Page 40 of The Boss

When I stiffened, he lifted his head briefly. “Relax, little dove. No one is here. I’m going to make you feel so good.” He spreadmy legs wide, bending both at the knee and I fisted my hands in anticipation.

I was already reaching a state of sweet rapture, floating on a spiral of clouds from his touch alone. Although he’d assured me no one was in the house, the moment he swirled his tongue around my clit, I slapped my hand over my mouth to keep from crying out.

Dimitrios wrapped his arms around my thighs, lifting my hips off the cool granite. I had to close my eyes, heat rushing to every extremity, a warm blush sliding into my cheeks. I’d never been licked this way. Every sound he made was a further indication of his desire.

After sucking on my clit, he buried his tongue into my tight channel and I was incapable of stopping a stilted scream. Laughing from the shame of my ragged sound, I bit my lower lip, twisting my head back and forth. I’d never had such pleasure and a series of emotions raced through me. I was cold and hot, anxious and floating on air, my mind completely frozen to anything but the utter bliss. I writhed in his hold, spinning out of control as he pushed a single finger inside.

He added another series of growls to my ragged moans, refusing to stop as I wiggled and shifted.

I was so tight, so hot and wet that I couldn’t seem to stop panting. He was driving me to a place I’d never been, the sheer ecstasy something I’d thought I’d never experience.

Using his fingers and tongue, he worked me over as he feasted on my tender tissue, and I lurched up from the counter. I gripped both edges, no longer able to focus on anything.

“Come for me, little dove. I need you to come.”

The powerful man didn’t need to ask me twice. As the rush of heat shifted to another wave of tingling sensations, my pussy clenched tightly. The orgasm rushed through me and I threw my head back as I’d done before, only this time, there was no sound.

He refused to stop, still driving his tongue deep inside. I was sensitive all over, bucking hard against his hold, but it didn’t stop another climax from rushing into my system.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.” I was breathless, incapable of moving any longer. As I dropped to the counter, I stared up at the ceiling, smiling from the way my body was convulsing.

When I’d stopped shaking, he eased my legs down, brushing the tips of his fingers down the outside of my thigh. He rose to his full height, very slowly gathering me into his arms. I was certain he was going to take me right now, shocked when he carried me from the room toward the stairs.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, locking my feet together. With my arms thrown over his shoulders, I allowed the tingling sensations to keep me floating on air. The scent of my desire was thick, but every time I inhaled, I gathered a whiff of his aftershave. I could easily become drunk off the delicious fragrance.

Somehow, he managed to walk up the stairs without taking his eyes off mine. I was certain he was doing nothing more than tossing me into the cold, bleak room, finished with the evening’s festivities. When he passed the open door, heading all the way down the hall, I found myself holding my breath.

He was taking me to his room.

There were no additional words spoken as he opened the door, kicking it shut once we were inside. Very gently he eased medown onto the bed, lowering his head and pressing his lips against mine. This time the kiss was tender. I touched his face, his stubble tickling my fingers. As he pulled away, I sighed, resisting reaching for him.

With only the moonlight streaming in from the blinds, I was fearful I wouldn’t be allowed to bask in all his glory. But the moment he took a step away, the warm glow of the bright moon illuminated him perfectly. I watched with a strange mixture of emotions as he pulled a weapon from the back of his pants. I hadn’t even noticed the gun until now. As he placed it on the nightstand, a series of shivers skated down my spine.

I had to remind myself he’d lost a brother, the closeness they shared similar to what I had with my parents.

But not my brother.

I wasn’t entirely certain I’d be able to recognize him any longer. His last visit to the States had been for my graduation. My high school graduation. The only other time had been when my father had won a humanitarian award. He’d flown in on the redeye and left almost immediately afterwards. I’d barely talked to him. Maybe not knowing my brother was best after all.

Dimitrios didn’t waste time before stripping out of his clothes. Once he did, a strangled sound erupted from my throat. I’d known he was striking in every way, the crisp white shirts and tailored suits unable to hide his powerful muscles. Nothing had been able to suppress his gorgeous physique or the hint of tattoos that had drawn my attention from the beginning.

The square line of his jaw was somehow sensual, even though it added to the dangerous persona that followed him everywhere.

Now, as he stood fully naked, the shimmering light accentuated his glorious masculine form, his broad shoulders and sculpted abs.

And I wanted all of him, every inch.

I rose onto my knees, resisting beckoning for him. He wouldn’t follow my directions. As soon as he started to crawl onto the bed, I inched away, knowing I couldn’t get very far.

He was in no mood to play, yanking me forward with enough force our bodies collided.

“I need to see you,” I whispered.

There was such an intense way about how he cocked his head, his chest still rising and falling from his increasing need.

“You will not run.” His deep voice sent a wave of vibrations through me. It was almost as if there was a raging storm outside, thunder rolling and lightning flashing.

That’s how strong our connection was.

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