Page 22 of The Tycoon's Affair: Tempted By Desire
She picked up the cue and moved around the table again, clad only in her T-shirt and panties. The soft white cotton hugged her bottom, revealed in all its lushness now.
Alexio had to admit that his jaded palate was well and trulyunjaded now. He’d never been so turned on in his life. He’d never been brought so close to the edge without even touching a woman before.
And then Sidonie stopped right in front of him, her back to him. He saw a sliver of pale skin, the gentle curve of her lower back just over the band of her panties. He saw the two dimples of Venus above her buttocks and nearly groaned out loud.
When she bent over the table and widened her legs to get a better aim the tiny thread holding his control together snapped completely. With a feral sound Alexio wrapped an arm around her bare midriff and deftly scooped Sidonie back against him, ignoring her soft squeal of surprise. He took the cue out of her hands, throwing it to one side.
She was breathing heavily. ‘That’s not fair. That’s blatantly against the rules. Obstruction.’
‘Damn the rules,’ Alexio growled, turning Sidonie around to face him. Her eyes were dark blue now, the pupils huge.
‘You win. I forfeit the game,’ he said.
Sidonie couldn’t hide the crestfallen expression on her face as she obviously considered for a second that she had been hoist by her own petard. Alexio wanted to howl in triumph, but he played it out.
‘So I guess this means you’re going to bed with a book then?’
Sidonie looked sheepish. ‘I don’t have one with me apart from my textbook.’
Alexio made a face. ‘Too bad...maybe I can change your mind?’
‘How are you going to do that?’
Sidonie’s breath was getting choppier. Her breasts under their thin cotton covering were teasing his bare skin now, making him harder.
‘Like this...’
Alexio picked her up and sat her on the edge of the pool table, then came to stand between her spread legs. He cupped her face and her jaw in his hands and did what he’d been aching to do all evening: he covered her mouth with his and sank into dark, sweet, urgent oblivion.
Sidonie clutched Alexio’s wide shoulders, her fingers digging into smooth hot skin. The question had been asked and answered. He knew she wanted this.
He felt so good between her legs—so big. Instinctively her bare thighs tightened around him, and the friction of her skin against the tough denim was exquisite. Their tongues met and duelled fiercely, stroking, sucking. Between Sidonie’s legs she spasmed and squirmed, seeking more contact with Alexio.
She was barely aware of one of his big hands leaving her face and going to the bottom of her T-shirt, tugging it up, urging her to lift her arms so he could lift it off completely, breaking the contact between their mouths to do so.
She opened her eyes and felt dizzy. Her T-shirt was a blur of grey behind Alexio, hanging precariously on the stool. Now she only wore her panties.
He looked down between their bodies and his hot gaze rested on her bared breasts. Sidonie had been naked in front of a man before...but it had never felt like this. As if she was on fire from the inside out. Her breasts literally throbbed for his touch. Aching...
He cupped them, making her flesh tingle. His thumbs rubbed back and forth across her tight, sensitised nipples and Sidonie dragged in a painful breath. Her heart was beating so loudly she thought it had to be audible.
‘You’re beautiful...’
Sidonie shook her head, about to deny his compliment, but he took the words out of her mouth as he pushed her back slightly and bent to take one straining peak into his mouth, sucking hard. Sidonie gasped. One hand went to his head, fingers tangling in short silky hair, the other moved behind her, balancing.
It was as if a wire of need was linked directly to the pulse between her legs, tightening the tension inside her, making her arch her back towards him. She felt desperate, wanton. When he moved to her other breast his hand cupped her intimately between her legs, and Sidonie moaned as he pressed against her where every nerve seemed to be screaming out for release.
One of Alexio’s fingers slipped behind her underwear and stroked her where she ached most. Sidonie’s breath stopped completely. His mouth was on her breast and that wicked finger was circling, exploring...
She was approaching her peak... She could sense it... The rhythmic pulsations of her body were gathering force—and then Alexio abruptly pulled back and stood up. Sidonie had to put her hands on his hips to stay upright. Everything had turned molten inside her.
‘Not here...’ he said roughly, his breath uneven.
‘Wh—?’
But Sidonie’s question was halted as she was scooped up into Alexio’s arms and he strode through the apartment to the stairs. Her arms had gone around his neck automatically and the friction of his chest against her deeply sensitised breasts was almost excruciating.
She looked at his face and his jaw was tight. He glanced down at her and that sexy mouth tipped up at one corner. Butterflies danced with the lava in her belly.
