Taken by the Millionaire: Hotly Bedded, Conveniently Wedded. Kate Hardy

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      She needed it, too. ‘Yes.’

      Gently, he shifted her off his lap and lay her back against the pillows. Kneeling between her parted thighs, he dipped his head, took one nipple into his mouth and sucked.

      Oh, Lord.

      So many sensations at once.

      The soft silkiness of his hair against her skin, contrasting with the beginnings of spiky stubble on his face. The movement of his tongue and lips. The warmth of his mouth. The pressure of the suction. The tingling that started in her nipples and seemed to flood through every nerve-end.

      ‘Oh, yes, Alex,’ she whispered, arching her back against the softness of the duvet. She slid her hands into his hair, wanting more.

      He lifted his head a fraction and looked up at her, his eyes dark in the candlelight. ‘Do you like that?’

      ‘Yes.’ The word came out slurred with pleasure.

      ‘Good. So do I.’ He paid attention to her other nipple, teasing it with his teeth and his tongue until she was wriggling, then slowly kissed his way down her abdomen. ‘I wish you were wearing a skirt.’

      ‘Why?’

      ‘Because these are in the way.’ He stroked his hands down the denim of her jeans, then slid one hand between her thighs, cupping her sex through her jeans. ‘If you were wearing a skirt I’d be closer than this.’ He rubbed one finger along the seam of her jeans, pressing against her clitoris. ‘Much closer.’

      And right now she needed him much closer. She shivered. ‘Alex. You’re driving me crazy.’

      ‘That’s the idea.’ He shifted back onto his haunches, keeping his gaze firmly fixed on hers as he undid the top button of her jeans.

      They were getting nearer and nearer the point of no return.

      Slowly, slowly, he lowered the zip. The air felt cool against her heated skin, and she shivered.

      ‘Cold?’

      ‘And hot,’ she admitted.

      ‘Good.’ He leaned forward and kissed the skin he’d just uncovered. ‘And you’re going to get hotter still by the time I’ve finished with you.’

      And wet.

      God, she was wet. So ready for him.

      Gently, he encouraged her to lift her buttocks, and pulled her jeans down over her hips. He made short work of removing them after that, taking off her socks at the same time so she was left wearing only a tiny pair of knickers. He looked at her, lying against the pillows, and sucked in a breath. ‘Wow. How come I never noticed you’re a pocket Venus? All curves.’

      Curves. She flushed and wrapped her arms round herself.

      He groaned. ‘I didn’t say “fat”.’

      ‘I am compared with the stick insects you normally date.’

      ‘I might date them,’ he said softly, ‘but it doesn’t necessarily mean I sleep with them. And, for the record, I happen to like curves. And yours are gorgeous.’ He slid the tips of his fingers underneath hers. ‘Don’t be shy with me. I want to see you, Isobel.’ Gently, he prised her hands away from her body. ‘You’re lovely.’

      She dragged in a breath. ‘This isn’t fair. You’re still wearing your jeans.’

      ‘I’m all yours, honey. Do with me what you will.’ He spread his hands in invitation.

      It had been a long, long time since she’d played this sort of game with anyone. Towards the end, with Gary, sex had been primarily to make a baby, not an expression of love. And when that had all gone wrong…

      ‘Touch me, Bel,’ he said, his voice sinfully inviting.

      Isobel reached out and undid the top button of his jeans. And the next. And the next. She could feel his erection straining against her fingers as she continued unbuttoning his fly. What was sauce for the goose, she thought with an inward smile, and traced the outline of his penis with one fingertip.

      He shivered. ‘I think I should warn you not to tease me.’

      ‘Is that a threat?’

      He shook his head. ‘You can tease me as much as you like, later. But I want this first time to be for you.’ He took her hand and kissed it, sucking each fingertip in turn.

      The movement of his mouth against her skin made the pulse beat hard between her legs. If he could make her feel like this just by playing with her fingers, what was it going to be like when he touched her more intimately?

      She sat up again and pulled his jeans down over his hips. On impulse, she pressed her mouth against his abdomen.

      He groaned. ‘I warned you about teasing me.’ He rolled to one side and ripped off his jeans and socks, then joined her on the bed.

      ‘I half expected you to go commando.’

      He laughed. ‘No. ‘Then his expression went serious. ‘Bel, just for the record, I don’t sleep around. I date a lot, I have a good time, but I’m fussy about who I take to bed. And in the past I’ve always used protection.’

      She nodded, appreciating his candour. And she believed him absolutely. ‘I haven’t—’ she dragged in a breath ‘—slept with anyone since I split up with Gary.’ Two years. More, if you counted the last disastrous months of her marriage. She’d dated a couple of times but she’d never gone further than a goodnight peck on the cheek.

      He stroked her cheek. ‘Then we’ll take this slowly.’

      He was going to stop? Now?

      She must’ve said it aloud, because his eyes darkened. ‘I’m not going to stop, Bel.’ His voice was deep and husky and sexy as hell. ‘And, as much as I feel as though I’m going to implode if I’m not inside you in the next nanosecond, I want this to be good for you.’

      He wanted her that much? Oh-h-h. ‘I need you inside me, too,’ she whispered. And she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt that needy. The last time she’d wanted sex for its own sake and not to make a baby.

      Gently, Alex removed her knickers and slid one hand between her thighs. She felt the long, slow stroke of one finger against her sex, a movement that had her quivering and needing more. As if he could read her mind, he did it again. And again.

      ‘This is taking it slowly?’ She could hardly get the words out.

      ‘Uh-huh.’

      ‘You’re driving me crazy, Alex. I want …’

      ‘This?’ He pushed one finger inside her.

      She gasped. ‘Yes.’ The word came out as a hiss of pleasure.

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