“You’ve always had a crush on me.” The confidence in his voice raked over her patience. “When you were sixteen, you watched me as though I were a god.”
“When I was sixteen, I would sneak into the closet of your bedroom and watch you and my bodyguard f**k my maid,” she informed him blithely. “I’ve done this for the past several years, Ian. I’m tired of watching.”
He hid his shock well. He merely stared back at her, unblinking, his eyes nearly black as hunger flared within them.
“You watched?”
“Oh yes, indeed I did,” she assured him. “And each time I watched your c**k pleasuring another woman I knew what I wanted. Who I wanted. I’m not a fool. And I’m not too homely to attract enough attention to keep my bed filled if this is what I want. I didn’t have to come to you. I could have stayed in England and f**ked until hell froze over. But I came here, to you.”
His jaw clenched.
“You’re a fool, Courtney.”
“And I agree with you, wholeheartedly,” she bit out, moving across the room before turning back to face him. “I should just pack my bags and head home. I’m certain I could get f**ked just easily there as I can in your bed. Hell, easier. And with just as little emotion.”
He pushed his fingers roughly through his thick hair, glaring back at her.
“You’re pushing me, baby. So help me, you are. And God knows I don’t want to hurt you.”
But he was excited. She could see it in his eyes, in the bulge of his pants. He was so excited by the thought of taking her, taming her, that he could barely control it.
She had lost control months, years before.
“Are you certain you don’t feel a need to hurt me, Ian?” she asked him then.
“I feel a need to spank your ass until it glows,” he finally growled, his hands fisting as he pushed them into the pockets of his slacks.
She let her eyelids lower, let her own hunger flow from her as the ass in question began to tingle.
“Spank me,” she whispered then. “I bet you’ve imagined it, Ian. Putting me over your knee, and spanking my bare ass as I beg you prettily not to. Shall I call you Uncle Ian as I do so? Have you ever imagined that? Please, Uncle Ian, don’t spank me.”
She was tempting him, taunting him, and she knew it. She could possibly be pushing him past a boundary that she was perhaps not ready for quite yet. But she couldn’t seem to stop herself.
A firestorm erupted in his body, through his senses.
Please, Uncle Ian, don’t spank me.
The words should have disgusted him. But they turned him on, made his lust burn higher, hotter than ever before. He could feel his c**k pressing against his slacks, fighting for freedom as his gaze locked on her all too innocent expression. Sweet, pure, her face, her eyes, reflected the wonder of a f**king teenager. But that was not the body of a teenager. The full, swollen br**sts, their hard tips pressing against the dark blue silk, pleading for his touch. That was a woman’s body. A woman’s response.
A woman who liked to play very dangerous games.
He moved toward her. A step. Two.
But the innocence was still there.
God help them both if she was a virgin.
“You want to play games, sweetheart.” He kept his voice low, just barely affectionate.
“I like playing games, Uncle Ian.” She blinked innocently as she licked her lips in anticipation. “Are you going to teach me some new ones?”
He reached out, smoothing her hair back behind her shoulders.
“Such long, pretty hair,” he whispered, rubbing the strands between his fingers and luxuriating in its silken texture before he gripped a thick swath, holding it in his fist as he pulled her head back slowly.
She was breathing hard, her br**sts rising and falling sharply as her dark eyes began to daze. A flush brightened her cheeks as her lips parted almost pleadingly, her eyelids lowering with drowsy sensuality.
He lowered his head, tasting the honey sweetness of those lips. They parted further for him, a whispered moan breathed against his as he caught her lower lip, licking at it sensually.