To Sin with the Tycoon(51)

But she couldn’t resist. She breathed in his woody, clean aftershave, felt his firm, cool lips plundering her mouth and her body curved into his. She looped her arms around his neck and tiptoed to meet his searching mouth.

‘I’m only thinking...’ he broke apart to say in an unsteady voice that didn’t sound at all like his ‘...about your reputation when I say that we need to take this somewhere else.’

‘I don’t want you to stop.’

‘And I don’t want to...’ With his arm slung heavily over her shoulder, they half-ran to his car and picked up where they had left off the second the car door was slammed shut.

It was teenage, ‘back row of the movies’ stuff. That was what it felt like to Gabriel and he loved every second of it. He had never done that back-row kissing business; he was making up for lost time. If her teenage years had been spent caretaking her mother and being strong on her behalf, his had been spent digging himself out of the hole into which he had been born, forging a life for himself that would be strong enough to ensure that he would never have to look back or go near that hole again.

The fact that they had so much in common was a fleeting thought that was almost immediately buried under the urgency of his response.

He felt under the red jumper and found the obstruction of her bra, but made short work of that by plunging his hand under it, pulling free one breast that popped out, nipple already standing to attention, tightening to a rigid peak as he teased and pinched it into arousal.

The car was parked at a distance from the other random cars and the tinted windows meant that they were cocooned, protected from any curious eyes, not that there seemed to be many people around. Protected enough for him to feel comfortable raising her jumper so that he could cover that pulsing nipple with his mouth and suckle on it until she was whimpering and panting, spreading her legs in delicious invitation.

They were never going to make love in his car, he thought, wondering if his body would be able to tolerate the short drive back to her house without relief. But he could enjoy her for a bit longer, suck for a little longer on that circular disc.

With a groan of frustration at not being able to go the whole way, he flung himself back against the seat and groaned.

‘I need a bigger car!’

Alice could still feel the warmth of his mouth on her breast. She pulled down the jumper, as regretful as he was and as desperate to get back to the house so that they could finish what they had started.

Making love with her mother a couple of doors down? True, her mother slept like a log, often with the aid of a sleeping tablet, but still... Never in a million years would Alice have seen herself as the kind of girl who would be driven to have sex with a guy in her bedroom because she just couldn’t hold off. Since when had she ever been the kind of girl who lost complete control? Since she had gone to Paris, was the answer that came immediately to her. Since she had made love to him. Since she had discovered a carnal side to her that was insatiable...

Before he could fire up the engine, she reached across and fumbled with his zip.

More teenage stuff! Gabriel didn’t bother to try to resist. He’d lost the ability to play it cool. Right now, what he needed more than anything else was release.

He unzipped the trousers and manoeuvred himself so that he could pull them down, along with his boxers. The cool night air was soothing, but not nearly as soothing as her mouth...





CHAPTER NINE

THE HOUSE WAS in darkness by the time they arrived back. Pamela Morgan was already in bed. It was nearly eleven and she was accustomed to retiring early.

Gabriel had no idea how he had managed to get back without going into one of the hedgerows by the side of the road. He couldn’t concentrate. The woman next to him had taken his self-control and shredded it into a million pieces.

Yes, she had relieved some of that ache...

He caught his breath sharply, remembering the glorious feel of her mouth on him as she drove him to his climax. The release had been...indescribable.

Now he wanted more, much more.

He would have brought her to her own orgasm, would have put his hand and his fingers where his mouth would not have been able to go because of the confines of being in a car, but she had stopped him, breathlessly telling him that she wanted him in her bed.

Now, as she unlocked the front door with shaky fingers, he placed his hand over hers.

‘We could wait,’ he said gruffly. ‘I don’t want to. Hell, I would take you by the side of the house if you let me... But I don’t want this to be seen as an abuse of your mother’s hospitality.’

‘I’m beginning to think that I haven’t given Mum enough credit for being a grown-up,’ Alice said ruefully. ‘She’s probably been waiting for me to bring a guy home but not confident enough to come right out and say anything.’ She pushed open the door and held her finger to her lips in a signal to keep quiet, then giggled softly, because she felt light-headed, young and very happy.