Bedding The Wrong Brother (Dalton Brothers Novels) (7 page)

Her eyes were fixed on his fingers as he unbuttoned his shirt, but when he finished the last button, he reached for her.  “Let’s get you comfortable first,” he said.  To his surprise, she shook her head.

Instead of backing away from him, however, she moved closer, snaked her hands inside his open shirt, and placed her palms against his chest.  With a look of wonder, she slid her hands up, then down, then up again.  “You’re so—”  She swallowed audibly.  “You’re so warm and hard.”

He wasn’t just warm.  He was hot, and her hands on his bare skin were burning him alive.  “Melina,” he groaned.  Wrapping his fingers around her wrist, he dragged her hand down to his throbbing dick.  “Here.  Just for a minute,” he pleaded.  “Please touch me here.”

He let go of her hand but she didn’t move, and he wondered if he’d moved too fast too soon.   But then she cupped him through his jeans and rubbed gently.  His head fell back, and he gritted his teeth at the pleasure. 

“Does that feel good?”

He glanced down, but she wasn’t looking at him.  At least not at his face.  Her gaze was plastered to her hand and what it was doing to him.  “It feels like heaven,” he gasped out.  “Better than heaven.”

That made her look at him.  “What could be better than heaven?” she teased from beneath heavy eyelids.

He couldn’t resist touching her any longer.  He cupped her breasts, pushing them together and deepening her cleavage before he buried his face in it.  Kneading her breasts gently, he dipped his tongue inside her top and into her soft skin.  “So sweet.”  Slowly, one hand dropped down to the hot spot between her thighs, making her jerk.  “So hot.  Are you wet, Melina?”

“I—I—“

He raised his head to look at her.  “Are you?” he crooned.

She just shook her head.

“No?”

She shook her head again.  “I—I—“

“It’s okay,” he said.  “How about I find out for myself?”

He curled his fingers around and underneath one leg of her underwear.  He groaned when her juices immediately covered his fingertips.  She whimpered.  “Oh yeah.   You’re wet.  Just like I’ve always imagined.”  He found the hard nub of her clitoris and pressed firmly against it. 

“Oh my God,” she panted.  “What are you doing?  I’m supposed to be pleasing you.”

He chuckled.  “Believe me.  Nothing pleases me more than knowing that you’re wet and hungry for me.  You hungry, Melina?”

Slowly, he pushed one finger inside her.  The hand cupping his dick tightened then dropped away completely, moving to grab his wrist.  She didn’t try to pull his hand away, just held him in a tight grip as if she wasn’t sure what she should do.

Good thing he knew exactly what he was going to do.

A second finger joined the first, and he twisted them, curving them to find the spot that made her head drop onto his shoulder and her moans louder.  She was trembling hard, but he suddenly realized that he was, too. 

Abruptly, his patience left him and his need grabbed him by the throat like a wolf going in for the kill.  “You know what else I like, ladybug?  A big, soft bed underneath me when I make love.”  When he tried to withdraw his fingers from her, her grip on his wrist suddenly tightened and tried to keep him where he was.  He bent down and kissed her, using his teeth this time to add a new dimension to her pleasure.  Slipping his wrist from her hold, he swung her up in his arms, carried her to the bed, and gently tossed her down.  “Undress.  Now.”

He saw her eyes widen at the hoarse command, but he was already frantically ripping off his shirt even as he kicked off his shoes.  He unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down his hips, underwear and all, and left them on the floor with his socks.  When he looked up, she hadn’t moved.  She was staring at his dick, a look of amazement on her face that made him swell even more.

“You’re definitely magnum-sized,” she whispered.

He hardly registered the comment.  He was a little bigger than average, but she’d have no trouble taking him.  Grabbing her ankles, he pulled her toward him and reached for the bottom of her camisole. 

“Wait—” she squeaked. 

He pulled her top over her head, threw it across the room.  Eyes taking in her lacy bra and the plump flesh filling it, he reached for her shorts. 

“I want to see you.  I want to touch you,” she insisted.

The shorts followed the camisole.  Just as she had stared at him, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her pussy.  Holy crap, he thought.  Who would have thought it?

“You’ve got a Brazilian,” he choked out as he reached out to caress the tiny strip of chocolate brown curls. 

She cleared her throat.  “Actually, the girl who did it told me it’s called a Metro Strip.  She told me to go for a heart, but that seemed a little too silly given what we’re—”

“Did you get this for tonight?”

She hesitated, then nodded her head. 

He ran a finger through her pink, sweet flesh, parting her until his mouth watered.  Pushing his finger inside her then slowly easing it out, he watched it grow more and more damp as he pumped it gently inside her.  Her muscles clenched him, trying to hang on, sucking him so tight that sweat beaded on his forehead.

He dropped to his knees, shouldered his way between her thighs, and prepared to eat his fill of her.  Quick as lightning, she reached out to cover herself, something that was hard to do with his finger still inside her, and he growled in frustration.

“This is supposed to be about your pleasure,” she reminded him.

That did it.  Extracting his finger, he raised himself up, stared right at her, and licked her juice off his finger.  When her eyes widened, he grabbed both her wrists, stretched her arms above her head, and leaned down until they were nose to nose.  “You want to please me?” he breathed.

She nodded her head.

“Then this is what you’re going to do.”  He leaned down and kissed her neck, trailed a string of kisses to her ear, and then nipped at her earlobe before swiping it slowly with his tongue.   “You’re going to use your hands for one thing and one thing only.  You’re going to unhook your bra and bare your breasts.  Then you’re going to cup them.  Your fingers are free to do whatever you want there.  Tease your nipples.  Pinch them tight or gently.  You do whatever turns you on.  But you are not going to cover yourself from me.  You’re going to let me touch you and lick you and do whatever the hell I damn well please to please you, do you understand?”

“Is that—Is that what you really want or are you just being nice?”

Laughing, he gentled his hold on her wrists, and guided them to her breasts and the front clasp of her bra.   “I want that more than anything in the world, Melina.  I promise you.”

She stared at him, her hesitation apparent.  Then she nodded and twisted the clasp of her bra so that her small breasts spilled free.

*** 

Had she actually thought her breasts weren’t sensitive? 

Even with her blurry eyesight, she could see him looking at them.  Granted, she couldn’t tell whether his gaze was complimentary or not, but with his erection still pressed strong and sure against her belly, she’d place bets on it being complimentary.  At least her breasts were convinced of that.  They were swollen and achy—the type of achy that was indefinable, yet intolerable to ignore.

Instinctively, she raised her hands and cupped herself, smoothing her palms from her ribcage to the rise of her breasts, her breath catching as the light pressure caused her nipples to tighten even more.  Closing her eyes, she moaned.  She pinched her nipples.  Moaned even harder.

“That feel good, baby?” 

Her only warning was the puff of breath against her skin before a warm, moist suction covered one nipple.  With both nipples still pinched between her fingers, he alternatively flicked one and then the other with his tongue, making sure to give particular attention to the sensitive skin between her thumb and forefinger.  Unable to help herself, she grabbed his hair and pressed him closer to her.  “Please,” she cried out brokenly.

“Please me?” he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice even as he replaced her fingers with his own, tweaking her nipples a tad bit harder than she had.  

The corresponding tug in her sex had her arching off the bed.  Shaking her head frantically, she said,  “No, no.  Please me.  Suck me.  Please.”

“And then?”

“Then?” she echoed, her brain freezing.

“And then are you going to let me suck you all over?”

Her breath caught.  So he hadn’t lost sight of his original goal.  As much as she was enjoying this, could she really handle him going down on her?  She couldn’t even think about that right now without getting a little dizzy.  “Yes.  Now please…”  She lifted herself up, offering her breasts to him. 

With a growl, he took what she’d offered, taking one nipple into his mouth and drawing on it strongly.  With a pop, he released it, only to move on to the next one. 

No, definitely not insensitive. 

Her breasts were super sensitive, in fact. 

So, so sensitive.

She almost cried out in loss when he raised his head, but he grasped her hands and placed them on her breasts again.  “Now, keep your hands to yourself,” he whispered. 

She couldn’t help it.  She giggled. 

He seemed to freeze.  Seconds ticked by and she shifted restlessly.  “What?’

“I just—  I just haven’t heard you giggle in awhile.  I’ve missed it.”

She tried to think back.  Hadn’t she giggled yesterday when they’d talked? 

Who cared? 

Who cared about anything but what he was going to do next.  For a moment, she felt guilty at her thoughts. She’d never thought she’d have this wild, uncontrollable response to being touched by Max, and she was supposed to be concerned with his pleasure, not her own.  But the more he touched her, the more he looked at her—

She jumped when his hands cupped her face and he leaned down toward her.  “My pleasure, remember, Melina?  You’re not going to think about whatever your thinking about because I already told you what you’re going to do, right?”

“But—”

He kissed her hard, with an edge of domination that made her tremble.  “Right?” he pressed.

“Right.”

“And what are you going to do?’  As if to remind her, he moved his hands to cover her own, guiding them to start a slow erotic massage of her breasts.

“Touch myself.”

“And what are you going to let me do to you?”

“Touch me?” she whispered.

“Be more specific.”

“I—I—”  Flushing in mortification, she shook her head.  “Why don’t you just do it instead?”

She heard his smile more than she saw it. “Don’t you know that anticipation is half the pleasure?  Do you know how long I’ve wanted to turn you on?  I want to see it.  Feel it.  Hear it.  So anticipate what I’m going to do to you, Melina.  Tell me.”

Licking her lips, she gathered her courage.  “You’re going to—to kiss me.  Lick me.”

“Where?  Here? ”  His hand stroked down her sternum to her navel and rubbed soft, lazy circles on her belly.  Soon, he scooted his body down and his lips as well, planting tiny, sucking kisses down her body that made her writhe.  “Or here?”  Hands, then mouth, continued their descent before pausing just above her liquid core.  Lifting his head and locking gazes with her, he stiffened his tongue and probed at the tender flesh until he honed in on the small nub that had swelled for his touch.  “Or here?”

Before she could even try to respond, he licked lower, sweeping his tongue through her drenched folds until she could barely hold back her moans of pleasure.  Automatically, she raised one hand to cover her mouth.  He lifted his head. 

“Back on your breasts, Melina.  I want to hear you scream, remember?”

She shook her head as reality suddenly crashed down on her.  Desire could only sweep her away so far.  She just wasn’t the screaming type.  “I don’t scream,” she said in a matter of fact voice that seemed completely at odds with the riotous emotions inside her.

“Never?”

“Never.”

“Well, ladybug.  Looks like we’re about to give ourselves the best present yet.”

A vague ripple of confusion tugged at her brain, but it disappeared when he lowered his head, burying his face against her.  He showed no hesitancy at all, but rather dove into her like a man starving for sustenance.  He kissed and suckled and scraped his teeth lightly against her.  He pierced her with his stiff tongue, then lapped at her clit with a moist, tender devotion that made her arch to get away, then arch for more.  Using just his mouth at first, then adding his fingers to the mix, he plucked her like an instrument, occasionally humming and whispering to her—words of longing and sex and worship— until the sensations grew and grew and she had no choice but to do as he wanted. 

She screamed as a tidal wave of pleasure slammed into her, only to be amazed when he started all over again. 

She screamed as the second orgasm brought tears of wonder to her eyes. 

And she screamed as she struggled and strained and fought the pleasure he was determined to give her once more, crying that she couldn’t take any more, that he was going to kill her, that no one had ever made her feel this way. 

But he gave her no quarter.  He worked her body as if she was a deck of cards, something plain and boring and static until he got his hands on it and worked his magic.  When he was done, when he gave her a moment to breathe and cradled her in his arms, kissing the tears from her face and stroking her hair, she closed her eyes. 

Almost instantly, with her head resting against his chest and his strong heartbeat beating in time to her own, she slipped into the fantasy.  She could feel the warm rain beating down on her.  The drag of wood against her back an instant before he tucked her in his arms.  But mostly she could feel him.  Surrounding her.  Loving her.  And it felt so right to be loved by him. 

Rhys, she thought, unaware as she fell into an exhausted sleep that she’d spoken the name out loud. 

CHAPTER 5

Dalton’s Magic Rule #6:
Seize Every Opportunity To Perform

“You are so hot.  I want to do you over and over again.”