Arresting Desire Page 4

  “I think she did, Doc.” He grinned. He might get to help his brother and have the woman he’d wanted for too damn long.

  “Ashley!” Lucia called out.

  Her friend bopped over and bent, revealing a huge grin spread across her face. “Go have fun.”

  “You’re okay with this, too?” Lucia sounded incredulous.

  “Sure. I don’t need you to hold my hand at Erotics Anonymous. I know exactly what to do.” She wiggled her brows. “We’ll catch up after I get back.”

  Jon searched the room, looking for anyone who might object. Nicki’s husband, Mark, was the only person he spied. “Got anything to say?”

  “Be good to her. She deserves it.”

  Jon nodded. “Absolutely.”

  Lucia squirmed on his shoulder, kicking and grumbling as she tried to get away. He swatted her ass again and headed out of the club, into the hot Vegas night, and right for his rental car.

  “You cannot just carry me out of this club and—just how do you intend to get me to New Jersey? The minute we hit the airport, I’ll scream to every security officer within a hundred-foot radius.”

  “Thanks for the heads-up, Doc. I’ve got a great plan B. In the meantime, you can spend some time discerning how to find the cryptovariable your dad left for you…and thinking about all the ways I’m going to touch you as soon as we find a bed.”

  chapter three

  Lucia crossed her arms over her chest and released a shuddering breath as she watched Jon flip a bunch of knobs and buttons in the little cockpit, powering the little passenger plane down. Icy terror slowly slid out of her bloodstream.

  “You can remove your death grip on the armrests. It’s over.”

  She looked down at her hands and realized they were white with tension and half numb. Letting go, she shook them out. “That scared the hell out of me.”

  “I’m an experienced pilot, Lucia. I got you here in one piece.”

  “I don’t like flying much, and I like little planes even less.”

  “I didn’t intend to scare you. I’m never going to hurt you. You know that, right?” Jon lifted a brow at her, his dark eyes glittering. “I think you’re mostly pissed that I picked you up and carted you away from your birthday party.”

  “I didn’t exactly consent.”

  She’d figured that Jon had balls. A guy would have to in order to work undercover for the FBI in a Mafia sting for over two years. But to pick up a woman in front of her family and friends and all but announce that he intended to take her virginity? He had to be crazy.

  “Sorry. I’m used to fighting criminals, who are rarely polite. My social skills must be rusty.”

  She crossed her arms over her chest. “I want to go back to Vegas. My plane to the Bahamas leaves in the morning.”

  “You’re staying with me, we’re going to solve this riddle, and I’m going to make sure you don’t once regret that or anything else we do this week. Are you hungry?”

  “No.” She winced. God, she sounded petulant. Damn it, she didn’t like how much being near the man and hearing his authoritative voice heated her up, made everything between her thighs throb. She should be furious with his high-handed tactics. And despite what he claimed, she feared that his “desire” was nothing more than a calculated gesture to gain her cooperation for his investigation. She needed to keep that in mind the next time he touched her.

  “Yes, you are.” He turned to her in his pilot’s seat, jaw clenched. “Look, we have serious work to do, but I’m also going to make time for you. I want to make your first time tender and sweet—”

  “You’re assuming I’m saying yes.”

  He shrugged those massive shoulders. “Fair enough. When I have you under me and I’m kissing every inch of your body…well, if you’re not interested, feel free to just say ‘no.’ But if you keep lying to me, I’m going to paddle your ass until you learn to be honest.”

  “You roll that way?” Her heart stuttered at the thought that he might be exactly the sort of man who could fulfill all the kinky fantasies she’d never told anyone.

  Jon raised a brow. “If you’re asking whether I’m dominant, the answer is yes. Not every minute. Not every time I have sex. But generally, yes. Furthermore, I think you’re submissive, and we’re going to get on really well together.”

  Submissive? Yes. She’d figured that out long ago. While she enjoyed all kinds of literature, Lucia had read more than her fair share of erotic romances in the last five years, most BDSM-themed. She already knew that she responded to the idea of a dominant man. But being spanked? She shivered. Yes, his purred threat aroused her. Would the reality excite her as much? Maybe. Either way, she felt compelled to push back. She might be submissive, but she wasn’t a doormat.

  “Go to hell,” she said through clenched teeth. She’d try submitting someday, preferably to a man who wasn’t simply using her and her desires to further his own ends.

  Jon laughed. “Now you’re just being bratty and asking to be punished. And I’m kind of looking forward to it. After years of considering you off-limits, I’m really happy to know that, soon, I’m going to introduce you to every pleasure my filthy mind can think of.”

  The engine of the plane finally ramped down, and Lucia tugged off her seat belt, then darted out of the cockpit until she reached the cabin of the small passenger plane. She stood near the door. “Let me out. I’m taking a taxi to Newark and catching the next flight to the Bahamas.”

  “Don’t you know every time you say that, it’s like waving a red cape in front of an angry bull’s face?” He followed her to the door and opened it, then pressed the lever for the hydraulic stairs to descend. “We’ve had this discussion. You know the answer. And regardless of what you told me, I know your stomach is rumbling. It’s nearly midnight here, so Celeste’s will be closed. We’ll be there when they open the doors for lunch, but until then I’ll find something to sate that hunger before I spend a few hours fulfilling the other.”

  Hours? He assumed they were going to have sex tonight? She wanted to. Her pussy burned and pulsed at the thought of Jon being the first man inside her and giving her pleasure. She’d always wanted him. But if he was really just sleeping with her to help his brother, how pathetic would she be if she let him?

  She whirled on him. “Just drop the pretense. You don’t have to butter me up. If it’s that damn important to you, then I’ll stay and see if anything my father left behind will help your brother. But don’t bother lying about—”

  “Stop.” Jon grabbed her wrist and jerked her closer, then pressed her palm directly on his erection.

  Thick. Long. Hard. Heat shimmered through her, almost flattened her. Lucia struggled to breathe. Her jaw dropped.

  “That feel like I don’t want you, Doc?”

  Oh my God…Finally finding the gumption, she jerked her hand away. Her palm burned. “Can’t guys breathe and get erect? I’m not flattered.”

  Jon laughed, the deep, rich rumble of his voice pinging through her body. She was horrified to realize that her nipples had peaked at the sound. “Basic respiration doesn’t excite me, Doc. Sexy little professors with attitude do. Who sold you a bad bill of goods?”

  “No one.” She marched down the steps, shaking all over and clutching the picture from her father. “I’m aware of my faults. You don’t need to pretend that they don’t exist.”

  Jon didn’t say anything for a long minute. Beside her, he looked as if he was mulling her words over—and like they left a bitter taste in his mouth. “I’m not pretending. There’s not a damn thing wrong with you. Don’t think for a second that men don’t see or want you. Maybe you’ve been dealing with chicken shits who are threatened by your IQ. I don’t know. But I think you’re sexy, and I don’t want to hear you tear yourself down again. Are we clear?”

  She blinked up at him, not even bothering to ask if he was serious. Clearly he was. He thought she was sexy? Really?

  With a decisive nod, as if that settled the issue, he
pulled out his phone and spoke low. She could barely hear him over the wind, but what little she did hear sounded like some code or spyspeak.

  They walked through a deserted terminal, and Lucia was surprised to find herself at a small airport, clearly used only for private planes. Jon took her hand and dragged her through the little building. She begged a moment in the restroom and tried to calm her racing thoughts. As soon as she emerged, he dragged her to the front of the terminal. Magically, a sleek black Lincoln awaited them.

  “That was fast.”

  He shrugged. “It pays to have friends.”

  Without another word, Jon opened her door, and she scooted into the plush interior. He climbed in behind her, planting himself right beside her, his hand on her thigh.

  “Bocelli,” the driver greeted, his blue eyes shining in the rearview mirror.

  “Wade.” Jon nodded. “Good place to stay in town? We’ll be here for a few days, I think.”

  “I got just the thing. Sit back, I’ll have you there in twenty.” He drove into the dark night, making his way out of the little airport and onto a relatively deserted street.

  “With room service?” Jon asked. “She hasn’t eaten yet.”

  “Yeah. Kitchen might be closed, but I’ll hook you up.”

  Jon leaned forward and slapped Wade’s shoulder. “You’re all right, man.”

  “I’ll remember you said that.”

  Laughing, Jon sat back and slung his arm around Lucia, angling her back against his wide chest and between his legs—and brushing his fingers over the swells of her cleavage. “Isn’t she pretty?”

  She held her breath, wishing to hell her skin wasn’t tingling where he touched her. She tried to squirm away from his grazing fingertips, but he clamped his free hand around her thigh and tightened his arm around her shoulders, keeping her in place with a silent command. His fingers caressed her flesh, easing down to the edge of her bra and just beneath the lace. Her breath caught, and wide-eyed, she glanced at Wade, who watched in the rearview mirror. She was frozen except for her suddenly heavy breathing. What the hell was Jon doing?

  “Gorgeous.” Wade’s voice sounded like black silk, low and smooth. “Natural breasts that large are a total turn-on, and her hips…” He hissed. “They were made for gripping during a long, hard fuck.”

  Jon’s hand on her thigh began creeping up, shoving the hem of her dress up as he went. Her mouth fell open, and his fingertips brushing up her thigh left a trail of fire. What was he doing to her?

  “Exactly. Anything about her unattractive?”

  She tried to elbow Jon, but he sat too close to get in a hard blow.

  “Not a damn thing. If you didn’t have your hands all over her and weren’t obviously staking some claim, I’d be asking the pretty thing to spend a little time with me.”

  “Fuck off,” Jon volleyed back with a smile.

  “Message received.” Wade laughed.

  “Could you two not talk about me as if I’m not here?” Lucia asked them.

  But deep down, she was pleased. This was his way of both telling and showing her that she was desirable. The knowledge made her glow.

  “We know you’re here, Doc.” With his grip, Jon nudged her thighs apart. His fingers crept up higher, so close she could feel the heat of his skin on the other side of her rapidly dampening panties. “I like you here.”

  Wildly, Lucia wondered how much Wade could see in the rearview mirror. And why his eyes on the two of them turned her on. She swallowed hard.

  Jon breathed along the side of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine and a starburst of tingles along her skin. Heat flared through her flesh. Her will began to crumble. Unconsciously, she let her head fall to the side, giving him more access to her throat.

  “That’s it, Doc,” he whispered. “God, you smell good. I can’t wait to get you alone. I’m going to spend half the night figuring out every way to make you come with my mouth. The other half I’m going to spend inside you.”

  She whimpered at his words. Her sex clenched, wept, ached. Everything he said dug inside her and tore down more of her defenses. His hand crept higher still on her thigh, almost…there. Would he go even higher, actually touch her? Would he feel how wet she was? She held her breath.

  “Lucia, look at me,” he demanded in a whisper, leaning around her side to make that possible.

  With heavy lids, she opened her eyes and turned slowly, looking at the fierce passion stamped across his face. Her body flushed hot, bloomed open for him.

  He was right when he said she wanted to give herself to him. Until she’d looked at him, she’d never known the ache to have a man. Jon had left her—but the need never had. Having him back here only ramped up the desire again.

  She couldn’t wait to feel him, to have his hands on her. Lucia arched, purposely pressing the secret, untouched part of her against his fingers and crying out at the electric touch that revved up her body.

  Jon cupped her mound possessively, pressing his fingers in slow circles over her. “You’re wet, Doc.”

  God, he could feel her through her panties. Lucia closed her eyes. “Yes.”

  “And so hot. Is this pussy mine?”

  She gasped, trembling, trying to find the words to answer. She had no experience with desire, with anything this overwhelming. Sensation drowned her mind, and for the first time in her life, Lucia felt only her body, her pleasure, and it was a revelation. Unlike the rest of her life, she didn’t analyze it, she just let events unfold. There was no doubt in her mind that Jon Bocelli was going to be her first lover—and that no other man would ever measure up.

  “Lucia? Look at me.” As her eyes fluttered open again, she realized that she didn’t remember shutting them. Now she sensed Wade’s gaze on them through the mirror, but it was Jon’s dark, commanding stare that captured her. With a glance, he caressed her mouth, then settled on her eyes. “You look beautiful. C’mon, Doc. Give me what I want. Tell me, is this pussy mine?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “Good girl. I’m going to need more of it. More of you,” he whispered against her neck, making her shiver once more. “Lift your back away from me.”

  Lucia didn’t stop to think, she just complied. It was as if all her inhibitions and worries went out the window. Jon had told her how he felt, had even shown her she was desirable. He still wanted her, even when she offered to help him with his brother. He told her what he wanted; she didn’t have to wonder if she was doing anything wrong or displeasing him. With him, pleasure was as simple as breathing. It was also deep as an ocean, and its currents just kept pulling her under and under to the dark place where her body throbbed and waited and ached only for him.

  When she eased away from him, he removed his hand from her mound, and she mewled a protest.

  “Shh. Patience, Doc.” He smiled softly as he unzipped her little black dress down the back, all the way to her hips. The black fabric slithered apart. Jon pushed it off her shoulders, revealing her black lacy bra. Cold air hit her overheated skin and was almost welcome. It made her nipples even harder.

  “Fuck, that’s pretty, Doc. Know how many fantasies I’ve had about you?” he growled in her ear.

  Stunned, she shook her head. He’d thought of her?

  “I’ll bet even you can’t count that high.” He smiled. “Want my hand back on your pussy?”

  “Yes,” she panted.

  “I do, too. Take your bra off for me, and I’ll touch you again.”

  Would he touch her breasts? Lick them? Suck her nipples? Or just stare with that inscrutable, intense stare? She wanted any of those, all of those, but…

  Lucia flicked her gaze to the rearview mirror and whispered, “What about him?”

  “You want him to watch?”

  At first she’d found it arousing. Now…Lucia bit her lip. “No. I want to be with just you.”

  “Good answer.” Jon flicked a button, and up went a privacy partition of darkly tinted glass.

  L
ucia caught one last regretful blue-eyed stare in that glass before the partition closed completely, leaving her alone with Jon. She trembled. Now she was completely at Jon’s mercy, totally under his spell—and she didn’t want to be anywhere else.

  Slowly, she angled toward him, then reached behind her and unclasped her bra. As she pulled it away from her body, her heavy breasts spilled out, nipples dark and taut. As Jon shoved it in his coat pocket with a grin, his rapt gaze immediately fell there, and he caressed the side of her breast, his thumb swiping across her nipple.

  Lucia froze as pleasure rushed her. She gasped, arched—a silent plea for more.

  “Sensitive nipples. Hmm…” He thumbed the little bud again, a slow, calculated swipe back and forth.

  “Yes.” She could hear her own voice trembling, her desire dripping in her breathy tone.

  “You’re not getting that bra back until I say so.” He kissed her shoulder, nipped at her earlobe. “I’ve got all night with you, and I think it’s a safe bet that you won’t see it again until tomorrow, Doc.”

  He intended to keep her naked all night? She swallowed. The idea should alarm her. With big breasts, she rarely went without a bra. She usually slept with one, in fact, for the support. But the idea of being bare and available for Jon turned her on even more. She nodded.

  “Good. Now give me your panties. You don’t need them, either.”

  Reach up under her dress and remove the only barrier between him and her wet sex? Give him total access…Lucia stopped thinking after that realization. She wriggled her hips and lifted her skirt, catching the bottom of her little black panties and pulling them down.

  The second the fabric cleared the hem of her dress, Jon took over, yanking the panties down her thighs, over her knees, until he tugged them off her completely. He gripped them in his fist with a triumphant smile. “These are soaking, Doc. You’re wet for me.”

  How could she deny it? “Yes.”

  “I’m going to take advantage of that.” He pressed a long, lingering kiss to her lips, dipping inside for a languorous tasting that melted her all over again.