How's that for a sexy dom? hehehe..:)
Below is an excerpt. Hope you enjoy the sneak peek.
With a trunk full of clothes and a tank full of gas, she thought a little fast driving might help to undo her tension. The light turned red, and she hit the brakes, bringing the car to a quick stop. She braced her hands against the wheel and giggled slightly as she slammed back into the driver’s seat as her Camero came to a hard stop.
A car pulled up beside her, and she glanced over at the sleek, black Jag convertible. Her gaze met the man behind the steering wheel, and she gasped, shocked at the amber eyes staring back at her over the rim of his sunglasses. “Master Delacroix,” she said, surprised she could even find her voice. “Are you following me?”
“You bet your ass,” he drawled. His deep voice and sexy grin made her insides quiver. He pushed his glassed back up his nose. “That car is hard to miss. Meet me at Starbucks two lights down on the right.”
Before she could answer, the light turned green, and he sped away, leaving her staring after him like an idiot. The car behind her honked their horn, and she quickly hit the gas, taking off after Nathan.
What were the odds of meeting him like this? Low, that’s what. Peter would swear it was fate. Connelly was a little more cautious as well as a lot more skeptical.
She pulled into the parking lot next to him and watched as he climbed from his car with a grace that made her swallow a lump of lust. Black hair with hints of red, black slacks, white shirt, and a striped tie loosened at the neck added to his overall sex appeal and made her want to swoon.
A warm breeze blew, ruffling the unruly waves of his hair. She had an insane desire to run her fingers through it to straighten it out.
Pulling herself together, she opened her door and stepped out. “You’re awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you?” she said as he walked closer.
One side of his mouth lifted, but his eyes were still hidden behind his glasses. A well-groomed, close-shaved beard and mustache covered his jaw and framed a mouth that could kiss like the devil. God, he looked so good.
“All you had to do, Connelly, was say no.”
She opened her mouth, prepared to tell him he didn’t give her a chance, then changed her mind. She wasn’t really angry with him, just shocked to see him. Especially after she’d been fantasizing about him most of the morning.
A blush covered her cheeks, and she quickly brushed past him to head inside. Thank God it was hot and she could blame her red cheeks on the heat. She could’ve sworn she heard his soft chuckle behind her but chose to ignore it as they headed inside the crowded coffee shop.
She stepped up to the counter and ordered, “A tall no fat white chocolate mocha, not whip cream please.”
“Yes, ma’am. Name?”
“And you sir?” the cashier asked.
Connelly didn’t miss the appreciative stare or the way the young girl batted her eyelashes. Pursing her lips, she dropped her stare to the counter to hide her amused grin.
“I’ll have a tall, double shot Mocha with all the bad stuff,” Nathan replied.
“Name?” the young girl asked prettily.
“Nathan,” she repeated and smiled.
Wow, Connelly thought. Nothing like just openly flirting with the guy like she wasn’t even there. But then she was used to that. Most pretty girls found it hard to believe she would be with someone who looked like Nathan did.
“Thank you,” Nathan said as he handed the girl his credit card with one hand and placed his other on Connelly’s upper back, rubbing her affectionately.
Apparently young pretty girl got the hint, and her smile faded somewhat as she ran his card. Connelly again had to bite her lip to keep from grinning. Yeah, it was childish, but it still felt good.
She and Nathan moved down the counter to wait for their drinks.
“Thank you for all the help on the bad guy. Your suggestions were perfect,” Connelly said.
Nathan gave her a smile before turning and grabbing their drinks from the counter. He nodded toward an empty table in the corner. Connelly followed.
“I’m glad I could help. I’m not sure you needed it, though. You’ve written some very good bad guys over years.”
“Bad guys are easy,” she said as she took the seat next to him. “I was really surprised to see you here. What are you doing on this end of town?”
“I had a meeting with a realtor. I’m selling my downtown condo.”
Connelly nodded. That must’ve set him back a pretty penny, but she doubted Nathan worried too much about money.
“I’m actually glad I ran across you,” he said.
She took a sip of her coffee in an attempt to slow her beating heart, not that caffeine would help that any. “Why?” she asked, then inwardly cringed. That sounded so bad.
“I’m having a small pool party this Thursday night. It’s a party separate from the club festivities. It’s much smaller, more intimate. I thought you might be interested in attending.”
Oh, boy was she.
In an effort to appear nonchalant, she shrugged one shoulder. “It would be good, you know, for more writing material, but…”
Nathan felt the struggle inside her. She wanted to come, but something held her back. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. It wasn’t insecurity; it was more a wariness.
“Did the club frighten you the other night?” he asked, although he knew it hadn’t, but maybe by asking questions, whatever thoughts were eluding him would surface.
She snorted. Nathan couldn’t help but grin at the horrified look that briefly crossed her face. She obviously hadn’t meant to make that sound. He found her adorable, especially today with her curls windswept and her cheeks flushed pink. She dressed simply in a pair of jeans and an Atlanta Braves jersey.
Was she a baseball fan like him?
“The club didn’t frighten me,” she said softly. “Just…”
There it was. It wasn’t the club she was afraid of. It was him and her reaction to his touch.
“If you came, would you prefer to play with another Dom?” he asked.
She licked her lips and lifted her cup to take another sip in an obvious attempt to stall.
“You have to be honest with me, Connelly. Especially if you want to play at the club.”
“No, I don’t want…” She took a breath before continuing. “I don’t want to play with another Dom.”
“But you’re not sure you want to continue to play with me either.”
She frowned. “How the hell do you do that?”
Nathan chuckled as several people turned to stare at them in curiosity. Connelly noticed them, and her cheeks flamed deep red. “It’s part of being a good Dom.”
“It’s incredibly unnerving,” she snarled in a lower voice. “Can I think about it?”
“Of course you can,” he replied.
“Is your brother still in town?” she asked.
Nathan raised an eyebrow.
“I was just curious. I’m not asking because I want to play with him.”
Nathan’s lips twitched. What was it about her that made him want to get closer? He reached out and touched her arm with the tips of his fingers and slowly drew them along her flesh. Goose bumps rose under his touch as he answered her. “Daniel is still here. He wants to learn more about BDSM and being a Dom. You apparently intrigued him.”
Connelly glanced down at her arm but didn’t move it. She licked her lips in what Nathan perceived as a nervous reaction, especially when he felt the lust radiating off her in waves. If they were somewhere private, he would’ve already had her bent over the table and buried balls-deep inside her. He would bet she was wet and if not for the crowded coffee shop, would touch between her legs to feel for himself. He was tempted to do it anyway. It wouldn’t be the first time.
“Was it me or just the atmosphere?” she asked, and Nathan had to really focus to remember what they’d been talking about.
“Maybe a little of both,” he said as he slowly drew his fingers along her forearm.
The longer he sat here, the more he wanted to touch her, taste her. What would she think if he turned Dom and ordered her into the restroom? Would she run? Would she obey?
He leaned over and slowly inhaled her scent. She reminded him of warm sunshine, vanilla, and coffee. For the first time in years, he felt his control slipping.
“What is this party like?” she asked.
He moved closer and kept his voice low. “We barbeque, play pool games.” His lips twitched as her sultry gaze met his. “We fuck on the patio furniture.”
“So an orgy,” she whispered.
He could see her rapid pulse throbbing in her neck, see the quick rise and fall of her breathing. She wanted him right now as much as he wanted her.
“Some people might call it that.”
She backed up a little, sitting straighter in her chair. “We probably shouldn’t be talking about this here.”
He grinned and put his hand high on her thigh, very close to her pussy. He watched her swallow, her cheeks get red, her eyes turn smoky blue.
“Talking about it is probably a better alternative than actually doing what I would like to.”
“And what’s that?” she asked in a strained voice.
He lifted his hand and grabbed her jersey between her breasts. With a tug, he pulled her toward him so he could whisper in her ear. “Right now, I don’t want to wait for the party. Right now, I want to order you into that restroom, rip your pants off, and fuck you.”
“You are a very bad man, Mister Delacroix,” she whispered.
Nathan grinned. “That’s Master.”
He discreetly rubbed his pinky across her nipple. He could feel it harden beneath her bra, just like his cock had hardened in his pants.
“You wouldn’t,” she breathed.
He could hear words coming through his head. Please. Fuck. Now. No. She fought a battle with herself. Part of her wanting to do it. Part of her scared to death. He actually liked that warring part of her. He could chase her, seduce her, maybe even frighten her a little. Is that what had him so hot for her right now?
Nathan grinned. “Wouldn’t what? Order you in there. Bend you over the sink.” He blew softly in her ear and didn’t miss the shudder that moved through her body. “I’m not a small man, so it would hurt a little at first, especially to a woman who hadn’t been fucked in a while. But you would take it. Every inch.” He flicked his pinky over her nipple again and smiled at her sudden intake of breath. “I would take you hard and deep. The head of my thick cock would bump your cervix, making you tremble.”
Connelly swallowed, and her breathing increased.
“You would whimper and moan, begging for more. I’d slap that delectable ass so hard you cry out”
“Nath-Nathan,” she sputtered. “Umm.”