Shifter’s Surrender (7 page)

Her lips parted, glistening from her tongue. “So you accept?”

Dean was suddenly in front of her, his hands gripping her waist and lifting her, taking her to his massive desk. “Vehemently.”

Once Dean had Kaylie on the desk, he slipped in between her jean-clad thighs and cupped her head gently in his strong hands. He straightened to his full height, forcing her to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. There was a gentleness in his eyes she hadn’t expected and it threw her. One hand slid the elastic band that held her hair in a ponytail off, and he just stood there for a minute, searching her eyes as if seeking the answers to life itself, slowly threading his hand through the silky strands.

Then in a sudden move that nearly had Kaylie letting out a groan of dismay, he pulled away, went to the door and turned the lock.

“Oh,” she whispered, thankful that someone was thinking. Sort of. While sex at work was far from appropriate, Dean
was
the boss. Getting caught, though, was not high on her list of priorities. Having his lips on hers, well, that was.

Instead of slipping between her splayed legs on his return, Dean picked up her feet and swung her legs around the desk, causing a giggle to escape and papers to sail onto the floor. Wedging his thighs between hers he simply stated, “Don’t like my back to a door.” Then he yanked her close, one hand wide at her lower back, pressing her tight to his hips. The other hand he used to tilt her head as his lips finally came into contact with hers.

Kaylie tasted the passion in his kiss and greedily took more. Her arms snaked around his neck, her legs wrapped his hips as she plastered herself to his heat.

Their passion was more than a simmer, it coursed through her veins, thick and forceful, as he ravaged her mouth. His tongue plunged in time with his groin as he rocked his erection against her wet center.

Not enough. Not nearly enough.

Briefly breaking the kiss to gasp for air, Kaylie murmured, “Off,” as she tunneled her hands under his shirt.

Dean released her to jerk the shirt over his head, and when she would have latched on to him again, he forced her back onto the desk with one hand. “No time,” he panted, pulling her own shirt and bra up on her body in one motion. Then he simply stared at her bared breasts; her puckered nipples begged for attention. Just as Kaylie squirmed with impatience, Dean whispered, “beautiful,” and then leaned over her to take one breast in his mouth.

It was like she’d been struck with lightening. Kaylie arched under him, crying out softly as he suckled her flesh. Desire, white hot, shot through her and she held his head to her in a death grip. He flicked her nipple with his tongue and then bit down gently. She felt as if she were going to explode in lust and shock. Her breasts were never this sensitive. Was it because of the mating heat, or was it Dean?

He moved to latch on to her neglected breast, and another spark of electricity arrowed straight between her legs, producing an answering flood of wetness. She decided she didn’t care. She just wanted. Him. Now. Inside her. She was about to lose a bet and couldn’t have been happier.

Reaching out blindly between their bodies, she found him, his cock so hard she was amazed he hadn’t burst out of his jeans. Fumbling, struggling with the button fly, she whimpered in frustration as she barely managed to pop one button.

Dean chuckled, tracing her lips with his tongue as his hands gently squeezed her breasts, his fingers plucking at the engorged tips. “Anxious are we?”

“Don’t get all smug,” Kaylie fired back. “I’m not the only one riding the edge here.”

He straightened up and hauled off one of her sneakers, his eyes so full of heat they seemed to glow. “So ready to lose a bet?” He pulled off her other sneaker.

Kaylie sat up and attacked the front of his jeans, the fly bulging with what she wanted. “So ready to have an orgasm.”

Dean choked on his next chuckle as her hands wrapped around his cock and he thrust mindlessly in her fists. “Christ!” His eyes closed, his hands clenched her hips. It was his turn to say harshly, “off!” as he tackled her jeans. Then he was pushing her back on the desk as he ripped her pants and underwear off and threw them, forgotten, on the floor.

He drew in a ragged breath as he slid his thumb down over the small patch of hair on her mound to caress the smooth flesh of sex. “Look at you,” he whispered as if in awe.

Kaylie jerked at his touch. So was so sensitive she didn’t know if she wanted to push him away or angle her hips in blatant invitation. When his thumb found the soaking entrance to her body, she opted for angling. “Now. Please.”

But Dean seemed to be made of sterner stuff than that. Coating his fingers with her wetness, he traced every fold, dipping into her body again and again. “Please what, Kaylie?”

Torture. Kaylie groaned helplessly, her hips bucking under his erotic touch. The man was skilled in torture. “Please get inside me.”

One finger plunged deep inside her pussy and, with her feet on the desk, she pushed her hips up high to meet his hand. “More!”

His wide hand spread her open, the middle finger strumming over her clit, as he now drove two fingers into her body. Kaylie cried out, her head jerking side to side on the desk. Her hands went to her breasts, plucking her nipples as she rode his fingers.

“Shit, Kaylie,” Dean ground out. “You’ll make me come just watching you.”

“Then get inside me!”

Evidently the third demand was the charm as he withdrew his hands and reached for something in his back pocket.

“Now, now,” Kaylie panted as she watched him grasp the metallic foil and rip it open with his teeth.

“Wait,” he growled at her.

“No waiting!” She nearly wailed, crazed at the idea of being so close to coming and having to break for protection. In the past, any break in her sexual stimulation had resulted in a loss of arousal and right now she was afraid that might happen again. The tension in her belly was so thick she felt like a coiled spring ready to burst free.

Suddenly she felt his cock prodding her entrance and she clenched instinctively. “Relax, Kaylie,” Dean rasped as he parted through her slick folds, sliding his engorged head through her inner muscles until he was forced to stop. “Damn, you’re tight, woman.”

He slid almost out of her body and then thrust back in, gaining another delectable inch before coming to an abrupt halt. Placing his hands on her waist, he kneaded her soft skin as he worked his cock through her pussy. “Nice and easy. That’s it. Take all of me, Kaylie.”

Kaylie wiggled under him. God he was big. She didn’t know if she felt pleasure or pain as he stretched her with each stroke of his cock. Then suddenly he was fully lodged and she could actually feel him pulsing within her. “Oh,” she gasped out as he began to thrust in time to the rocking of her hips. “That’s good.” Her eyelids dropped as his speed increased, each tight plunge dragged his cock over tissue so sensitive she again didn’t know if she wanted to push him away or drag him closer. He still had his jeans on. The material rode low on his hips, creating an erotic, rough friction against the softness of her inner thighs. She moaned and thrashed her head.

“Oh shit,” Dean suddenly blurted out, causing Kaylie to open her eyes in alarm.

His hands were now at her thighs, holding her open as he impaled himself again and again. “Dammit, Kaylie, come for me.”

He was thrusting harder now, faster, and Kaylie wailed in dismay, “I’m trying!”

“Do it now. I can’t hold it back.” Even as he seemed to control his own orgasm, he reached between her legs, pressing his thumb in her throbbing clit. “Now, now, now,” he chanted, echoing her own earlier plea.

Kaylie clenched in her inner muscles around his cock, holding him inside her, attempting to force her climax and end the unrelenting tension that burned her body. She lifted her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, drawing ever closer, striving for that aching emptiness that was just out of reach.

Dean let out a guttural curse, his fingers flexing on her skin hard enough to leave bruises. “No!” He bellowed and three thrusts later, ones that she swore she felt in her throat, he froze, head thrown back, eyes closed, as he came.

Never had Kaylie hated winning a bet in her life.

Dean collapsed on top of her, chest heaving, body trembling on hers. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

Kaylie lay still, tears filling her eyes. So damn close. Her body screamed in agony, and she wanted to scream her frustration out into the room. But it wasn’t Dean’s fault, she knew that. But she still wanted to cry.

After a minute Dean tilted his head, his lips at her temple. “I’m sorry,” he said again, the dismay clear in his voice. “I’m sorry.” He continued his apology as he slowly trailed kisses down her shaking body. He pressed his lips gently to the tip of each breast, making her catch her breath. Then down to her navel where he stroked and nipped. He kissed her left thigh, right at the tender crease of her body. Then he was right at her core, kissing the swollen folds of her pussy.

“Dean?” Kaylie asked hesitantly. She didn’t so much as move a muscle, until his tongue licked her overheated flesh. “Oh,” she arched under him, her eyes shut as he traced the outer edge of her entrance with just the tip of a finger.

He brought his tongue back into play, flicking over her clit with firm strokes, making her cry out again, only this time with pleasure. He licked her in one long, hard swipe, from where the juices poured from her swollen opening up to her clit, and darkness closed in. Another lick and she bucked under him. Then, unbelievably, his tongue was inside her, plunging in and tasting, his mouth seemingly glued to her body. One thumb was back at her clit, and he ground into the aching bud, twisting in fast circles.

Kaylie felt it building again. That incredible tension that no man had ever broken before and she reflexively steeled against it.

“You taste like heaven. Sex and spice. Pure Kaylie.” Dean’s voice was a seductive rumble that came from between her thighs. She just had to have a look. Peeking through her lashes, she saw Dean staring into her face with an intensity that had her melting on the spot. “Just let go, Kaylie. Let me take care of you. I want to.” His breath whispered over the wet flesh of her pussy and she shivered.

His mouth was back on her again, devouring her delicate folds. Little sounds like growls reached her ears as he alternately pinched and rubbed her clit. Kaylie twisted beneath him but he held her fast, not letting up, not letting her go as he fed more tension into her, shoving her into the flames that threatened to consume her.

Then suddenly, she fell. Something snapped deep inside and she let out a strangled scream. Nails scored the top of the desk. Every muscle in her body simultaneously squeezed and then contracted as she came, her back arched high as the waves of ecstasy smashed into her again and again.

For awhile she forgot where she was, who she was with, and damn near forgot her own name as she drifted on a cloud of nothingness. Her ears rang and her lungs ached as she gasped for air. Her legs fell over the edge of the desk as Dean come over her and rested his weight on his forearms. “Kaylie?”

When she didn’t answer, didn’t so much as twitch, Dean pressed his lips, wet from her arousal, softly to hers. “Kaylie?”

She finally grunted and felt his lips curl in a smile on top of hers. “See what happens when you don’t fight it?”

Kaylie grunted again. “No fight,” she managed to get out.

He ran his nose over her cheek in a loving caress. “I take it you’ve never come that hard before?”

Why was he talking? How could he even form words? And was that male smugness she heard in his tone? She thought to deny his assumption when she remembered: She’d won the bet. Hah! If she could have moved she would have danced a jig. As it was, feeling a bit smug herself, what with that amazing orgasm and being a bet winner to boot, she decided to throw him a bone. “Nope. And never with anyone.”

He stilled above her. “Are you saying you’ve never come with a man before?”

“Nope. Not even with a woman.”

He jerked up on his hands. “What?”

She grinned and cracked open an eye. “Not that I’ve been with a woman.”

“Oh.”

Was that disappointment she heard now? Men!

“So.” He leaned back down, brushing her nipples with the hard muscles of his chest. The sensation made her sigh with pleasure. “I’m the first man who’s made you come?”

Time to move past this before his head, and not the one she felt thick and heavy on her belly, swelled even more. “Yep. But you’re not the first one to lose a bet.”

He didn’t say anything for the space of several heartbeats. Then, “Shit.”

She peered up at him. “Shit indeed. You’re mine to command for the next week or so Mr. Alpha-Shifter-Mayor-Bad-Ass.”

Dean cleared his throat but, points for him, didn’t try to renegotiate or back out. “Don’t you think command is a bit strong?”

“Would you prefer dominate? I think I have a whip in my closet.”

His face flushed with color and he straightened, running his hands over her body. “That could be a quite an interesting distraction.”

Kaylie snorted at the idea his words created in her head. Of her in a dominatrix outfit, Dean cuffed to a bed. Oh yeah. The possibilities were boundless.

“But first I have to dispose of this condom.”

“Hmm. You may take leave of me.” She said regally, waving her hand in the air as if dismissing a slave.

One dark brow rose. “Don’t push it, witch.”

Her eyes glittered with renewed interest. “I’d rather you pushed it.”

His mouth opened and then closed. Then he shook his head as he retreated to the adjoining bathroom. “What am I going to do with you,” followed in his wake.

Kaylie’s eyes snapped open and she sighed again, more heartfelt this time. “Love me?” she whispered so low the words barely made her own ears.

Suddenly another sound reached her, and she quickly sat up and looked over her shoulder. Sure enough, someone was on the other side of the office door, twisting the knob.

With a silent curse Kaylie peeled her glued ass off the edge of the desk and fell in an ungraceful slide to the floor. Just in time too as she heard the door creak open.

Her heart thundered in panic as she snatched her jeans and wiggled into them while sitting on the floor. She didn’t know where her panties were and took a moment to freak out as she prayed they weren’t on the desk. But no, they had to be on the floor. No time to look. She reached for her sneakers and scooted into the knee well of the desk as footsteps approached from the other side.