The Corporate Raider's Revenge / Tycoon's Valentine Vendetta. Yvonne Lindsay

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      His hands moved up to her torso then, holding her in place at the waist as his mouth covered her, his tongue probing and stroking her inner warmth. She grabbed his thick hair in her hands as he continued to prime her body. The stubble on his face scraped her inner thighs, heightening her awareness even more. When she was ready to combust without him, he stopped, his timing right on.

      He rose and lifted her into his arms, kissing her with lips that had just been on her. She felt heady and dizzy and more turned-on than she’d ever been in her life. He strode past the living room, down the hallway to the bedroom and set her onto the bed, quickly removing his pants and briefs. She glimpsed his massive erection right before he sheathed it with a condom. Then he was on the bed, on his back, pulling her on top of him.

      She’d never been so daring or felt so exposed.

      But Ty’s appreciative gaze spurred her courage. “Bold, Laney,” he whispered.

      She straddled his thighs, fully naked in body and spirit and when he lifted her onto his erection, she sank onto him and he groaned with deep, unabashed pleasure. The sound spurred something wild in her and she moved on him, up and down, riding the tide of his passion. He reached up and touched her arms, her shoulders, guiding her until she found her pace. He cupped her breasts, weighing them with his hands, stroking her nipples with his thumbs.

      She rode him hard then, wanting more, wanting all of him. He shoved inside her harder, feeling her need. And she rode to the brink of her passion climbing to an orgasm that shook her entire body.

      Ty watched her release, his eyes grazing hers with intensity and amazingly she didn’t feel anything remotely resembling her natural timid nature. With him, she felt open and free.

      And then he rolled her over, their bodies and legs entwined and he pushed deeper inside her, his arms braced upon the bed as he reached his climax and thrust into her. Locks of his hair fell forward, perspiration coated his skin and his taut gorgeous body stiffened as he thrust into her one last glorious time, while his gaze pierced deep into her eyes.

      Ty bent to kiss her lips before rolling off of her onto his back. “You okay?”

      If she were a feline, she’d be purring loudly. “I’m definitely not bored.”

      He caught his breath before rolling to his side, his head braced on his hand. “As promised.”

      She rolled on her side to face him. “Ty, we don’t even know each other’s full names.”

      With his finger, he outlined her lips, swollen now from his passionate kisses. “I figured you wanted it that way.”

      She debated about a second then nodded. “I do. But how could you know that?”

      He shrugged. “Usually a woman asks more questions than a game show host when she meets a man. You didn’t ask, because you didn’t want any questions in return. I figured you wanted your privacy.”

      Don’t ask, don’t tell.

      “You’re very perceptive.” Yet Laney figured she owed him some sort of explanation. After all, they’d just had mind-boggling sex and he’d given her the best lovemaking experience of her life. She wouldn’t dwell on the reason for that right now. “I’m not married or…engaged. I mean, I was engaged and it…it didn’t work out. I came to the island to forget all about him.”

      Ty leaned back against the bed and chuckled. “If I helped in any way, I’m glad to be of service.”

      It wasn’t like that. Or was it? Either way, Ty didn’t seem the least bit upset about it. “You did. I haven’t been thinking much of him lately.” Just his betrayal. “But I’m glad I met you.” Whoever you are.

      Laney would never have imagined she’d give herself so fully and completely to a stranger—a hunky mystery man whom she’d never see again after she left the island.

      Ty kissed her again and fondled her breasts. “Babe, that goes double for me.”

      And he gave her an encore performance, doubling her pleasure into the night until they exhausted themselves.

      Evan finished his shower, taking a thick towel from the shelf in Laney’s bathroom and wrapping it around his waist. Finger combing his hair back, he winced in the mirror at his two-day beard. He wasn’t exactly on the clock this week, doing some business with pleasure on the island, but the “pirate” look was wearing thin on him.

      He needed a shave.

      But he needed something else more.

      He exited the humid room and walked into the fresh air of the master bedroom where he’d left Laney sleeping. She wasn’t in bed any longer.

      He found her out on the private lanai overlooking the blue Pacific, on her cell phone. She wore his shirt from last night, the hem barely covering her shapely bottom. He followed the line of her long tanned legs to her bare feet and her white-tipped toenails. Classy.

      Something raw tugged at him seeing her wearing his clothes like that.

      Ty put on his briefs and trousers, then stepped out onto the balcony watching her body move as she spoke into the cell. He leaned against the French door and listened.

      “Yes, I’m feeling a little better now.” Laney bobbed her head. “Yes, I know I’ve been gone almost a month. I miss you, too.

      “No, I wasn’t aware the problems were escalating, Daddy. I’m sorry I’m not there for you right now.”

      Laney let go a little sigh. “Of course I’ll come home soon. I—I think I’m ready. I love you, too. Very much.”

      Evan heard the whole conversation including another sigh once she clicked the phone closed. He walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tight against him. “Problems?”

      She nodded, her blond waves tickling his chin. “It’s my father. He runs a big company and things are in chaos.”

      This was exactly what Evan wanted to hear. He pushed her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck. “What kind of chaos?”

      “Oh, that feels good.” She relaxed against his shoulder, fitting into him perfectly before she explained. “He’s losing money. It’s one mishap after another—fires, mechanical breakdowns, thefts and all kind of things. Now, his blood pressure is up. He wants people around him that he trusts. That means me,” she said quietly.

      “Go on,” he said, “get it all out, babe.” Evan continued to nibble on her neck, kissing the soft skin just above her shoulders.

      “I think he really needs me. He’s getting older and the stress is taking a toll on him. He hasn’t been the same since my mother died five years ago. It’s been hard on all of us.”

      “That’s understandable,” he said, thinking about his own mother and the devastating way his father had died. The memory of that day haunted him still, yet Rebecca Tyler forged on, raising three sons single-handedly. They never had much money growing up, СКАЧАТЬ