Page 25 of The Tycoon's Ultimate Conquest
‘I’m going to have fun tasting them,’ Arturo told her conversationally. ‘Does it turn you on to imagine the feel of my mouth on your nipple?’
‘Stop!’
‘You’re red as a beetroot.’ Arturo grinned and gently tilted her averted face so that she was looking at him.
He vaulted off the bed, fumbled to make sure protection was handy and then he began getting undressed.
Rose stared.
She forgot all about her inhibitions because never had she seen anything so glorious in her life before.
He was all muscle and sinew, his broad shoulders tapering to a washboard-flat stomach. He ditched the shirt and raised his eyebrows with amusement at her rapt expression.
‘You have no idea,’ he murmured, taking a step towards her, at which she promptly hoisted herself onto her elbows, automatically leaning towards him, ‘what that expression is doing to my libido.’
‘Really?’ Riveted, Rose continued to stare at him.
‘Really,’ Arturo said drily, ‘but you’ll see for yourself soon enough...’ He burst out laughing when her eyes skittered away just as he began unbuttoning his trousers.
He seemed to revel in the intensity of her gaze.
The trousers were off.
The boxers followed suit.
Rose gulped. He was more than impressive. Big, thick, throbbing withwant.Standing there, he was absolutely lacking in inhibition, carelessly indifferent to the perfection of his nakedness.
Rose sat up, then slid off the bed to stand in front of him. She was half naked and now all she wanted to do was yank down the skirt but, before she could, he stayed her fluttering hand and moved towards her, holding her just for a moment so that she could feel his hardness pressing against her belly.
‘Allow me...’ he murmured.
Arturo wasn’t going to rush anything, even though his body must be clamouring for satisfaction.
He eased the skin-tight skirt off her to reveal plain cotton panties. For a few seconds, Arturo stilled.
He was kneeling and he drew back to look at her. Hands on her bare bottom, Arturo delicately teased the folds of her womanhood with a gentle touch, causing her to gasp and then exhale on a whimper.
When his tongue slid into the slippery crease she gasped again, this time on a guttural moan, and her fingers curled into his hair as she opened her legs wider to receive his attentions.
Rose was melting. Every bone in her body was turning to water as his tongue flicked over her, squirming deeper until he located the pulsing bud of her core.
The pleasure was intense, unbearable almost, nothing that she had ever felt before or could ever have imagined feeling. It was pure sensation and every thought, confused or otherwise, shot straight out of her head.
She realised that she was moving against his mouth in an unconscious rhythm.
She almost squeaked a protest when he drew back and stood up to lift her off her feet so that he could deposit her onto the bed, as though she weighed nothing at all.
Rose was expecting something fast and furious but instead he pinned her hands above her head, ordered her not to move a muscle and then sat back on his haunches to gaze at her with open admiration.
If this was how he was in bed with a woman, she thought in a heated daze, then she was surprised that there wasn’t a demanding queue of ex-lovers banging on her front door, braying for him to return to bed with them.
‘Just for the moment,’ he said huskily, ‘indulge me and allow me to take charge.’
With her hands still above her head, burrowed underneath the pillow, Rose half smiled.
‘Are you trying to tell me that you don’t take charge in everything you do?’ she teased, ‘because if you are then I don’t believe you.’
‘It’s true. Some people have accused me of occasionally being somewhat...assertive.’
