheets and a deliciously warm down comforter, Paige snuggled into him with drowsy delight. “I hope you didn’t mind that I made plans with Mallory and Joe tonight.”

He shifted against her and his fingers flexed on her hip. “Of course not.”

“When I called you…you hesitated.”

He didn’t say anything for a long moment. “Paige.”

“Delmer didn’t like it when I made plans without consulting him,” she whispered.

“Fuck.” He rolled her beneath him, propped himself up on his elbows and glared down at her. “I wasn’t mad at you. I was…pleased.”

She blinked up at his face in the shadows. “Oh.”

“I’ve been trying to get in your life,” he continued, voice low and velvet rough. “I know I pushed hard. I tried to pull back. I kept my word to you—one date.”

She smiled at that.

“It was killing me. So when you called and said you wanted us to go out for dinner with your friends…fuck, Paige, it undid me.” He closed his eyes briefly, and hers widened in response. Did it really mean that much to him? She touched her fingertips to his cheek then slid them into his hair. His eyes opened, blazing down at her with emotion. “So, fuck no, I wasn’t mad at you.”

Her heart swelled up against her breastbone and squeezed, and something warm and tingly spread through her body. Their eyes met and held in the dusky bedroom, city lights glittering behind his shoulders against the black sky. Something stretched between them, mesmerizing, compelling, connecting. Her lips parted as she tried to breathe, short, choppy breaths.

He was turning her world upside down, challenging all her assumptions and beliefs about how things should be between a man like him and a woman like her.

She was falling in love with him.

Oh God. How could this be? She’d known him such a short time. But it had been an intense short time.

“Paige,” he breathed. “Let me in. All the way in.”

It was terrifying. She’d tried not to. But yeah. He was getting past her defenses.

“Don’t be afraid of me. I would never hurt you.” He stroked a hand from her forehead back over her hair.

“You can’t know that. People hurt each other all the time.”

His lips pursed briefly. “Yeah. That’s true.” His eyes shadowed again. “There’s dark inside me, Paige. I’m not always a nice guy. Told you, I’ve done stuff that’ll stick with me forever. It was a long time ago, but still…it’s always there. And given that I’ve never really been in a long-term relationship with anyone, chances are I’m gonna fuck up. So, yeah, I might hurt you…but never intentionally, Paige. Never.”

Oh God. The things he said. He made her melt inside, turned her into a trembling puddle of goo. She so wanted to believe him.

“And if I do hurt you, call me on it. Please, baby. Don’t make assumptions about things. Ask me. I’m not your ex-hole. And that’s the last time we’re gonna talk about him, especially in bed. He’s done, out of the picture, out of your life, and I’ve said it. I’m not him. That’s it. Okay?”

“Okay.” She gave a tiny nod.

Raff lowered his head and kissed her, taking her mouth in a slow, tender yet infinitely possessive and demanding kiss. He was asking a lot of her. She wasn’t sure if she could do it. But she was helpless to resist him.

She stayed all weekend, and after that first intense yet tender and sweet round of sex, Raff took things up a level. He’d softened her to the point of helplessness, her resistance disintegrated, so when he brought out some handcuffs she only bit her lip and raised questioning eyes to his face.

She realized how easy he’d been going with her, when now, without a word, he fastened a cuff around each wrist. She looked down at the cuffs, surprised to find that they were soft and smooth on her wrists, made of neoprene.

“Lie down,” he directed. “On your stomach.”

She did as he asked and he took one wrist, stretching her arm straight out at her side and fastened the cuff to something that must have been attached to the side of the bed. She swallowed. She supposed she shouldn’t be surprised that his bedroom was tricked out with kinky stuff. He fastened the other wrist to the other side of the bed, then his fingers circled her ankles and when she turned her head to look, he was fastening another cuff there. Soon both ankles were bound too, her legs stretched wide apart.

She buried her face in the covers to try to overcome the extreme feeling of vulnerability she had, restrained like this, with her legs so widespread and everything she had on display for him. Then she heard a dresser drawer opening and she lifted her head. Raff pulled out a crop and her tummy gave a little leap of excitement. She again wasn’t really surprised.

She slid her tongue over her bottom lip, watching him smack his palm with the small leather slapper. Heat curled inside her, spreading quickly through her bloodstream, and her pussy quivered in anticipation. The dark promise of what he could give her excited her.

She couldn’t stop her body from responding, even though her mind was a little freaked out. But the way Raff looked at her, his eyes warm and caring—despite his size, strength and air of edgy danger holding that crop, despite the desire hardening his features—made her unable to resist.

“Beautiful.” His voice rasped over her senses. The crop stroked down the center of her back, making her shiver. Sparks swirled through her veins.

He teased her for a while, touching her with the crop, up and down the backs of her thighs, over her ass, and every nerve ending tightened until her skin felt stretched thin and ultrasensitive.

Raff said, “It’s my job to give you what you need. It’s your job to let me. It’s your job to enjoy it, and in turn, that makes me happy.” He bent closer and whispered in her ear. “But remember…if you’re not enjoying it…all you have to say is no. Right?”

“Right.”

“Trust me, Paige?”

She squeezed her eyes closed as a wave of emotion washed over her. She was still doubting herself, still doubting her judgment for wanting this, for letting a man do this to her. And yet there was only one answer to his question. “Yes.”

“Thank you. You honor me.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder then withdrew and continued tracing patterns on her skin.

Her head swam with a dizzy haze of need, anticipation sizzling up her spine.

The first sting of the crop as he laid it harder on her ass made her jerk with the delicate pain. Sensation shimmered through her. She waited, wanted… Yes. Another one. And another. Tingles flitted across her flesh, building hotter.

He tapped her thighs, the sensitive crease where ass met thigh, the perfect place on her butt that gave such a delicious ache. Fire began to spread over her skin. Her head went light and floaty, and she felt a sense of joy and freedom as thoughts spun away from her. There was nothing but this sensation and being at the mercy of Raff’s undivided sexual attention.

“My girl’s doing so good,” he said roughly behind her. “Are you flying yet, Paige? Hmm?”

She moved her head and a sound escaped her throat that was confirmation that, yes, she was flying high.

And then he stopped. She sucked in a breath, her body vibrating. He released her ankles and wrists, although she still wore the cuffs. “Roll over.” This undeniable command reached deep inside her. She obeyed, rolling to her back, staring at him with dazed eyes, her body still vibrating.

He fastened her again, in the same position, only lying on her back, and if she’d felt vulnerable before, she felt even more so now, unable to hide her face, completely exposed.

He began to touch her again with the crop, starting with flicks and building up as he had before, up and down her thighs, giving her breasts tiny slaps that made her nipples tighten. Then he touched her pussy with the slapper and rubbed. Her inner muscles squeezed up tight.

He moved away, back to that dresser, and returned holding a velvet bag, from which he removed a glass dildo. Her eyes widened.

“You need something inside you,” he murmured. “Filling that pretty pussy. You wet, baby?” He knelt on the bed between her legs and stroked his fingers through her drenched folds. “Oh yeah.” She watched in fascination as he licked his fingers clean, her pussy squeezing again.

He showed her the dildo, beautiful and smooth and shiny, each end shaped differently. Then he began to work it inside her. Cool at first, it warmed to her body. It felt good, but, even more, she enjoyed watching the appreciation and concentration on his face as he played with her. God, oh God, this man…

He began to slide the dildo in and out, pushing it deep, hitting tender places inside her. Then he stopped that and, leaving the phallus inside her, he began to lightly slap her again with the crop, everywhere, like he’d been before.

Sensation was amplified by the fact that she was bound and unable to get away from him. The burn seeped through her, a hazy glow of hot pleasure, until her entire body was an edgy, ecstatic shimmer. Fire spread over her skin and blazed through her veins, filling her pussy with melting warmth, and she tightened around the shaft inside her. It started to slide out, and Raff paused to play again, pushing it in and out for a while. He pulled it out all the way and held it up to examine it.

“Wet,” he murmured. “Look at your pussy juice all over it, baby.”

She could only move her head a tiny bit.

With a smile, he shifted, holding the dildo to her mouth. “Taste yourself, babe. Taste your sweet pussy juices.”