Tempted by Her Billionaire Boss(22)

His palms returned to her thighs, sliding up the back of them. This time  he slipped his fingers beneath the lace and caressed the ultrasensitive  skin there with fingers that burned her skin. "These stay on."

Frankie forgot her task completely as the raspy timbre of his voice shot  through her. He slid his palms higher until he reached her lacy  panties. Her hands fell to her sides, her head dropping to his chest as  he nudged her legs apart with his knee, moved his fingers beneath the  lace and touched her so intimately her back arched in pleasure.

"Harrison." His name slid from her lips on a groan of pure pleasure. He  repeated the caress again, his fingers sliding against her slick skin.  Leisurely at first, he stroked her like he might a cat, caressing her  nerve endings. Then he deepened it, intensified it. She let him take her  weight as her knees buckled. His voice was a husky demand in her ear  asking if she liked it. Commanding her to tell him when she wanted more.  She did because this was beyond anything she'd ever experienced, it  felt that good.

His hands left her aching flesh. She wanted to scream greedily that it  wasn't enough, beg for more, because she'd never experienced the type of  pleasure he was giving her. But he was disposing with his trousers,  intent on another kind of pleasure entirely. He slid off his briefs and  kicked them aside. Her mouth went dry, her palms sweaty. She could have  expected he'd be big because of his size but his arousal, proud and  daunting, kicked her heart into a whole other gear.

He was as aroused by her as she was by him.

He pushed her blouse off her shoulders, found the back button of her  skirt and undid it. She swallowed hard to inject some saliva into her  mouth as her zipper went the way of her button and he nudged the skirt  off her hips. Self-consciousness would have overwhelmed her then, as she  stood there only in her lacy underwear, if she hadn't been utterly  fascinated by the ruddy color staining his cheekbones. The tortured look  was gone. Urgent, compulsive desire was plastered across his face. He  was totally and utterly fixated on her, as if he couldn't believe she  was real.

Her gaze tracked him as he backed up and sat down on the bed. He pulled a  foil package from the night table drawer and rolled a condom on his  impressive erection. She watched him, finding his beautiful body such a  turn-on it was impossible to look away. His gaze lifted to hers when  he'd finished, his eyes telling her exactly where she was supposed to  be. She moved to mere inches in front of him.

"In my fantasy you had me in handcuffs." His hot gaze singed her from  head to toe. "But you didn't need them, you had me totally under your  control."

Her legs felt as though she'd done a seven-hour shift at Masserias. He  reached up, slid his fingers in the sides of her panties and stripped  them off. She almost lost her footing when he moved his hand between her  thighs and cupped her aching center. Squeezed. It was a blatant act of  ownership that made her stomach dip. Sent her fingers clutching the hard  muscles of his shoulders for support.

"I'm not averse to a woman tying me up," he continued, easing his grip  on her to fill her with a long finger instead. "But then you wouldn't  get this. And I want you as hot and wild for me as you were in my  fantasy."

Frankie closed her eyes at the seductive heat in his voice. It raked  over her nerve endings and sent warmth flooding to the very place he was  caressing. She couldn't help her response, couldn't help moving her  hips against his hand every time he filled her. It was incredible.

He added another of those amazing fingers, palming the soft flesh of her  buttocks with his free hand to hold her where he wanted her. A low moan  escaped her lips.

"That's right," he murmured, spreading the fingers he had inside of her  to maximize her pleasure. To ready her. "That's exactly how you were."

He withdrew from her. Left her hot and aching again, but only to shift  both his hands to the backs of her thighs and lift her on top of him.  She wrapped her legs around his waist, her thighs making contact with  his hot, aroused body. Too many contact points fried her nerve endings.  The unleashed power of him beneath her made her pulse speed up into an  almost impossible awareness of his masculinity. But most intense of all  were his eyes. Dark and full of want, she felt him all the way inside of  her.         

     



 

"You do something to me," he rasped. "I can't explain it."

She couldn't, either, but she felt it, too. She watched the desperation  flicker back to life in his eyes as he fought it, fought the physical  and mental connection they shared. The lack of control...it was a  last-ditch effort to hold on to the darkness and she wouldn't allow it.  She brought her mouth down on his in a kiss so intimate, so  soul-consuming, she was sure she would never forget it.

His hands bit into her bottom as he lifted her up and brought her down  on the hard column of flesh that telegraphed his desire for her.

"Tell me," he muttered against her lips, "if I'm hurting you..."

But he had brought her to the edge, to a greedy, grasping place where he  was all she wanted. Inside of her. Exactly like his fantasy. Her body  was malleable, soft as she accepted the tip of him. He was big; he stole  her breath as he brought her down on him with firm hands. It was a  tight, exquisite fit, one she almost couldn't stand. But when he had  filled her completely, she wanted more.

"Then what did I do? In your fantasy...?" she whispered.

He took the weight of her hips in his hands, his eyes locked on hers. "You rode me like an angel."

Oh. She went down then, lost in the way he made her feel. She circled  her hips around him. Took him deep inside, then retreated. His eyes  caught fire. His hands helped her move. Then there was nothing between  them except the sensation of being impaled on him. She took him again  and again until her body was all soft heat, grasping him, needing him.

It was unmistakable, the sweet intensity that built inside of her then  as his size, his girth touched a spot that promised heaven. She gripped  his shoulders harder. He slid a hand between them and rubbed his thumb  against her center. Back and forth in a path of fire that had her limbs  clenching around him. "Give yourself to me," he commanded roughly.

She closed her eyes. Let his thumb take her over the edge. Her back  arched, white lights exploded in her head as an orgasm racked through  her. Her gasp as it tore into the night was raw and pleasure-soaked.  Animalistic.

It was hot and amazing and never-ending. When she finally came down.  Harrison was watching her, a deadly heat in his eyes. Her lashes  lowered. "Don't," he commanded, his thumb claiming the curve of her lip.  "You were spectacular."

She opened her eyes. Allowed him to part her mouth with his thumb, her  breath coming hot and hard against his skin. She could taste herself on  him. Taste what he'd done to her. It was too much. Overload.

He rolled onto his back and took her with him. He was buried deep inside  of her, pulsing and rock-hard. Unsatisified. His gaze morphed into the  darkest, deepest granite as it ate her up. He wanted her to blow his  mind. To obliterate his thoughts.

She leaned forward, pressed her palms to his chest and rotated her hips  in a slow, grinding circle. His hands tightened around the flesh of her  bottom. Faster, harder, he urged her down on him until his eyes were  glazed and she knew he had lost it completely. But she drew it out, knew  he wanted her to. He drove up into her with awe-inspiring stamina,  again and again, his erection sending sparks of aftershocks through her.  Slowly, amazingly, she felt her pleasure build again, hovering over the  edge of another sweet surge of heaven. This was why he'd made it last.  Because he could give her this.

He read the tautness of her body, his face blanking as he took her hard and fast, fully in control now. "Again."

She gave herself into the deep, piercing release, lost to him as he came  with a hoarse shout, his hips bucking against her. Aftershocks jerked  his powerful body. They racked through her as she dropped her head to  his chest and tasted the salt of his skin. Nothing had ever felt so  right. So perfect.

And yet it was so wrong. The cool night air sent reality flickering  across her sweat-dampened skin. He was her boss. At least her temporary  boss. And she'd just had scorching, wild sex with him.

Harrison rolled her beneath him, his big body holding her captive. His gaze found hers. Narrowed. "Stop thinking."

"I can't think," she muttered. "My brain is mush."

"Good." He left the bed, disposed of the condom and came back to her,  hooking a finger under the front closure of her lacy black bra. "How did  this stay on?"

Her cheeks flamed. Because they'd been in such a hurry?

He lowered himself back onto the bed beside her. Her cheeks heated as  she absorbed his magnificence. It was a bit overwhelming. Dark amusement  gleamed in his eyes as he captured one of her hands, pressed his thumb  to her palm and worked the tension from it.