Page 5 of The Billionaire's Secret
"A lover. Someone who could arouse you with a glance, who would kiss you until you moan, someone who would pull you aside and take you while your husband mingles with the guests." I lean in close enough for her sweet sugary scent to lace my nostrils. Damn, but she's aroused. "Is that what you want?"
"No." Her eyebrows twist.
"Good." I release her so suddenly that she stumbles. "For when I take you, there will be no space for sweettalk, no emotions involved, no reason for hesitation. I'll treat your body like it were mine."
She draws in a sharp breath.
"You scared, yet?" I drawl.
"No," she mumbles.
"You should be."
A gust of wind blows her hair across her face. I reach up to tuck it behind her ear.
She shivers.
I unbutton my jacket, shrug it off.
She frowns. "What are you doing?"
I place it about her shoulders, position my mouth next to her ear, "When I finally drive into you, you'll weep not because I'm hurting you, but because you are empty without me."
Her breath hitches.
"Because you ache for me and will do anything for my fingers in you, my tongue on yours, the squeeze of my hand on your hips, the burn between your thighs as I drink from your wetness." I lower my voice.
Her breasts heave.
"When you plead with me to hurt you, to hold you down and claim you, to put you out of your agony even as you ask to be tormented further; when you beg for me with your pretty mouth, when you yearn to be filled in any way I deem fit... Then, and only then, I might let you come..." I pause, "Or not."
She swallows.
"And when I finally take you, it will be unexpected, life-altering, mind-blowing, intense. Everything else before will fade in comparison. "
Her breathing grows more ragged. Good. I step back, pull the lapels of my jacket together. My knuckles brush against her breasts and she shivers.
My groin tightens and my balls hurt. Fuck me, but this might be the first time I've talked myself into a hard-on—thanks to her.
"You want that, hmm?"
She shakes her head.
I chuckle. "If I touched you between your legs, you and I both know you'd be wet. And you are soaking, aren't you?"
She bites down on her lower lip, spots of color burning high on her cheekbones.
I lower my voice to a hush, "Answer me."
She trembles, "Yes."
"Do you want me?"
She tips up her chin, "What if I do?"
"All you have to do is ask."
"And you'll give me what I want?" Her eyebrows knit.
