Bedded at the Billionaire's Convenience(33)

‘I’ll take that as yes, then…’ He slipped his hand higher until it brushed the rounded underside of her breast. ‘No bra…was that because you were in such a rush to fling something on?’

‘This is crazy,’ Georgie struggled out.

‘What is? You forget how madly in love we are…’

‘We’re not madly in love…you know that…we just…we mustn’t…’

‘We just…we mustn’t…’ Pierre mimicked her with a low, sexy laugh, ‘but what if we want to?’ He had resisted for too long. He cupped her soft breast with his hand, kneading it gently and rotating his finger over her stiffened nipple. She was as turned on as he was! He could feel her melting against him, incapable of stopping what he was doing to her body.

It was just as well because he wasn’t sure whether he could stop if he wanted to, not now, not when he was hard and throbbing for her.

He unbuttoned the long-sleeved pale blue patterned shirt and spread it apart so that he could drink in the sight of her, as naked as when he had interrupted her in the middle of dressing, but this time she wasn’t wearing that panicked look of a rabbit caught in the headlights. Nor was she rushing to cover herself. But she was breathing quickly, and looking down, not meeting his eyes. He tilted her face so that she had to look at him.

‘Are you as turned on as I am?’ he demanded roughly. She looked as though, if only she could fight it, she would have walked away but she couldn’t. She was as helpless as he was to the charged electricity between them.

To think that she had slept with another man, had a two-year relationship with him! Walked into his outstretched arms of her own volition and not because her body was obeying its own urgent demands, demands which she had neither invited nor wanted!

The blast of raging jealousy was as fast as it was furious.

‘Of course you are.’ His voice was thick with sexual gloating. ‘Like me touching you there? What about if I do this?’ He propelled her towards the padded window seat and she flung her head back with a wrenched cry of pleasure as he began to suckle on her nipple, drawing it into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue and his teeth. And her other breast was not free from his attention. No, he massaged that with his hand, making her squirm with shameless, wanton abandon.

The shirt trailed over her shoulders and her back was arched as she allowed her forbidden cravings to be satisfied. She half opened her eyes and watched, horribly turned on, his dark head at her breasts as he flicked his tongue on the sensitised tips.#p#分页标题#e##p#分页标题#e#

There was something intensely masculine about his harsh, hungry love-making and, although it should have turned her off because she had always seen sex as something gentle and languorous, it perversely made her feel at her most feminine.

She wanted this big, powerful man on his knees before her, barely restraining himself as he lathered her breasts greedily with his mouth.

Her legs automatically parted and a soft noise, half sigh, half cry, escaped as he began pushing the skirt up, his hands traveling past her calves, past her knees until finally they were up around her thighs.

Every inch of her wanted this with a desperation that was terrifying and, Lord knew, she would have gladly given herself to him had not the knock on the bedroom door catapulted them both out of their little private world and back into the reality they had left behind.

Pierre sprang to his feet and Georgie wasn’t far behind, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse at precisely the same time as Didi poked her head round the door.

‘Oops, sorry, darlings…’ And she did sound very flustered. ‘I interrupted you…’

‘We were just…’ Pierre glanced over his shoulder to Georgie, whose face was barely visible behind the tumble of blonde curls as she stared down at her feet ‘…about to come…’ he left a fraction of a pause ‘…downstairs.’

‘Take your time.’ Didi was already closing the door and Georgie didn’t feel she could actually draw breath until that door was quietly shut.

What had she been thinking? Had she lost her mind?

‘This will never happen again,’ she told him quietly. ‘Never. Do you understand me?’

Pierre leaned against the wall and looked at her. Never? Was that a word that existed in his vocabulary? He inclined his head to one side, but didn’t answer and, without a word Georgie swept past him, out of the bedroom, leaving him to think that there were certain things that sounded very much like a challenge to him and challenges, he would have been the first to admit, had always been his private obsession.