A Calculated Seduction(41)

Her eyes flew to his and she saw humor mixed with a little tension. “Well...I can’t help but be impressed.” She couldn’t help taking another peek.

He groaned, grabbed her hand and pulled her up off the bed. Within a few seconds, he had her standing beside the bed in nothing but thigh highs.

“Now what I’ve been preoccupied with is your taste.”

He stood so close. The very heat of him burned through her skin and all the way to her soul. She lifted her eyes to his and saw the dark intent, the arousal. Every thought died as he seated her on the bed, then had her recline. His eyes traveled down her body. Her nipples tightened as his gaze lingered on her breasts.

“Dulcy, you were made for me. I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself.” His voice shook as affection filled her. This man, who always seemed in control, in fact, he seemed to need it as others needed air to breathe, was losing control just by looking at her.

Without warning, he came down on top of her. The feel of his hard muscles against her skin comforted her and aroused her at the same time. He took her face into his hands and lowered his lips to hers, never closing his eyes. At first, he placed tender kisses on her lips. Nothing aggressive, but just as passionate as she remembered. Her whole being tingled with anticipation, which was quickly replaced with frustration as he continued his gentle assault. Fed up with his slow pace, she opened her mouth and traced the seam of his. He stilled then opened his mouth, but didn’t allow her to take charge. Immediately, he took possession, his tongue stealing past her lips.

A second later, he was gone, easing himself down her body. His hands were on her breasts, his lips on her nipples. Further he slid, until he settled on his knees on the floor. He slipped his hand beneath her bottom and lifted her off the bed.

“I told you. I’ve been dreaming about the way you taste.”

She raised her head a moment before his breath whispered against the very center of her being. His lips followed a moment later. She moaned and closed her eyes, allowing the sensation of being completely possessed by him wash over her. Heat churned her belly and slipped lower to her pulsing center. Over and over he plunged his tongue into her, lapping at her as if she were his favorite treat.

Before she was ready, he was pulling away. She heard the beside table drawer slide open and then the crinkle of foil. She opened her eyes just in time to see him join her back on the bed. His lips came down on hers the moment he thrust into her body. She tasted herself on his tongue as it swept inside her mouth.

As he thrust in and out of her, he lifted himself. Even in the flickering candlelight, the intent in his eyes was unmistakable. He wanted to possess her, to own her very soul. And, Lord help her, she wanted that too. She wanted to be the woman he conquered.

She moved, enjoying the sensation of being one with Ethan, of consuming his attention. Every nerve in her body tightened, then shattered as she screamed his name while he groaned her name and followed her a moment later.

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Ethan held Dulcy as she burrowed her head beneath his chin.

Everything he’ d ever known about lovemaking had been challenged tonight. This little woman, with her cute little nose and quirky sense of humor, had thrown him for a loop. What was he going to do about a woman who stole from his uncle’s company, but sent his blood racing at the sound of her laugh?

His phone rang in his home office and he knew only one person would call on that line, Todd. Trying not to disturb her, he eased out of bed and hurried to the phone.

“MacMillan. ”

“Hey, boss. Sorry to bother you, but someone got into the system tonight.”

Every sense went on alert. “When?”

“During your big Gala. Accessed a few accounts and shifted money.” At first, jubilation surged within him. If it happened then, he knew Dulcy hadn’t helped. “It was around ten tonight.”

He smiled. About the time Miss Menendez seduced him. Then his smile faded. Just after the other suspect convinced him to take her home. Could it be that the drunkenness, the whole seduction had been staged? Did they know he was onto them?

His blood turned cold at the thought of being used by another woman like his ex-fiancée. Fiona had wanted his money, not his love.

But Dulcy had seemed so sincere in her emotions. No actress could have faked the feelings she emitted during their lovemaking. He shook his head. No. He refused to believe she would compromise herself for money. Even for a man she loved.

“What do you want me to do, boss?”