When She Fell for the Billionaire(22)

The air conditioning felt suddenly cold. She told herself that was the only reason why her nipples were peaked. He was leaning a hip against the bar, coolly observing her, like if she didn’t pass muster he would turn away from her, thoroughly bored. Her eyes took in his casual stance. His long sleeved shirt was plain baby blue, but the slim-fitting trousers elevated his conservative outfit to another level. Her eyes drifted downwards to his buckled leathered shoes then jerked upward again to confirm what her gaze had glossed over.

He was aroused.

She saw him take a casual sip of his liquor, looking indolent and arrogant. His posture indicated that yes, he might want her, but he wanted her to make the first move. Was he playing hard to get?

The beautiful jerk! Didn’t he know how many men she had rejected in the past? How many men had wanted her? Sabrina had never capitalized on her looks. It was just an accident of nature that she was bestowed with beauty, like her ten fingers and ten toes. It was nothing special. It didn’t make her mother love her after all.

But her having to work at getting a man’s attention? Luca wanted her to know that he might want her, yes, but he would still have the upper hand. Was this some kind of power play? Sabrina was going to make sure she demolished his control just like he demolished hers.

She locked her eyes with his as she bent down and reached under the hem of her dress, careful not to lift it. Luca’s blue eyes narrowed. She grasped the upper edges of her underwear and slowly peeled it down, making a grand production of it. She was glad she had thought of wearing one of Chase’s purchases for her. He loved women’s lingerie and often joked about the vicarious thrill he got while buying them for Sabrina.

Luca didn’t move, but his breathing had grown shallow.

“You want proof?” She held up her red panties with the tip of a finger, a hand on her waist, a hip cocked. Who knew she had it in her to be such a tease? She saw his grip tighten on the glass tumbler. “Here’s your proof.” She balled the fabric up and threw it at him. The splotch of flimsy red landed on his chest. He caught it with one big, tanned hand. She laughed nervously at the look of surprise on his face.

He recovered quickly and shot her a look so white hot Sabrina would not be surprised if his gaze bore a hole between her eyes. He rubbed the red silk between his fingers slowly. Sabrina had never seen such an erotic sight until his thumb grazed the crotch of the panty where the evidence lay. “Fuck!” he growled. "You’re wet.”

Her legs clenched at the sight of his finger touching the moisture on the fabric. What he did next turned her limbs to jelly.

Luca brought her underwear to his nose, closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply.

“Shit!” she whispered, scandalized and turned on as she had never been in her whole life.

He moved so fast she didn’t see it coming. The sound of the glass slamming on the counter top was the only thing that registered and then she felt arms grasping her shoulders. She was shoved down onto the couch so fast it made her head spin. Her head thudded against the backrest. She shut her eyes to block the intense glitter in his eyes as he loomed above her, his right knee digging into the couch beside her right thigh. She felt him cupping her jaw and his thumb caressing the skin between it and her neck.

“Look at me, strega,” he ordered, his voice low and husky. His warm breath wafted towards her. She fluttered her lids open, following his command. “I want your eyes on me the whole time.”

“Wh-what are you going to do?” she croaked in fearful anticipation. Going to have sex with you, silly. Obviously.

“I’m going to make you undone, strega.”

She stared at him stupidly. Her limbs felt heavy and he hadn’t even done anything yet! His hands went to her knees and nudged them apart. She felt his hand on her inner thigh, a trail of heat stroking and inching higher and higher. Sabrina sank deeper into the couch, afraid and yet excited by his questing fingers. Her eyes remained locked on his and she saw him watching her like a prey about to devour his meal. Her breath hitched when he played with her curls and then seized when she felt his fingers stroking her outer folds. He rimmed the slit, toying with the entrance.

“You’re soaking wet,” he murmured wickedly.

The skirt of her dress still covered her and gave an illusion of modesty, but underneath it, oh God, his fingers were touching and stroking and then entering her. She clawed at the throw pillow beside her as his fingers found a particularly sensitive spot that had her arching her neck. She wanted to close her legs and at the same time splay them wider.

“Eyes on me, strega.”

“I can’t-” she moaned as he flicked his wrist and changed the angle of his hand, his fingers scraping a spot that had her clamping her legs violently. “Oh, God!”