Chapter Three
The vanilla girl could kiss, though Kyler suspected Ella wasn’t so vanilla after all. Need swept through him as he cupped her warm cheeks and stared into her pretty eyes filled with a need, reaching into him on a level only another Dom could understand.
Hold me. Care for me. Take me higher.
Ella’s desires were a song in his ears and pounded his rock-hard cock. Pure, dominant want. Her sensual reactions made him crave things he shouldn’t want with a vanilla woman, because he had no idea if she could give him what he needed. He brushed his thumbs over her cheeks and she leaned in to his touch, curtaining her hair over her face.
When he had danced with her earlier, he’d noticed her scar. To him, it became clear she was sensitive about it. He traced the long mark with the tip of his finger. “What caused this?”
She lowered her chin, avoiding his gaze. “A table became my arch nemesis.”
He tucked a finger under her chin, commanding her attention. By her guarded look, he assumed there was more to the story. “You’re a beautiful woman, Ella, scar included.”
Her gaze softened with her sweet smile, and it spoke to the Dominant in him. Knowing he’d made her feel better about it eased the tightness in his chest. Maybe the scar did make her insecure, but he wore scars from his life.
A scar couldn’t detract from her beauty.
Ella was lovely.
Her breath was raspy, indicating her arousal. Whether because of his presence or because she hadn’t been touched by a man in a while, Kyler wouldn’t make assumptions. But under her heated look, his cock swelled.
Some women hid arousal; Ella most definitely did not. There wasn’t a single coy bone in her body, he’d bet. Her cheeks flushed brightly and her eyes widened, emphasizing large, dark pupils.
Though all the same, Aidan’s warning rushed through Kyler’s mind. He wouldn’t be a good Dom if he didn’t pay attention to the sadness in Ella’s soul. It lay glaringly obvious in her expression.
Yet he also couldn’t, wouldn’t, deny his pull toward her.
Chemistry didn’t happen often. The passion in Ella was palpable. He yearned to find a home deep inside her. Craved to dive into her, take her over while looking into those expressive eyes. Still he paused, knowing she had a working relationship with Aidan. He couldn’t fuck this girl and walk away. But he was slowly coming to the realization he might not want to walk away.
Something about her …
A strong connection burned fiercely between them, one Kyler wouldn’t dare refuse. He wasn’t a fool when it came to passion. Since his last steady relationship had ended four years ago, no woman had heated so impressively under his touch. He’d had women, but none like Ella. He wanted to explore why she roused things in him he’d never felt before.
Sliding his finger down the front of her neck, he stopped at the top of her sweetheart neckline. “If I touched you here, would you stop me?”
Her breath, scented of wine, rushed from her lungs, brushing across his face. “No.”
“What if I touched here?” He dragged his fingers up her thigh. “Would I find that you’re ready for me?”
“Yes.” She shivered.
Erasing the distance between them, he dragged his nose down her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of lilacs. “I want you, Ella. I want to touch you right here, right now.” Boldly, he reached for her hand and placed it on his engorged cock. “Do you feel how much I want you?”
Her eyes became hooded, and she whispered, “Yes.”
He tangled his fingers into her hair and groaned when she rubbed her hand across his erection. He kissed her neck, licking over her hammering pulse. “Tell me to stop and I will.” At her silence, he closed his fist in her hair, tugging gently. She gasped, and that feminine noise shot straight to his groin. “Tell me.”
Her cheeks flushed and lips parted, all but begging for his mouth. “Don’t stop.”
Of course he had suspected she’d say yes, but how compatible were they? He didn’t mind vanilla sex, but he loved kink. Unless she did, too, and out of respect for Aidan, he wouldn’t proceed past these simple touches. “You want me to touch you right here on the boat dock?”
She tensed. “What if someone sees us?”
“What if they do? Would that bother you?” He tugged on the strands of her hair, keeping her under his command. “Or would that excite you? Would it turn you on to know there are others close by and they might see us?”
Her face flushed deep in color, but her gaze screamed yes at him. “Possibly.”
“Ah, I like that answer.” He yanked his feet out of the water and shifted backward to rest his legs on the dock, and then he pulled her onto his lap.