Chapter 15
Grace
Damn the man.
Damn him for refusing to trust me enough.
Damn him for being so attractive, making me incapable of ignoring him like I’d insisted we do.
And damn him straight to hell for the kiss that literally took my breath away.
Everything else was momentarily forgotten as Viper claimed my mouth, his tongue sweeping inside. Light faded from every nook and cranny and even the sound of the dogs faded into little more than a distant hum.
That’s how powerful the man’s kiss was, so passionate he’d blindsided me with the fury and desire, the necessity that bordered on obsessive.
My toes were off the ground, his massive arms holding me in midair. I still had my fingers wrapped around his shirt, tugging and pulling in a reflex. The taste of him was incredible, spice and peppermint, a combination that seemed to awaken every one of my senses.
Or maybe that was because Viper wasn’t going to take no for an answer.
I rolled one hand over his shoulder, tangling my fingers in his hair and I inhaled his scent. Whatever soap he’d showered with was manly, a hint of musk and citrus an incredible combination.
He swung me around, sliding his hand under my bottom.
In reaction, I wrapped both legs around him as he dominated my mouth and tongue.
Every sound was guttural, like we were beasts and nothing more.
I couldn’t seem to get enough of him, even sucking on his tongue.
He pulled away briefly, his eyes hooded as he stared down at me.
The way a slow and steady smile crossed his face was an indication of the naughty things he had in mind. Then he dragged his rough tongue along my jawline, taking his time while keeping a firm hold on me. I had a sense he wasn’t about to let me go even if I wanted him to.
Which I didn’t.
The hunger was raw, spiraling through every muscle while his presence left me in awe. I was shocked how much more powerful he seemed while his desire exploded at the same rate as mine. He yanked my head closer, holding our lips just together before brushing his lightly across mine.
“Grace.” As he whispered my name, the shudder of a single syllable screamed of possession.
The feel of his hard cock throbbing against me kept me breathless, every inch of skin tingling. He explored my mouth as he’d done before, only taking his time. Everything about the man was dominating and when I dug the fingers of one hand into his neck, he growled, the sound floating between us.
With no objection, he took long strides toward the house, one step taking him onto the porch he’d just built. We both struggled for the door handle, the rugged man finally kicking the door in.
He broke the kiss, leaving us both completely breathless. “Dogs. Inside. Now.”
His command was not to be ignored by anyone and the dogs dutifully obeyed. He wasn’t interested in wasting the time heading upstairs, walking into the kitchen instead where the kiss resumed.
I was the one who heard the empty water bowl being dragged across the kitchen floor, forcefully pushing Viper away. As I gasped for air, he cocked his head. “Water. They need water. Let me down.” I could barely manage to get the words out and with a hint of annoyance, he did as I asked.
“Hurry,” he gritted out just before yanking his shirt over his head. His abs were… truly to die for. A full eight-pack followed by the perfect V tapering to the rough edge of his jeans.
My core throbbed in response.
“Uh-huh.” I told a look at his broad chest, my mouth watering. With a solid blink, I yanked myself from the hypnotic state, dropping the bowl twice before I had it firmly in my hand. I was panting as I filled it with clean water, paying more attention to what he was doing than my little chore.
Water splashed over my hand and I laughed, more nervous than I’d been with him before. But as soon as the bowl was back in its place, I ripped off my dress, exposing the sin of refusing a bra.
His nostrils flared, his eyes flashing as a monster’s would seeing his prey. He swept the length of my body with his eyes, shaking his head. When I tried to take control of removing his jeans, he shoved my hands away, even pointing his finger at me like I’d done with him earlier.
“Hurry,” I said, mimicking him.
Of course, he slowed down, backing away so I couldn’t touch him. While he was content with driving me nuts while I was breathing heavily, I raked one hand down my neck, stretching it while I rolled the tip of a single finger around my already taut nipple. Two could play at being the tease.
Seeing his entire body stiffening, I could tell he was still on edge but for a different reason.
While I continued to provide him with entertainment, he finally rolled his jeans over his hips, allowing me to catch another even better look at his cock.
The sight of his long, thick dick was amazing.
Yes, the urgency was there. Yes, my mouth watered.
And yes, I was at the point of begging him to fuck me.
When he advanced, I pressed against the edge of the counter. The moment became surreal as he raked his arm across the counter, tossing items to the floor. As a bowl clanged on the tile, one of the dogs huffed in annoyance.
But we just didn’t care. He was ripping at his belt the same time I was.
I laughed when he almost fell to the floor in trying to get his boots off.
My giggle brought a strange, even more controlling look on his face just before he dared defy all sense of decency by sliding his fingers under the thin elastic of my thong.
A single snap of his wrist and I’d lost one of my favorite pairs of panties.
“You’re right,” I huffed. “You’re a very dangerous man.”
“How so?” He crowded my space, his massive legs straddling mine.
At first, he pushed me backward, planting his hands on the counter and leaning over.
Maybe he was purposely keeping his hands free, but he didn’t need them to drive me crazy.
He did so easily with his tongue, sliding the tip down the length of my neck while breathing hot air against my skin.
My eyes were closed, my palms firmly connected to his skin and I was on fire, my core exploding with flames. I’d never felt this desired in my life.
He nipped my earlobe, darting his tongue inside the shell of my ear. But he wasn’t done yet, continuing a trail to my shoulder and shoulder blade, tracing bones and muscles before pulling away so he could lean over and swirl his tongue around my nipple.
I crushed one arm around his head, holding him in place while he sucked on my aching bud. He took his sweet time, sucking and nipping, leaving me with rocketed sensations that tormented me all the way to my toes. I threw my head back, staring up at the ceiling while I gasped for air.
A subtle laugh erupted from his throat as he moved to my other breast, his actions even slower. He was driving me crazy and he knew it.
With my eyes closed, I hadn’t noticed he’d moved his hand until he slipped it between my legs. Curling his fingers, he teased my clit, flicking the tips back and forth. I pushed one hand against his chest with enough force to try to move him.
He wasn’t budging.
I wiggled, the rush of need unlike anything I’d experienced with him before. Surprise kept me on edge, enjoying how different he could be even from the day before. He was finally exploring, refusing to buy into the statement I’d made about keeping this platonic. That was out the window.
A smile erupted from my lips, a soft laugh as he ran his thumb down the seam of my swollen pussy lips.
I’d never experienced excitement like this in my life, an unforgiving moment where I was allowing someone to take full control.
But here I was enjoying every moment of feeling safe enough to let go.
“What’s so funny, Dog Doctor?”
“Oh, nothing.”
He swirled his finger around my clit, pinching the tender tissue. “Tell me.”
I shook my head in response.
“Tell me.” His voice was deeper, darker.
“Not a chance.” My voice was barely audible from the extreme pleasure.
“Mmm… A very naughty girl. I can deal with that.” He was so strong, so huge and muscular that when he put his mind to something, nothing could stop him. He spun me around, lifting me inches off the floor at the same time. I had no idea what he was doing, nor did I care.
I should have anticipated his evil plans when I heard noises, but I was too lost in the decadence he’d offered. When he cracked something across my bottom, I shrieked sharply, laughing immediately afterward.
He chuckled in a dark, demanding way as he showed me the implement in his hand. A spatula. Of all things. He was spanking me with a kitchen tool.
I had the palms of my hands on the counter, tossing my head back when he cracked the heavy plastic against my backside once again.
The moment was jarring, enough that my second cry was nothing but a strangled sound.
Blinking, I still couldn’t react fast enough before he smacked my buttocks four times, the rhythm of moving from side to side perfect.
“Fuck,” I managed, panting as I finally pushed up from the counter.
“This is exactly what you need to calm you down.” Three more were brought down. I could swear each one was harsher than the last.
“I don’t need to be calmed down.”
Two more, both on my sit spot. “Evidently, you do.”
Just as I threw my head over my shoulder, he began the spanking in earnest, taking his time to cover every inch of my bottom with the spatula. Knowing I wasn’t going anywhere didn’t mean I wasn’t interested in pushing the boundaries.
Which I did.
Along with trying just once to escape.
Which didn’t work.