The Platinum Collection: Surrender To The Devil: The Replacement Wife / Heiress Behind the Headlines / A Devil in Disguise. CAITLIN CREWS

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      “So forward,” he chided her, teasingly, as his hands wrapped around her bottom and tilted her hips toward him. “We hardly know each other yet.”

      “Theo,” she began, even as that drumbeat began again in her, that demanding passion, thudding out her want, her need. Her hunger.

      “Luckily,” he continued, spreading her thighs even wider with his shoulders as he bent between her legs, “I have the perfect remedy.”

      And then he leaned down, pressed his mouth against her sex, and tasted her, long and slow and deep.

       CHAPTER NINE

      SHE CLIMAXED AGAIN almost immediately, but Theo couldn’t stop. She was irresistible. He felt off balance, intoxicated—lost in her. And he could not get enough of it.

      He tasted her, honey and cream, and though his sex was so hard it ached, he could not tear himself away. She moaned out his name, and he liked it. He liked it far too much. He licked into her, making her shudder and moan, and only when her head thrashed back and forth on the bedcover yet again did he roll away to rid himself of his trousers.

      She lay before him like a goddess, like a dream. Her breasts were full and perfect, and tasted like a marvel. Her curves intoxicated him, and he could not get enough of her taste, so delicate and female and Becca.

      She met him when he came back to the bed, rising up to kneel before him, and he gloried in the feel of her nakedness against his, finally, and the softness of her belly like satin, cradling the hardest part of him.

      He wanted her so much it actually caused him something akin to pain. But he could not think about that now. The late-afternoon light cast shadows all around them, but she still seemed to shine, bright and true, in the middle of it.

      God, how he wanted that light. How he wanted her.

      He couldn’t wait any longer. He lifted her into his chest, rolled his hips and thrust deep into her.

      She cried out, and her head fell back. She moved to put her legs around his waist and he eased them both back down onto the bed. Only then did he move, thrusting deep inside of her and then out again, testing his length, marveling at the slick, sweet fit.

      She was his. She was finally his.

      He felt as if he’d been longing for her forever. As if she had been crafted for his hands alone, made to fit him perfectly, her body and his like a lock and key. He could feel the dead bolt click over inside of him. He welcomed it.

      And then passion took over. He set a hard, demanding pace, and she met him, her hips rising to meet his, her hands urging him on, her nails digging into his flesh. He bent his head to hers and put his mouth against the slender column of her neck, grazing it with his teeth, making her sob out his name. He rocked against her, feeling her stiffen and hearing her moan, and when she climaxed for the third time, she screamed.

      He called out her name, and followed.

      Much later, she stirred against him, and he felt himself harden yet again, his length still buried deep inside her.

      Her startled laughter was husky, still laced with the passion they’d just spent, the fires they’d banked. It moved over his body like a caress.

      “Not possible,” she murmured. “Not even for the great Theo Markou Garcia.”

      He grinned, and rolled, so she lay sprawled on top of him, her soft breasts pressed into his chest, her ripe curves his to explore. Watching her expression, he pulled back until he was almost clear of her entrance, then slowly thrust back in. Teasing. Tantalizing. Building the fire anew.

      She sighed, pleasure making her features that much softer, that much prettier. Mine, he thought. All mine.

      “I told you,” he said, thrusting into her slowly, so very slowly, and watching her mercurial eyes darken with that same need. “Once is not nearly enough.”

      And then he claimed her lush, wanton mouth with his, and lost himself in her.

      Again.

      The week had passed in a sensual haze, then continued into the next, and when reality intruded once more in the form of the vile Whitney family, Becca was woefully unprepared.

      It was almost as if she’d forgotten the reason she was here at all, she reflected as she put the final touches on her evening’s outfit. As if she had just magically appeared in this penthouse, in Theo’s bed, and everything that had brought her here was blurred and opaque. Or perhaps she’d simply wished for that to be true, she thought, facing the unpleasant truth.

      Because it was far easier to simply live for the hours she and Theo spent in bed, wrapped around each other, exploring each other’s bodies with a wild passion and a creative flair that made her shiver to think about, even now. Theo was a man who liked to cover all of his bases. He did his research and he was as determined as he was methodical. He was ruthless, focused and as deliciously, sensually demanding in bed as he was when he acted as her personal trainer. All the qualities that made him an overbearing temporary employer made him a phenomenal, masterful lover.

      Oh, the things he could do. And did.

      “Wake up,” he had ordered her that very morning, his dark voice husky as his hands had streaked over her, as he’d slid deep into her, both waking and arousing her with each deep thrust.

      She had burst into flame before she’d remembered where—or who—she was, shattering into pieces all around him.

      Becca squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, as that insistent ache pulsed in her core, that same familiar longing welling up in her anew. The more she had him, the more she wanted him, with a hunger that nothing ever seemed to satisfy. That was one more thing she didn’t dare think about. One more item she filed away and vowed she’d look at … later.

      But tonight she had to face her demons. Her so-called relatives. Tonight, the rude reality of her presence here could no longer be avoided.

      She took a last, long look in the mirror, and squared her shoulders. She knew she looked as she should. Like Larissa. She wore her hair in classic Larissa-style, the pale blond strands swept high in front and then cascading to brush her shoulders. She’d picked a simple pale gold dress that shimmered when she moved, picking up the light and seeming to reflect it, as if she was bottled sunshine. She’d done her makeup to perfection, and she’d even started wearing the contact lenses that made her eyes glow green, like a cat’s. She was as Larissa as she was likely to get.

      And still her stomach was clenched tight, like a pretzel. Like an unbreakable knot. She let her hands rest there for a moment, trying to soothe the clenched feeling away.

      “We will dine at Whitney House tonight,” Theo had said over breakfast, that implacable command in his voice. He had not looked up from his computer. It had been as if she had not screamed out his name only a scant half hour before, as if he had not left a mark on her collarbone with his teeth when he’d found his release.

      It had been as if they were back to the same place they’d been at the start. So long ago, she’d thought, that at first she hadn’t СКАЧАТЬ