Part 10 (1/2)

The j.a.panese calligraphy was embossed in gold on the thin band.

”It says it will cut through small and large bone. This will kill.”

”You're no ordinary man with a dangerous streak,” she said.

”I'm not.”

”Are you trying to scare me?”

He forced her to push the blade back in its scabbard. ”Now why would I do that?”

His voice had the right amount of sarcasm to it-just enough to make her think twice-like he was testing her or something. ”You have these large weapons. I'm sure there's more.”

He took it out of her hands and placed it back on the stand on the top.

He arched his brow. ”You want me to tell you what is in my freezer?”

Yes. No. She was nuts for even staying there. ”Are you some high powered hit man? After you're done with me you'll switch to hit man mode then chop me up?”

”That's a serial killer and I love women.”

”Just a rich guy with a danger fetish?”

He shrugged as if trying on the label for size. ”If you like.”

He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her to him, her back to his front. The sound of her dress zipper coming down made her suck in her breath. Then his hands caressed the sides of her torso pulling her black, wool dress down to her waist. Ilida closed her eyes against the sensation of his body against her back and the cool yet warmth of his hands on her skin. The dress fell in a puddle around her feet. He was going to strip her while he was still clothed. Did she really care now? No, she didn't for once.

He stood in front of her now, watching her. His violet eyes raked over her form. He then smiled, making her feel hot and beautiful.

”Are you going to take off your clothes?”

”Is this a contest of who takes what off first, Ilida?”

With cold seductiveness, he said her name. His tongue a mixture of accented Greek and urban American. She promptly s.h.i.+vered remembering her weakness for deep-accented voices.

”You don't like standing half naked in front of a man.”

”I'd feel more comfortable if you were half naked or naked, too, that's all.”

”Will you give yourself to me for one night?”

She should split now. Leave before he breaks her heart, but she knew she would stay right where she was with him studying her face. ”Yes.”

”And I can do whatever I want to you?”

She swallowed hard. ”Whatever means...?”

”I won't hurt you.”

He walked behind her making her talk over her shoulder to him. ”And I should trust you?”

One hand slid over her hips to her front as he stepped in front of her. She always disliked her more-than-generous hips. She had reason to celebrate them now. His hand rested on the silk covering her mound. She sucked in a quick breath when his fingers found her moist c.l.i.t. Wetness soaked through her pantyhose and slip. The other hand traced the fullness of her lips.

”If you don't, then I will take you home. No bad feelings.”

”You can do whatever you want to me,” she said as she drowned in this new sensuality.

”If I get rough say stop, and I will,” he said between kisses.

”I thought you weren't going to hurt me?”

He stood up. His gaze was steady. His face still as stone, but behind his expressionless facade was a wounded soul. She was confident in that a.n.a.lysis. She could read his face well.

”Pain,” he unhooked her bra, moved the straps down her arms, and let it fall to the floor, ”is relative.”

His hands cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, measuring their fullness. He bent his head seizing one nipple in his mouth while he manipulated the other between his fingers.

Then he lifted his head releasing her. The moisture on her nipple drying made it tingle. It peaked.

”One more thing,” he said as he held her b.r.e.a.s.t.s in both hands ma.s.saging her peaks with his thumbs. ”Don't touch my back.”

Ilida's womb convulsed. Her hip muscles contracted. He waited, a warning in his eyes, for the question on the tip of her tongue. ”I won't touch your back.”

What was on his back that he couldn't show? Was that what made him so predatory, angry even feral? Stark desire showed in his eyes. ”And I won't ask why.”

”Good,” he said satisfied, as he circled her b.u.t.t cheeks with his index fingers. She clenched her muscles involuntarily against the delicious swirls of the silk fabric rubbing her. Cool air brushed her skin as the pantyhose came down. She moved her legs back and forth letting them fall to the floor.

He lowered her to the cubed couch then seized her mouth in a hard kiss. His hand held her head prisoner for his kiss. Lips, smooth and insistent crushed hers. It was punis.h.i.+ng, however they carried their own brand of magic. Heat spread from the point of contact to her scalp. Her womb contracted. She found herself raising her hips towards him, rubbing his bulge.

She wanted to feel him, touch him. She wanted to leave her mark, let him know that she gave as good as he. Boldly, she unb.u.t.toned the top b.u.t.tons of his black s.h.i.+rt. She pulled his s.h.i.+rt out of his tailored pants and unbuckled his belt.

He shrugged out of his s.h.i.+rt, revealing a broad muscular chest. His skin was a lighter olive tone than his face. A stylized bat tattoo covered his left deltoid. It made him more dangerous, mysterious. Together they tugged his pants past his hips. His hard muscular hips involuntarily flexed in her hands. A memory she would savor forever.

His erection sprang free, nudged her above her belly b.u.t.ton. No underwear. Going commando. The hooded part of him was dark purple. His shaft, covered in raised veins, was thick.

He smiled ferociously as he caressed her neck with one finger. With her eyes, she drank in his chiseled form. Her fingers itched to touch him.

”You feel good,” she moaned.

Lightly she traced the contours of his lips, the smoothness of the rise on his upper lip. He threw his head back, moaned.

She reached up, lightly caressed his hard pectorals. His nipples hardened to nubs beneath the pads of her fingers. His breathing was hard and his eyes showed pure hunger. Good. She wanted to seduce as much as be seduced. Emboldened by his response, she stood on her toes and licked one nipple. She caressed the hard b.u.mps of his muscles, felt the veins that ran to his curly hairs. A beautiful athletic body under her finger tips.

She didn't want to stop touching him. Hesitantly, her forefingers traced his abs. He closed his eyes moaning giving himself up to her touch. Elated she had s.e.xual power over him she continued. She kissed her way down to his belly b.u.t.ton. Before she could go any further, she found herself on her back.

Cool air chilled her skin then she felt his long lean warmth on her side. One arm possessively held her to him. Tiny hairs on his arm brushed the underside of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He continued to kiss her. His tongue pushed through her swollen lips.