Page 44 of Her Forever Billionaire

His hands on her breasts made her cry out, her fingers curled into useless claws as the sensations momentarily paralysed her.

He went tense, too. ‘You okay?’

‘Yes,’ she panted.

He bent, moving his mouth over her. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass and the sensations of his hot, wet tongue sent her insane. She had to get him naked. Her naked. Now.

But her fingers still failed. Trembling, panting, she half pleaded with him. Felt relief as she felt him hook her knickers. As he slid them down he knelt before her.

Kelsi had no choice but to lean back against the wall, her vision tunnelling as she looked down and watched her ultimate lover press his open, adoring mouth to her.

‘Jack.’

He glanced up and caught the look on her face.

‘Kelsi.’ He reached for her waist and took her to the floor.

She curled around him, clinging, unwilling to release him even to let him take off his clothes. She loved the kisses too much. The deep, delicious hungry kisses that made her feel as if he’d been aching to hold her like this for ever. The way he moved so ardently over her. As their mouths clung, his hands moved, undoing, trying to ease fabric aside. But still it wasn’t enough. He growled and pulled away so he could strip completely.

She watched, impatient, fascinated, desperate.

At last he rolled back, pulling her beneath him and bracing above her. Taking too long. Taking way too long.

His blue eyes devoured her, brilliant, intense, stunning. Honest—so honest in revealing his desire. In that timeless moment before his body claimed hers she was suspended in a bubble of other-world excitement, of disbelief as she saw he’d meant every passionate word.

‘Okay?’ he asked.

‘Oh, yes.’

She burst apart the moment he pushed into her. Her whole body a mass of quivering muscles that clamped on him, that released for the merest of seconds before clamping tighter again. It was like being totally submerged in a sea of heat and light and colours too brilliant to absorb. Eyes screwed shut, she cried out as she clung to him, unsure she was going to live through the intensity.

‘It’s not finished yet,’ he grated harshly, holding her close as she violently shook beneath him. ‘I won’t let it be. Not yet.’

Kelsi breathed carefully, her shudders easing as the sensations slamming inside her ebbed. And then he thrust deep—controlled, slow, his face rigid with the strain as he worked to bring her out again. But now Kelsi was all smooth and fluid and sure. Utterly replete, she arched up to him, sinuously rocking, not letting him keep the control he seemed so bent on. Refuelled by his flinching response, she forced a faster pace, faster still until his muscles bunched even more. She laughed delightedly as his eyes flashed pure fire and his face puckered under the strain of a pleasure that was almost pain. He breathed in sharply.

‘Jack,’ she said as she was submerged in the delight again.

Suddenly all the energy inside him poured out in a frantic, furious ride. He pumped so hard all she could do was wind her arms and legs around him and cling tight—swept back into the stormy oblivion that was strong enough to stop her heart altogether.

All power. All grace. All consuming. He was all there was—all she could see, hear, feel.

Her everything.

ELEVEN

In the blackness, sound returned. The thumping of her heart, the rush of her breath. Then the light came back, too, as Kelsi lifted her lashes and focused.

Jack was still with her. Only now he took more of his weight on his arms so she wasn’t so crushed.

‘Beautiful Kelsi.’ He kissed her—her lips, her face, her neck, all over. Soft, sweet, reverent passion. ‘You’re okay?’

She nodded contentedly. And then, despite her thinking she had zero energy left, she kissed him back, running the tip of her tongue along his lips, teasing them open some more so she could explore his mouth. Long, luscious kisses that were slivers of heaven.

He broke apart, moved to kneel beside her. ‘In a bed this time. In bed all night.’ He gathered her into his arms and carried her to her bedroom.

He was relentless in his attention. In the words he whispered throughout the night. In his pursuit of her pleasure.

She had no hope of holding out—and no desire to. She totally succumbed to the feelings she had for him, submerged in the sensations he pulled from her and the bliss of believing herself to be utterly desired. For the first time in her life she felt beautiful and special and sexy.

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