Billionaire's Contract Engagement(17)

This time she did her share of grabbing. Amid the turmoil of his  jumbled, raging lust, relief hit him hard. She was with him. She wanted  him every bit as much as he wanted her.

He tore at her clothing. Then he tore at his. Shoes and shirts hit the floor, leaving a trail across the floor to his bedroom.

By the time the backs of her knees hit the edge of his bed, she was down  to just her bra and panties. Not just underwear. Pink, delicate, frothy  confections that accentuated every curve and swell. Her breasts bulged  and plumped upward over the cups. He could see a hint of her aureole and  it was driving him crazy.

His fingers fumbled with his pants. Her hands tangled with his as they both shoved downward.

"God, Celia." He couldn't catch his breath long enough to say what he  wanted. "I always swore when I made love to you I'd savor you for hours.  I told myself I'd take my time touching and kissing every inch of your  body. But I swear, if I don't get inside you soon, I'm going to  explode."

"Fast is good," she panted. "We can do slow later."

"Thank God."

He fell forward, taking her with him. They both hit the bed, and she absorbed the shock of his body melding to hers.

"I'll savor you next time," he promised between kisses.

"Savor is good. We can definitely savor. But, God, Evan, make love to me now. Please."

He chuckled and captured her mouth with his. "Sweet. So sweet. I'm going  to take you, Celia. I'm going to take everything you have to offer. If  you don't want this, tell me now. I'll stop. It'll kill me, but I'll  stop."

She pulled away and stared up at him with glowing, brilliant eyes. Her  hands traced a line from his temples over his face and to his jaw.

"Take me then," she whispered.





Ten


Celia lay underneath Evan's big body. Every part of her was covered by  him. His heat penetrated her, seeped into her flesh and whispered  seductively through her veins.

She wanted him. God, she wanted this man. Her need for him frightened  and exhilarated her in equal parts. She knew she shouldn't-that she  mustn't-and yet she also knew she wouldn't tell him no.

There would be no recriminations later. There would be no regret. She  knew the potential pitfalls of making love with Evan, and she would face  them with full acceptance.

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

She raised her gaze to meet his. He was propped on his arms, his body  still flush with hers and their noses were mere inches apart.

His eyes were warm with desire, liquid with want, and her heart fluttered in response.

His voice was so tender and understanding. He stared down at her like  she was the only woman he'd ever made love to. A mixture of awe and  wonder that humbled her.         

     



 

"I was thinking we shouldn't do this," she admitted.

"But? There's definitely a but in that sentence."

He sounded so hopeful that she smiled and once again traced the lean lines of his face with a fingertip.

"But I don't care. I should care. I should be on my way back to San Francisco. I should have never agreed to stay."

"But," he murmured again, his voice husky and so very predatory.

"But I'm here, in your arms, and I want you so much that I'm willing to  take the biggest risk of my life. I won't lie, I don't like that about  myself. I don't like that I'm allowing infatuation and sexual desire to  mess with my head. It's stupid and irresponsible and  … "

He shushed her with one finger and then followed it down with his lips.  He nibbled playfully at the corner of her mouth and then licked the spot  where he nipped.

"Trust me, Celia."

She went completely still and stared up at him, the intensity that burned so bright in his gaze.

"Trust me to take care of you. I won't let this hurt you. We can make it work."

"What are you saying?" she whispered.

"Let's take it slow. Well, after we go really fast this time." He  grinned crookedly and shifted so she could feel his straining erection  against her groin. "We can do this, Celia. We're adults in charge of our  own destiny. There's no problem we can't solve together. Trust me."

Peace descended, enveloping her in its sweet, soothing grasp. In  response, she wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged him down into a  long, passionate kiss.

Trust him.

He made it sound so simple, and maybe it was.

She slid her mouth up his jaw to his ear. As she nibbled on it, she said softly, "Make love to me, Evan."

With a groan, he rolled until their positions were reversed and she was  sprawled atop him. His fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra and a  second later, it flew across the room, hitting the drawn curtains over  the window.

She felt his sudden inhalation. He stilled and then his hand skimmed up  her back and around to her breasts. His fingertips brushed over the  swells and to her nipples.

Each stroke, each touch no matter how light, ignited a fire deep inside  that threatened to overtake her. Her urgency matched his own. Her  impatience was his.

And then he leaned up and took one sensitive nipple in his mouth and she  was lost. Her head fell back. Her eyes closed as sweet, sharp pleasure  radiated in waves through her body.

Despite his impatience, his lips and tongue were exquisitely tender as he suckled first one breast and then the other.

His hands spanned her waist and then moved lower until his fingers  caught in the band of her panties. He yanked, and she heard them rip.

"I'll buy you more," he rasped as he rolled again, putting her underneath him once more.

"Buy me what?"

"Panties."

"Highly overrated," she murmured.

He laughed against her mouth. "I totally agree."

"Speaking of  …  underwear. You're still wearing yours."

He reared up between her knees, yanked his briefs off, and she stared  shamelessly at his distended length. He followed her gaze down then  looked back up at her, a cocky grin making him adorable.

"You like?"

She reached for him, enfolding him in her hands. "Oh, yes, I like."

He clamped a hand over her arm and squeezed. "Celia, you can't. I'm too  close. This will never work. I have to get inside you or it's going to  be over way too soon."

She rose up, curling one hand around his neck even as she slid her fingers suggestively up and down his erection.

"Savor later. Remember?"

"Condom," he bit out.

She let him go long enough for him to fumble through his discarded  pants. Seconds later, he started to roll the latex on, but she reached  for it, snagging it from his grasp.

"Come here."

"Oh, yes, ma'am," he breathed.

She lay back and he straddled her hips. He loomed over her, big and  strong. She felt entirely too small, too at his mercy, but as her hands  slid over his manhood, he closed his eyes and a shudder rippled through  his massive body, and the power shifted significantly in her direction.

Then he fell forward, planting his hands on either side of her head. "I can't wait."

"Savor later," she reminded.

His smile was brilliant. He leaned down to kiss her just as he reached  down to part her thighs. With one hand, he pulled one leg away from the  other. His mouth never left hers. His weight was supported by his left  arm. He angled to the side as he gently explored her swollen, feminine  folds.         

     



 

"Evan, please," she begged. "You're killing me here. If you don't hurry, I'm so leaving you behind."

He eased one finger inside and evidently satisfied that she was ready  for him, he shifted over her and settled between her thighs. His  erection prodded carefully at first, then he found her heat and thrust  hard and deep.

She arched, bowing her back off the mattress. She grasped desperately at  his shoulders, her fingers curling into his skin until she was sure she  drew blood.

It was too much. It was absolutely magnificent. He filled her. She'd  never felt so alive, so splendid, so tuned in to her own pleasure.

"Hold on to me," he ordered in a thick, hazy voice.

It was a needless command. She couldn't do anything but hold him as he drove into her over and over.

"Oh," she gasped. "Evan, please, I need  … "

She didn't even know what she was asking for, only that she'd die if she  didn't get it. Her body was near to breaking point. All she needed was.

He reached down and his fingers slid between them.

"That. Oh my God, that."

Her cry echoed sharply over the room. It was the single most exquisite  pleasure and pain all in one she'd experienced in her life. The tension  was so sharp, so unbearable and then finally she exploded.

The room darkened around her. She blinked but everything was fuzzy. All  she was aware of was Evan stroking into her and the wonderful melting  sensation as she went liquid around him.

He growled her name and then he gathered her in his arms, holding her so  tight she couldn't breathe. His hips jerked against her before finally  he collapsed onto her, his chest heaving with exertion.

Her hands relaxed on his shoulders and went from punishing grip to  soothing caresses. His skin was damp, and all that could be heard were  his harsh breaths against her neck.