Bedding The Billionaire(36)

Nick picked Abbey up and placed her on the desk, sliding her bottom backwards. The envelope with the photos dropped to the floor unnoticed and she bumped into the laptop. He reached behind her and thrust it carelessly aside.

She lay down, legs dangling over the side beneath him, as he bent over her body and continued his ferocious kissing, suddenly unable to get enough of her.

She tasted good. Too damn good.

Abbey made a small sound of protest but he kissed it away. Her body certainly wasn't giving him any negative vibes. In fact, her body was inviting him to go further.

She undid the buttons on his shirt, exposing his chest and shoulders. She caressed and stroked his chest, pinching his ni**les and rubbing his smooth skin. Her hips gyrated up to meet him, pressing against his rock hard erection.

She looked tantalizing, spread before him on the desk, just as hot for him as he was for her.

It took all his self control to hold back and not rip her skirt off.

Instead, he pushed the skirt over her hips and fingered the flesh at the edge of her panties. Smooth, warm. Inviting.

He bent to kiss the exposed flesh and she sighed, then gasped as he moved upwards, thrusting aside the panties. Moments later Abbey was panting, her arms flailing across the desk, groping. She knocked over a pencil holder, some files and a bunch of paperclips.

She didn't notice. She was intent on her orgasm. Nick could feel it rising inside her. Bubbling, ready to explode. Suddenly she went very still, then her skin puckered into tiny goose bumps as she began to quiver uncontrollably. She cried out and arched her body up to meet his tongue. He stopped, unable to resist teasing her, to make the moment last, then as she thrust herself up again, he brought her home, enjoying the way her body convulsed in delicious spasms.

"Oh, Abbey," he whispered against her flesh. He hauled himself up on the desk, straddled her and peered down. Her eyes were closed tight, savoring the final throes of passion.

He reached down and undid the buttons on her white, sleeveless shirt. He slipped his hand inside and brushed the warm skin with his fingertips. When his hand touched a nipple, Abbey sucked in a breath through her teeth. He smiled. Every pore of her was still sensitive to his touch.

Good. He liked her when she was like this. Lulled, yet still wanting. He loved the way she melted into him, allowed him to hold her and touch her as if she trusted him.

Nick's hand delved a little further, sliding under her bra. He reached behind her and undid the clasp, then returned to her br**sts, the other hand supporting him on the desk as he leaned over her.

He rubbed one red nipple, took it between his lips as it puckered and softly nibbled. Abbey moaned and arched her back up to him.

He moved his mouth to the other one, then traveled downwards. When he reached her moist thighs, he pulled down the panties that he'd hastily drawn to one side. Then he undid the fly on his trousers, and the button on his shorts.




 

 

He let out a long sigh as his erection was freed. It pulsed in time to his heart beat, rapid and heavy. He leaned forward and kissed her, tasting her need and desire as she kissed him back. Her hands linked together behind his head and she drew him down, hungrily tasting him.

Nick's erection screamed for action, to be allowed to taste her the way his lips were tasting her. He obliged and lowered himself. When sensitive skin touched sensitive skin he sucked in a frayed breath and settled himself to plunge into her heat.

Just as he was poised to plunder, Abbey clamped her legs together. He heard her catch her breath and she suddenly stopped kissing him.

He stared down at her.

"What's wrong?" He could detect the desperation and frustration in his voice.

"You know what's wrong. This whole damn thing is wrong." She struggled to sit up, pushing him off the desk as she did so.

She sat, perched on the edge of the desk and glared at him. She pushed her short cream skirt down. It was the most conservative thing he'd seen her wear. The white sleeveless shirt was just as unexciting, but seeing her br**sts heaving where he'd opened it drove him wild. Wilder. He kissed her lips again.

She pushed him off.

"Abbey," he growled, suddenly realizing he may have to leave frustrated.

"No! I can't keep on doing this, Damien. It's too hard."

He ignored the name and smiled wickedly. "Very hard." He pressed himself into her to get his point across.

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

He placed a hand on the desk on either side of her hips and stared into her bright blue eyes. She had amazing eyes. As blue as the sky and just as vast. He could get lost in those eyes.

"Abbey, I'm sorry I got annoyed before-"

"Annoyed! You looked like you were about to explode."

"I have a quick temper. But it's just as quick to disappear." His gaze dropped to her lips. "When I kiss you." He leaned forward and took her bottom lip between both of his and sucked.