Page 86 of Trap ’N’ Trace

Finally, he hooked her panties aside and plunged two fingers deep inside her. She arched against him, pushing him deeper as she rode his hand.

“Oh yes,” she whispered. God, yes. Beyond those simple words, she had no more thought, only feeling. Incredible, wondrous feelings as he pumped her pussy, swirling his thumb over and around her clit.

With his free hand, he tugged the bodice of her dress down and fastened his mouth and teeth on her nipple. She bit back a cry as a piercing stab of pleasure shot to her breast.

He suckled and nipped, flicking the tight nub back and forth with the tip of his tongue. Her breath hitched, and her chest heaved. She moaned as the orgasm pulsing low in her womb pushed her closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me, Kat,” he said around her nipple. “Let it go, sweetheart.”

It was the sweetheart that did it.

Bright lights shimmered behind her eyelids. Dayne smothered her cry with his lips on hers, swallowing her moans.

She came hard around his fingers, clenching and spasming as wave after wave rocked her body, leaving her trembling in his arms. As she floated back down to earth, the boldness of what had just happened hit her. I just had an orgasm. In a limousine. No one ever told her how hot it could be, or how deliciously, dangerously sexy it was.

Kat nearly whimpered when he withdrew his fingers from her wet, sensitive pussy and tugged her dress back into place.

“That was beautiful. So beautiful.” He slipped the same two fingers he’d just fucked her with into his mouth, sucking them then licking his lips. His lids lowered, and the look he gave her was so carnal, so erotic she had to look away.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” He stroked her cheek. “Not everyone can let themselves go and just feel. After everything that’s happened to you in the last two weeks, you needed that.”

She had needed it, but the things he’d made her feel, physically and emotionally were so…personal. They shared a connection that went deeper than sex. At least, she hoped they did.

He pulled her head to his chest, cradling her to him. Being around this man was a roller-coaster ride of emotion, sensation, and lustful cravings.

His heart beat strong and steady beneath her cheek. She gave in to the rock and sway of the limo, closing her eyes, completely drained from the night’s double adrenaline rush.

“Kat,” he murmured. “Wake up.” Wake up? Until that moment, she hadn’t realized she’d fallen asleep. “We’re home.”

Home. She liked it when he referred to the castle as home, as if it were their home. The thought was there, twinkling like a star in the dark heavens.

“What time is it?”

“Midnight.” He lifted her easily, settling her on the seat beside him before tucking his shirt back into his slacks and straightening his cummerbund.

Now that their erotic moment had passed, would her coach turn into a pumpkin? Would Dayne turn into a goose, a lizard, or a field mouse? As far as the menagerie went, he was still there, still as devastatingly handsome as ever and looking at her just as hotly as before.

He dropped a quick kiss on her lips. “Let’s go to bed.”

Renewed awareness throbbed between her legs and she smiled. “I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

They walked hand in hand to the door, passing Kade’s SUV.

“I asked them to stick around and keep an eye on the place while we were out.” Dayne nodded to the guard, whom she didn’t recognize and who looked decidedly younger than the previous guards.

The second Dayne opened the door they were beset by two wildly happy, tail-thumping, furry beasts. Remy and Angus.

“’Bout time you two kids got home.” Kade didn’t look up from where he knelt on the floor, tossing some tools into a plastic toolbox. “We tweaked the system a little more. Ain’t no one getting in here without—” He broke off, staring wide-eyed at Dayne.

Angus bit into his chew toy and tossed it at Kat’s feet. Remy leaned against Dayne’s thigh, gazing up at him adoringly.

Markus joined them, arching a dark brow. “We just had the dogs outside. You should be, uh, uninterrupted for the rest of the night.”

“Duuude,” Jaime said, drawing out the word in a suggestive tone. “Pink looks good on you.”

Pink?

“And that’s our cue to leave.” Kade snapped the toolbox lid shut then stood. “C’mon boys. Let’s get a beer. I’m buying.”