Billionaire Bad Boy(35)

"What for?" she asked in a thin voice.

"I can't help this." He kissed her lightly on the lips, then again, lingering and tasting and breathing hard. He pulled away. "You just do this to me..."

But before she could ask what she did, his mouth had descended again and cut off all words and all thoughts except one-she needed the kiss to continue or she'd die. No way was she going to stop him this time. She couldn't even if she wanted to.

If his caresses made her skin tingle, his kiss made it burn. She reached up and curled her fingers in his hair, relishing the way it slid through her grip like a waterfall. Then she noticed nothing, except his delicious lips and tongue, and the way he turned her body to mush.

Zack's hand slipped around to her back and unzipped her dress. His movements had quickened, becoming urgent along with his fierce, deep kisses. The fingers that traveled down her spine felt warm and firm as he pressed her to him. His desire-rubbing hard and long against her stomach-was unmistakable.

Then all of a sudden, as if he'd finally lost all self-control, Zack tore the dress off and leaned down to take her nipple into his mouth.

The ruined dress slithered to her ankles and Annie cringed at the amount of money he'd just wasted, then all thoughts disappeared as his fingers delved into her panties. Slowly, slowly, sensations rippled from her thighs to her br**sts to the roots of her hair as Zack's mouth and fingers worked together as a tandem team and heated her body to boiling point.

"Oh, my..."

She shuddered, twice, and her body exploded into millions of fragments. She might have screamed. She might have called his name. She definitely saw stars.

Zack picked up her limp body and carried her to the bedroom. He lay her gently on the bed and stood back. His breathing was hard and erratic, and his eyes gleamed as they traveled the length of her body. It was time to put him out of his misery.

She knelt on the bed. "You've already seen me naked," she said. "I think it's time I saw you." Who said that? It couldn't have been her. She'd never been so brave, or wanton, in her life before.




 

 

She started to unbutton his shirt, but progress was too slow so she ripped it apart. Buttons popped off and showered them. She unzipped his trousers and reached inside. Zack groaned and closed his eyes. She widened hers and let go. He was very well endowed.

She pulled his trousers and his shorts down and he sprang free.

"Oh, my..."

But he hadn't heard her, or if he did, he showed no response except to push her gently back on the bed and kiss her hard on the lips. He leaned on one arm, spread himself alongside her and caressed her thigh. Her skin vibrated beneath his touch. She'd die if he didn't enter her soon.

"Now," she breathed, but he sat up and fumbled in the pocket of his trousers.

"Condom," he said through ragged breaths.

He tore open the packet and she watched as he stretched the condom over his length. His very long length. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. She was badly out of practice and she wasn't sure her body was built for a man like Zack.

"Um, maybe we should take this slow..."

His response was to do something amazing with his tongue on her inner thigh, and she closed her eyes. She felt him move above her. Okay, it might fit if she sort of moved to the left a little...

Zack dipped inside her.

"Oh!"

He slipped all the way in. Okay, so he fit perfectly. Who'd have guessed?

That was her last coherent thought as she rose to meet him. He set a slow, steady rhythm that drove her wild. She wanted more. Needed it. She picked up the pace and he groaned deep in his chest. His fingers brought her close to the edge and then he sucked her nipple. Oh my! His body shuddered above her and his primal growl echoed through her apartment. It was enough to send her plunging down with him into an abyss of bliss.

Spent, he lay half on top of her, half beside her, his hand cupping her left breast. His eyes closed and his breathing deepened. He was asleep. Or so she thought.

She smiled to herself and snuggled into his warm body.

But he moved away and sat up.

"I have to go." He picked up his shirt. "I've got a long day tomorrow."

"You're leaving?" She couldn't believe it. Had she done something wrong? "Stay. I'm up for round two if you are." She touched his arm and he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"I have to go."

She watched him dress, understanding dawning. She'd been right all along-he'd got what he wanted, now he was leaving before it became too serious. Sex. That's all this had been to him. Another notch on his belt. An experiment to see if he could bed the good girl.

He kissed her goodbye and straightened. But just as he turned to leave, he sighed deeply and leaned over her again. He caught her face between his hands and caressed her cheeks.