First Kiss (Emma's Arabian Nights, #1) Read Free

filled her. For a moment, she swore she could feel the pillow-like press of his mouth against hers and knew exactly the kind of pleasure that would come from his kiss.
    In an effort to distract herself, she tried to build a mental profile of her potential client. Knowing her client went a long, long way towards figuring out what he needed, and her attention to detail made her one of the most sought after Dommes at Kiss of Blue. For some men it was only the pain of punishment, for others it was the chance to fulfill a sexual need, and for some it was a bone-deep need to serve.
    The urge to lick along his lips came again and she swore she could taste him.
    No. Bad Dominatrix. Focus.
    Ryan was probably in his late twenties or early thirties, perhaps even around her age, and he had the confidence of an experienced man. Once again, he looked up and his gaze immediately sought hers. When he continued to stare at her, she raised a brow while mentally smacking herself to get her head into the game. First impressions with a submissive, particularly male submissives, were important. Men were like baby ducks in that they tended to immediately imprint on a woman, so their initial interaction needed to be a good one, especially if he was the kind of sub who needed a firm hand.
    She drew in a breath. “I understand you wanted to talk to me?”
    “Yes.” His gaze moved to her mouth and she had to resist the urge to lick her lips.
    “And?”
    “Uh.” He looked down and back up. “You should give me a chance.”
    “A chance at what?”
    “You know, to…ummm….that is….damnit.”
    Holding back a laugh at watching this big, manly man get all flustered was difficult.
    A slight flush colored his tanned cheeks and he looked down at his desk again. “Shit. I had this whole speech prepared about why you should give me a chance, but one look at you and I’ve lost the ability to read.”
    “You had a speech ready?”
    “Well yeah. I mean you’re amazing and I know my chances of getting you to come to my house are like slim to none, but…I don’t know. Fuck. This is not how I imagined this going.” 
    “And how did you imagine it?” Her voice came out a little breathier than usual as she found herself oddly charmed by his obvious unease.
    His deep chuckle brought a flush to her cheeks and she was baffled at her crazy strong reaction to this man. “Well, I was hoping to woo you and sweep you off your feet. Instead, you’ve got me babbling like a high school kid after his first real kiss.”
    The intent look he gave her made her feel like she was missing something, but for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out what. She appreciated his honesty and decided to ease up on him a bit. “You were quite adamant about seeing me instead of some of our other Dommes. Why?”
    When he looked back up the complete honesty in his gaze stroked against her soul. “Because you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, inside and out.”
    Now, it was her turn to look away as embarrassment heated her blood. While she was self-aware enough to admit she was good looking, she knew she wasn’t Miss Universe material, unless it was a plus size pageant. The comment about her being beautiful inside as well rocked her more than she’d like to admit. She’d like to dismiss his statement as ego-stroking bullshit, but he looked so sincere.
    This was dangerous, he was dangerous, and she evidently lost her mind around him. “Beauty is only skin deep, Ryan. I could be a terrible Domme. You don’t know me well enough to ask me to come stay with you. In fact, you don’t know me at all.”
    “I understand.” He took a deep breath and let it out, his big chest distracting her as it flexed beneath his shirt. She wanted to tear the buttons off with her teeth. “But I’d like to get to know you, and for you to get to know me. I promise I can make it so good for you, Emma. So very, very good…if you win my submission.”
    The same competitive