THE MITUS TOUCH: Book One of The Touch Series Page 8

  Opening the refrigerator, he pulled out a tiramisu log cake. “This is going to be a sweet, creamy delight.” He dragged his tongue over his lower lip.

  Oh, God. Her insides quivered. They held eye contact for an extra second before he set the dessert on the table. While he sliced two pieces and placed them on dessert plates, she opened cupboards.

  “Let me help.” As he stepped behind her, he opened an adjacent cupboard then pressed against her backside. The weight of his body stirred her insides. Though he set the glasses on the counter, he didn’t move away. Gulping down a breath, she turned around and peered into his eyes.

  So close. So handsome. So wrong.

  His rapid breathing blew wisps of her hair. Though desperate to kiss him, she would make him work for everything. “My, what a deep voice you have,” she said.

  Up went his eyebrows. “Thank you, I think.” She waited for him to step back. He didn’t.

  Closer still, and so deliciously tempting.

  “Your eyes are filled with tiny yellow flecks, like glittering stars,” he murmured.

  Her insides pulsed from the vibration of his hushed voice.

  “They’re beautiful.” His lips parted.

  Glancing at his mouth, she dragged air into her lungs and placed her hands on his shoulders. “My, what big eyes you have.”

  He chortled as she nudged him back. With glasses in hand, she sauntered to the refrigerator. Her hips swished left, right, left, right.

  “I should have known you weren’t complimenting me,” he said.

  “You’ll catch on.”

  Awareness lit up his midnight eyes. “All the better to see you with.” He set forks on the table.

  She opened the refrigerator door and pulled out a bottle of sparkling water. Feeling his eyes on her, she placed the items on the table and sat, then lifted her gaze to face him. Sitting catty-corner, he scooped tiramisu onto the fork and offered it to her. She placed her hands over his and guided the utensil into her mouth. When the sugary dessert flooded her taste buds, she closed her eyes and moaned.

  “You are beyond beautiful.”

  On a flutter, she opened them and held his piercing gaze. “My, my, what big hands you have.” Her voice dropped an octave, her breath coming fast. She ran her fingers over his hands. Big, strong, and sexy. She imagined him fondling her breasts, caressing her ass, stroking her back, their lustful bodies locked in a rhythmic dance.

  “All the better to touch you with.” He scooted his chair closer. Only inches away.

  Every fiber, each nerve sizzled with anticipation. Scarcely breathing, she broke eye contact, refusing to make this easy for him. Women fell at his feet, but she would not. She scooped a heaping piece of tiramisu onto her fork. “Open.”

  He hesitated.

  “Don’t you want a taste?”

  With a gleam in his eyes, he opened his mouth.

  She slipped the fork inside, depositing the yummy treat. “My, what big teeth you have.” His raw stare sent torturous jolts of sexual energy crashing through her. And she hadn’t even kissed him yet.

  “I don’t know if you’re smarter than you are beautiful or vice versa.” His throaty whisper was filled with raw desire.

  With a racing heart, she waited. The wall clock thundered in her ears. Tick tock tick tock. “Don’t you want to finish the bedtime story?” Her voice quivered. She could barely contain herself.

  “More than you know.”

  “Then say it.”

  “Why should I?”

  “By your own admission, you’re the big, bad wolf.”

  He gave her a toothy grin. “Indeed I am.”

  She leaned close. “Say it, Colton.”

  “All the better to eat you with, my dear.”

  12

  Take Me

  Brigit whimpered as Colton cradled her face and kissed her.

  Erotic. Provocative. Electric.

  Instead of deepening the kiss, he pulled away, leaving her aching for more. Drawing in a jagged breath, she opened her eyes to find him gazing into them, his hands still cupping her cheek.

  “Your lips were made for kissing.” Releasing her face, he murmured, “I need to show you something.”

  She sucked down a sharp breath. That tender kiss had been nothing like she’d anticipated. But the enemy had stepped into her web and she had no intention of releasing him anytime soon. “I’ll bet you do.” Brigit cleared the table. Walking away seemed ludicrous, but she was having too much fun toying with him.

  Clasping her hand, he led her into the living room. Was he trying to throw her off balance with his charm? Well, it was working. Unlike the mansion, this furniture was simple, like a cozy country cabin. He clicked a remote and the gas fireplace roared with life.

  “You brought me in here to show me your fireplace remote,” she said. “Golly day, you can use technology.”

  Smirking, he shook his head. “You’re a handful. Just sit down. I want you to review a document.”

  Her mouth dried up. Had he learned she was about to become the majority shareholder of the Francesco Company? Did he bring her here to interrogate her? Thumbing her bracelet, she blurted, “Isn’t it a little late to be working?”

  “It’s not work, it’s personal.”

  Ohmygod, he knows. “Let me grab my drink. Would you like yours?” Before he had a chance to answer, she was in the kitchen chugging her water. Not even slow, deep breaths could calm her palpitating heart. Unprepared for what to expect, she returned to the living room.

  Looking relaxed and so damn sexy, he’d removed his shoes. She fought a smile. Somehow seeing his socked feet made him human, almost. “Getting comfy, are we?” She eased next to him on the espresso brown couch and braced for the worst.

  In silence, he fiddled with his phone, then handed it to her. With a furrowed brow, she navigated around the document. It appeared to be his medical report dated that week. She breathed. “Was that the kiss of death?”

  “Read it.”

  Colton Mitus was a healthy, cootie-free thirty-three-year-old, weighing a little over two hundred pounds on a six foot two inch frame. Good God, he’s perfect.

  “Is this also part of the interview process?” She handed him his phone and their fingers brushed, the sparks running rampant through her. Though hungry to pull him into an embrace and ravage him, she dropped her hands in her lap and threaded her fingers.

  His chest rose and fell as he studied her face. “I wanted you to…never mind.” His cheeks turned light pink. “I’ll take you back to the main house.”

  Colton Mitus with rosy cheeks was her green light. She imagined his flushed face while he thrust again and again, his hardness rooted deep inside her. “Okay. Thank you for the tiramisu and for the treat following. They were both yummy.”

  She rose and sashayed toward the front door. Before she’d fully realized what had happened, he’d pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Long. Ardent. Strong.

  Oh, God. Yes, yes, yes. Her panties dampened.

  He slowed the kiss until it came to an end. They opened their eyes, but neither moved. Colton anchored one arm around her waist while the other caressed her back. Slow, hypnotic strokes, up and down. All she could hear was his breathing, hard and strong in her ears.

  Trapped again. And she loved it.

  With her palms pressed against his solid chest, she slid her hands up to his shoulders. Broad. Hard. Glorious. Her nipples hardened and her insides burned with unrelenting desire. On a muffled moan, she leaned up and kissed him. The sensation of his soft lips sent blood whooshing through her veins. And then he deepened the kiss. His tongue tangled with hers, back and forth, around and around. His erection jutted against her belly. Her primed body grew wet with need.

  The kiss continued. Time became meaningless. Gasping for breath, she pulled away and stared into his eyes.

  Then, he cradled her in his arms and carried her into the kitchen, set her down on the center island and pulled a remote from a drawer.<
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  “I don’t know if I’m more aroused from that kiss or from the fact that you’ve been holding out on me,” she said. “You’ve used two pieces of electronics in the last two minutes.”

  “What are you doing to me?” He grabbed her shoulders and kissed her again, his tongue pushing past her lips. Fast, tempestuous strokes that showed no mercy. She released a series of muffled, throaty whimpers.

  He kissed her harder still, then abruptly stopped, his chest rising and falling as he dragged air into his lungs. “I showed you my medical report because I needed you to know I’m clean.” His eyes turned dark, and he clenched his teeth, his jaw muscles tightening. Power and lust poured from him. “You will work for me, Brigit. And tonight, you’ll stay here with me.”

  One guilt-free night with the enemy.

  “I’m not working for you. But staying here?” A smile flitted across her face. “Now that has potential.”

  A quick tap on the remote and jazz floated all around them. Lifting her as if she weighed no more than a feather, he carried her down the hallway to the master bedroom. The soft light of the table lamp illuminated the four-poster bed, its linens turned back and the pillows plumped.

  “Hmm, that’s a shame,” she murmured.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “No fancy chocolates on the pillows.”

  A smile ghosted across his lips. “Candy isn’t what you need.”

  “You are quite presumptuous. Trust me on this one. You have no idea what I need.”

  “Then educate me.”

  His husky voice and possessive gaze stilled her. Still cradling her in his arms, he kicked the door closed with his heel, then set her down. Standing behind her, he pressed his hands on her tummy and nuzzled close. Everything above and below begged for his touch. Everything.

  When he nibbled her earlobe she grew dizzy with need. Slow. Rhythmic. Erotic. She closed her eyes and leaned back against his granite chest. As he left a trail of smoldering kisses down her exposed neck, he whispered, “You’re so delicious I could devour you whole.”

  Ohmygod, yes.

  She stood on rubber legs. His raw words confirmed the all-consuming desire that had turned her sexually amped body into a fiery ball of need. She sucked in a harsh breath and his virile scent filled her lungs. And then she felt his straining erection pressing against her buttocks.

  Turning to face him, she peered into his eyes. This was it and she was ready.

  He kissed her again and she couldn’t hold back. Opening her mouth, she pushed her tongue past his lips and connected with his. Powerful kisses that were soft and worshipful one minute and impassioned and fervent the next. She needed their clothing gone so she could touch every inch of him and feel his hands stroking her tingling skin.

  While still kissing her, he reached behind to unzip her gown, but halfway down, the zipper stuck. He stopped the kiss and her eyes popped open. Ruthless, cocky Colton Mitus had the cutest look on his face. “I’ve exceeded my skill level.”

  “Oh, well. We tried.” After a pregnant pause, she gave him a playful smile, then turned around so he could unzip her.

  The gown fell away, leaving her dressed in black lace panties and stilettos. “Fortunately for you, I don’t give up,” he whispered then kissed her shoulder.

  She whirled to face him. “Me?”

  He was smiling. The enemy has a sense of humor. “I’m the lucky one,” he murmured.

  Rather than ravage her, he stepped back. His gaze floated over her bare breasts and plumped nipples, her abdomen, her tiny black panties, and her legs. As if he had all the time in the world, he retraced his steps until their eyes met. Her throbbing clit ached for his touch, her core slick with desire.

  “I could stare at your beauty all day.”

  Maybe that was a line and the man didn’t have an ounce of decency in him. But this night was all about her carnal needs, so she shot him an appreciative little smile. She untied his colorful tie and left it dangling. With her eyes locked on his, she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Something she’d been fantasizing about for days.

  His gaze darted to her breasts.

  “Are you waiting for an invitation?”

  “Yes.”

  Was he a gentleman or on his best behavior because he wanted her to work for him? That was irrelevant. Move forward. No regrets.

  Trembling with anticipation, she picked up his hand and traced the outline of her pink areola with his index finger. Her nipple pebbled in his wake. When he moaned, she closed her eyes and pressed his palm over her breast so he could cup her womanly flesh. She wanted him to take her nib into his mouth and suck.

  Arching into his hand, she murmured, “That feels good.”

  Without prompting, he repeated the action on her other breast. Now, the need between her legs was the only thing she could think about. Opening her eyes, she slowly pulled his shirt off his shoulders. He unclasped his cufflinks and the shirt slipped off.

  He’s gorgeous.

  Colton Mitus was masculine perfection. With a delicate touch, she trailed her fingers over his broad, hard shoulders, bulging biceps and defined triceps. Pressing her hands flush against his hard, sculpted pecs, she dragged her fingers through his sprinkling of chest hair. His torso was a glorious slab of granite that nipped in at the hips.

  On a breathy moan, she tongued his pink nipples, one at a time, while loosening his pants. They dropped and she slipped her hands inside his black cotton boxers. As she knelt, she pulled them over his erection and down his legs.

  His massive cock stood proud and ready. With one hand, she cradled his balls and wrapped her fingers around his thick, hard shaft.

  “You feel good,” he said. “I like how you touch me.” His eagerness trickled out and she ran her fingertip over his smooth pink head so that it glistened. His smoldering gaze turned her insides to liquid. He slid his hands into her hair, grabbing fistfuls. “Taste me.”

  It had been years since she’d taken a man into her mouth. She eased his head inside and ran her tongue over the smooth skin.

  He bit out a low, deep groan. “Oh, Brigit.”

  Hearing him say her name triggered a maelstrom of passion. Moaning, she pushed his shaft deeper and sucked. Evil tasted good. It would be easy to unleash her pent-up inhibitions until he exploded in her mouth. But this man didn’t deserve that, so she slowed to a stop and pulled off.

  A far-away drunken look lit up his handsome face. She started to wipe her glistening mouth, but he grasped her hand, pulled her to him, and devoured her in a hungry kiss. With his wet shaft pressed against her belly, she couldn’t wait to take him inside her.

  He knelt in front of her and stared into her eyes. Though captivated by his essence, she liked seeing him on his knees at her feet. With a delicate touch, she fingered the hair from his eyes. As she pulled her hand away, he kissed it. Evil was definitely a charmer.

  His penetrating gaze floated over her breasts. With his warm breath caressing her tummy, he blazed a path of sensual kisses down to her panties. No other man had ever made her feel so unhinged and she quivered from his tender touch.

  Moving at a snail’s pace, he covered her bottom with his large hands and kissed her sweet spot through the lace. As the euphoria consumed her, she kept reminding herself to breathe. Peering into her eyes, his dilated pupils were half hidden behind heavy lids. “My turn.”

  Oh. Yes.

  With one quick tug her panties landed on the floor. He ran his fingers down her thighs, pressed his face to her pubic hair and kissed the hood of her clitoris. She was a mass of explosive nerves and he’d barely touched her. Like a coiled cat, she was ready.

  Nudging her legs apart, he stroked her with his tongue. Long deep licks, light quick flicks. She moaned and tugged his hair.

  “Mmm.” He pinned her with a searing gaze. “Your pearl is perfect.”

  Ohmygod. Her knees wobbled. She thrust her hips toward him and fisted chunks of hair. As he ran his tongue along her opening and over her clit, sh
e started losing control. Chugging in air, she rested her knees against his chest for support.

  He slid two fingers inside her, thrusting in and out while his tongue circled over her tender mound. She groaned, loudly, and gyrated against his face. Tiny yellow stars floated into view, then disappeared when she remembered to breathe.

  “You’re dripping wet and taste so good.”

  At the sound of his hypnotic voice, she opened her eyes. Her juices slicked his mouth. Never having seen anything so sexy, her knees buckled. He grabbed her hips to steady her, then tongued her with fast, hard strokes. Moaning, he thrust his fingers back inside.

  His guttural sounds crashed through her ears. Then everything blurred into a blinding frenzy, the orgasm ripping through her. Crying out, she convulsed wildly against him, surrendering to the pounding waves of ecstasy.

  Slowly, she floated back and opened her eyes. When her gaze found his, he stood and wrapped his arms around her, devouring her in a kiss that went on and on. Boneless, she relaxed into him, unable to support her weight.

  As if she were his, he carefully removed her stilettos, scooped her up, and laid her on the bed. Crawling over her, he smiled. “Nothing snarky?”

  Fighting a grin, she replied, “Not at the moment, but it’s temporary, I assure you.”

  He gave her a lingering kiss, then lay sideways, facing her. “There it is.”

  “There’s what?”

  “A glimpse of your beautiful smile. Well worth my efforts.”

  Though she tried smothering her expression, she couldn’t. As soon as she rolled toward him, he stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers, caressed her shoulder and breasts, then thumbed her engorged nipples. Adrenaline streaked through her. She wanted his mouth locked on her nipples and his hard shaft inside her. And she wanted all of him all night long.

  As his fingers trailed her heated skin, she soaked up his beauty, hoping that, like a camel drinking his fill of water, she would quench her insatiable thirst for him. When their lustful night ended and she was left with only a memory, she could call upon her overflowing reserves.

  With a light hand on her chin, he tilted her face toward his and kissed her. Their tender exchange soon turned ravenous. Panting, he reached into his night table drawer. With the condom packet in hand, he asked, “Do we need this?”