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Authors: Kate Allenton

Untamed (10 page)

He pressed a kiss to her lips. “Pay the loan back, don’t pay it back, I don’t care. It’s not about the money. I have plenty. I don’t like that you’re connected to that asshole
’s family in any fashion.”

B
efore she could question the ramifications of their return, he leaned down and kissed her again. This time, it wasn’t heated like it had been in her office. This was more of a tender caress.

“Let’s get you home.” He threw his arm over her shoulder. “If it’s all the same to you…I think I’ll drive.”

She smiled like she meant it because she did. “I’ll point the way.”

Chapter 11

 

Brody drove under the speed limit and checked the re
arview mirror the entire way to Tara’s house. Not a speck of flirtatious demeanor remained in him. She was angry and disappointed that Peter had put a damper on what would have been an evening she’d have remembered forever. Damn man.

She wasn’t quite sure what to
think about Brody, his paying off her loan and fixing her problems. She didn’t want a sugar daddy. She didn’t want to feel obligated to anyone. She’d pay him back and be done with it, just like she’d planned with the bank. She pushed her pride aside. This was the right thing to do. For now.

After f
ollowing Brody into the house, she dropped her keys on the table in the foyer, walked to the double patio doors, and pushed them open. Moonlight glistened on the pool water and the ocean beyond. She inhaled a deep breath as the breeze caressed her skin. This was the sweet smell of freedom, this was her paradise, and this was where she’d always belonged. Brody’s arms circled her waist as he propped his chin on her shoulder. “Wanna skinny-dip?”

She chuckled and
rolled her eyes. “Only you would still want to have sex after everything that happened.” She rested her head against his chest. “I need a shower and a little downtime to relax and unwind before I even try to come up with a plan on what to do about Peter and my life here.”

“Hmmm.”
The sound reverberated through his chest and teased her ears. He leaned down and lifted her into his arms, cradling her against his chest. “Shower, you say?”

He moved closer
toward the pool. Her eyes grew wide. “You wouldn’t.”

He grinned. “I would.”

He jumped in the warm water, still holding her, and dunked them both before emerging again. She wiped the water from her eyes and squirmed against his chest, but he wouldn’t release his hold. “Uh-uh-uh…you aren’t going anywhere.”

Moving to the stairs, he positioned her on his lap. “We have some unfinished business.”

Unfinished business, that should be her motto, the story of her life. She knew exactly what he was referring to but felt compelled to ask.


You don’t say?” she asked in a teasing voice.

He kissed her forehead and moved from beneath her
to stand in the shallow end of the pool. He reached behind him and pulled out the pink handcuffs she’d used to restrain him in the SUV. “We still have training, and you’ve been a very naughty girl.”

“Very naughty indeed.
What do you plan to do about it, Mr. Connors? Spank me?” she purred in her best sex-kitten tone.

The thought alone had her clenching her thighs together.
He tossed the handcuffs over his shoulder and moved in for the kill. He inched closer, with a twinkle in his eye,s until he had her barricaded and reclining against the steps. He kissed down the column of her neck and continued downward to the point of the V on the front of her shirt. His tongue stroked the side of her breast, and she let her head fall back onto her shoulders as she closed her eyes. She wanted him. Right here, in the pool, underneath the stars and the moon. A moan escaped her lips as his took hold of her waist, pulling her closer.

“Tara.”

“Hmm?” She answered without opening her eyes.

He kissed up the other side of the V.

“Blindfold.” His words were a whisper against her skin.

Her eyes shot open. “Huh?”

He looked up at her and held out his hand. “I asked for a blindfold.”

A red one appeared in his palm. He nipped her breast through her shirt. “Do you trust me?”

Tara bit her lip. This was the point of no return. She nodded. This wasn’t a relationship, just a stress reliever. At least that’s what she tried to tell herself. Yes, that’s what it was.

He grabbed her hand and helped her up the steps and out of the pool. He grabbed a towel from the nearby stack and wrapped it around her before cupping her face. “Go change, we’ve got work to do.”

Tara planted her hand on her hip. “But I thought—”

He grinned
, giving her a glimpse of his dimple as he cut her off. “Oh, we will, but I have to explain the rules first. Now stop stalling and go change.”

She lifted her brow. “What rules?”

“You already agreed, darlin’, when you said that we’d train on my terms. Well, these are my terms. Now go change into something dry before I change my mind.”

Tara tugged the towel tighter against her body.
She was trying to make sense of his words versus his actions. She’d felt his desire when he had her pressed to the stairs. He wanted her all right…just as much as she wanted him.

Your rules, my ass
. We’ll just see about that.
She grinned, moved closer to the double doors, dropped her towel, and stripped out of her wet clothes. She was left standing in only her bra and matching thong. She blew him a kiss and bent over, giving him a good glimpse of her ass, and then she picked up her towel. Wrapping it around her, she sauntered away, knowing that she’d just made her point. Score, Tara one…Brody, none.

Nothing would be as he expected, at least not when it came to her. She
made her way up to her room and into the bathroom. She shivered as she ditched her wet undergarments. She picked up a brush and ran it through her wet hair as she debated on what to wear. What did one wear when trying to seduce a man into playing her game instead of his own? She moved to her dresser and opened the top drawer. She rooted around through the lingerie, panties, and bras. She didn’t seduce often. She didn’t have a whole arsenal of beautiful lingerie, but she did have stuff she could work with, stuff that would knock him to his knees and have him begging.

She pul
led out a babydoll white satin nighty that barely covered her butt. She pulled on a white lace thong and grinned at her reflection. It probably wasn’t what Brody was used to, but it would do. It would serve her purpose.  She ran her hand down the smooth silky nighty and over her thighs. She clenched her eyes closed. “Damn it.”

Nowhere in any of her fantasies did she remember Brody ever getting cut from the stubble on
her legs. She hurried back into the bathroom and grabbed her shaving cream and razor. She propped her leg up on the tub and started to shave as she leaned backward, and then she grabbed her toothbrush and brushed her teeth at the same time, effectively killing two birds with one stone. She’d dreamed of this night, every aspect of it, and wanted it to be perfect—the one experience she would remember for the rest of her life. She wasn’t a virgin, not even close, but she knew he would rock her world. Her body tingled, while she was trying to figure out how he was going to do it.

She
chewed her lip as she examined her appearance in the full-length mirror. “What the hell,” she muttered. She pulled the nighty over her head and laid it over the back of a nearby chair and then removed her thong. She grabbed her robe and tied it around her naked body before walking out of her room, a room that she planned to introduce to Brody. The satin of the robe shimmied against her naked skin, making her body tingle in anticipation. It felt forbidden and sexy, and she couldn’t wait to see his face when he unwrapped her.

He was sitting at the bar in the kitchen. Next to him were several covered dishes. He stood and walked over to her with the blindfold in his hand.
She watched his Adam’s apple bob as his gaze ran down her body and back up.

He placed
the blindfold gently around her eyes and tied it in the back. “No peeking.”

She nodded.
Her heart raced in anticipation.

Tara closed her eyes beneath the
sash; she had no reason to peek. She’d been waiting for this for the last nine months. Every nerve ending was strung tight. She felt him move in front of her. “Tell me what you smell.”

She
inhaled and grinned. Her nose twitched as the flowery fragrance filled her nostrils.  “A flower.”

He tugged at the tie around her waist.
The air touched her exposed naked body, causing her to shiver.

He lifted her and moved her onto the barstool. His hands were on her thighs instantly
, caressing a path from her knee to the juncture of her thighs. “Damn, baby.”

Score two for Tara, none for Brody.
She shivered when she felt the softness of his lips pressed against her collarbone, and the robe was pushed down her arms, leaving her bare and naked and vulnerable.

“What happened to the game?”
she asked in a teasing tone.

He kissed a path down her neck to her breast
, nipping her before he sucked her nipple into his mouth. His took her other breast in his hand, squeezing and caressing while he loved the other breast, and then he showed the other the same affection.

He
r head lulled back on her shoulders, and she moaned, even as she placed her palm behind his head and held him to her body. She might not be able to see, but she could damn sure feel.


The game is just beginning. Do you like that, baby?” His words were whispered against her skin as he moved down her body.

“You’re a tease, Brody Connor
s,” she’d said, using her tone to push him into giving her what she wanted quicker, hoping he’d take the bait.

She felt the warmth of his body disappear just like
that of his hands and his mouth. She lifted her head. Her body tensed. “Where did you go?”

His chuckle
came from in front of her, so apparently he hadn’t gone far.

H
e took her hand and turned it over so she was holding out her palm. “We need some protection, Tara.”

She felt the s
tring of condoms appear in her palm, even though she couldn’t see them. For the first time since she’d met Brody, they’d finally appeared at the right time. He took them from her palm and pressed his lips against her palm.

“You still think I’m a tease
, baby?” His words were a whisper in her ear.

She grinned. “Yes.
If you don’t hurry, I may need to take action into my own hands.”

She heard a ripping sound
and assumed he’d just ripped into one of the condom wrappers. Seconds passed before Brody took her hand and placed her palm against his warm chest. She flexed her fingers over his taut muscles and placed her other palm next to it, moving them up and down his washboard abs. She moved her fingers lower down his waist and almost gasped when she didn’t encounter a barrier; it seemed he was already standing in the buff. She licked her lips and moved her hands farther down and between their bodies. Her fingertips came in contact with the smooth skin around his hard and jutting cock. Her mouth watered as she wrapped her palm around him and started stroking, rubbing him up and down as she slid her thumb over the slit, rubbing the wetness into his head. She was surprised he didn’t have a condom on. Score three for Tara.

Brody growled in her ear. “Not yet
, baby.”

He pulled her hands away. His mouth was on her body
. He nipped at her breast, and then he moved farther down her stomach.

She almost jumped from the stool when his fingers ran through her wet curls. He used his other hand and pushed her legs open f
arther. “You’re wet for me, baby.”

She could feel his breath between her thighs. He pushed one finger in her
, eliciting a gasp from her lips. It felt good, but she needed more. Lots more, quicker, harder, now.

As if reading her mind
, he slipped in another and then another until he had her full, stretching her, sliding in and out in a quick rhythm while his mouth caught her clit. He pressed his tongue against the extended numb, twirling it around while he continued to plunge his fingers in and out of her.

Her head fell back again while her hand went to the back of his head, holding him in place.
Screw the score; they were both going to win. She opened her legs farther, wanting him closer, needing him closer. “Brody, please.”

He sucked her juices
, running his tongue from where his fingers were sliding in and out back up to her clit. “Please what, sugar?”

“Brody…”

Her words were lost when she gasped. He turned his fingers, targeting her sweet spot, and sucked her clit harder. She purred from the increased tension building and forming, promising to send her into the abyss. She ran her fingers through his hair and held him in place.

“Brody…”

He increased his strokes and his oral assault.

“Oh…
oh…oh…” She struggled to breathe. “That’s it….”

Her muscles tightened as she fou
ght to keep her legs open. “Oh God.”

His mouth on her, his fingers sliding furiously in and out of her
, he pressed on her little pink nub, sending her careening over the top. Unable to think, unable to stop herself, she screamed his name and rode out the wave of her orgasm. He gently stroked her as she tried to catch her breath. His other hand came around her waist, holding her in place as his lips landed on hers, kissing and matching the strokes of his fingers. 

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