Seduced By The British Billionaire(9)

“Not yet,” Amber answered gravely. “I don’t know how long even afterwards it will be before she comes to and whether we’d be given visitation rights.”



Charles piped up. “Melanie, tell your friend to let me take her home so she can rest. Its early hours of the morning and she refuses to rest.”



Melanie looked from Charles to Amber, then back to Charles. She winked at him, that oh-so-Melanie wink which meant she understood. “Love,” she said, cooing at Amber. “I got this. I will keep you updated. You do look tired.” Her eyes scanned Amber’s haggard appearance. “Let your man take you home. When she comes to, I’ll call you.”



Before Amber could protest, Charles exclaimed enthusiastically. “Thank you so much for the help.” He smiled. Giving Amber a second to contemplate things, he proceeded in scooping her up in his solid arms and carried her towards the exit door.



“Put me down,” she protested, looking back helplessly at Melanie who merely waved goodbye.



When they reached his car, he swung the door open with his foot, and placed her gently in the seat. “Buckle up.” He muttered.



She did as she was told, happy to be away from the hospital’s depressed atmosphere but, at the same time, feeling guilty for everything.



“She’s fine.” He insisted, as he got in on the driver’s side. “I paid the hospital bill in full and requested the best surgeon available. I promise things will look up.” He placed a hand reassuringly on her leg.



As he started the car, he stopped short, and then removed the keys from the ignition. He didn’t bother to look at her. “I don’t know you.” He voiced softly. “But these feelings deep inside, I just can’t ignore.” His hand drifted to drag dramatically down his face, as if he were trying to wipe away the stress eating away at him. “God, how should I say this,” He begged to the air. Then he turned to her, ripped the seat belt away, and then leaned towards her.



His large body hovered over her, massive shoulders engulfing her presence. He stared into her wild hazy eyes, then down to her luscious enticing mouth. She stared back, unsure how to react to his sudden change of behavior. Her body pulled at her until the fire of his closeness felt like the depths of hell. She shivered inside as he reached to cup her face gently. Was he going to kiss her? She wished he would. It was torture enough having him so close to her.



“Just kiss me,” she begged. She couldn’t hold it any longer. She wanted to feel his warmth on her.



It was as if she had opened the gates of heaven and released an angel. He had merely wanted permission. That was all. His lips drifted softly to hers, brushing. His hands were warm against her cheeks as he pulled her closer to him. Kissing him back, she dared to touch his chest. He stiffened upon her subtle touch, letting her fingers trace the seams of his grey polo. As their kiss gained a new height, he reached up to grab her long thick locks of hair, the hunger in his ravished body showing plainly. He grabbed onto it, pulling just before the point of pain. She moaned in response to his eagerness. His scent wrapped her until she couldn’t stand it anymore.



Half crazed with desire, she found the base of his shirt. He grunted upon the surprise venture. Her hand was right at the start of his pants where he felt as if he were to burst. She could feel his restrain and the shake of his body beneath her touch. All she had to do was trail downwards a couple inches to find what she was looking for. But would he let her? His hand suddenly grabbed hers, holding it softly before guiding it home. Her fingers brushed down his pants until she felt his hardness press against her. It sent a trickle of delight through her stomach as he broke the barrier, giving her permission to explore the depths of his fervor. Eagerly she broke away from his strong grasp and followed the length of his manhood.



His breath came in shallow bouts, pacing his to match hers. His face scrunched slightly from her touch as a low rumble emanated from his throat. The blood rushed through her body as she opened her mouth to his. She wanted to taste him. Eagerly he followed her bidding, dipping his tongue into the soft sweet caverns. Ripples of ecstasy took hold of her as his tongue found its mark. Her touch became harder and more frenzied while their lips collided in almost a beautiful messy dance. His body became rigid. Her free hand trailed the muscle of his arms, so beautifully and perfectly built. His masculinity was flawless, and the length of his sex was surprising. She had never touched a white male before, but there was nothing lacking in this man.



His mouth drifted away from hers, slipping down the side of her face. He found the soft of her neck and began to nip softly until she purred, spurring him onward. Excitement ripped through her. Dear God, she had never felt such blissful rapture, his moist tongue tasting down her neck until her shirt stopped him.