A Billionaire's Redemption - By Cindy Dees Page 0,64

he got home. He led her toward the sofas as they mutually stripped each other, he dragging her skinny skirt down over her hips while she fumbled at his trousers eagerly.

He groaned as her hand dipped inside his briefs, clasping him boldly and fanning the inferno that was his desire. She bumped into the back of the sofa, and he kissed her deeply, invading her mouth with his tongue the way he wanted to invade the rest of her body. Her hands shoved impatiently at his remaining clothing, and he stepped out of the puddle of wool. He eased her sexy little panties down and cupped her core, all but scorching his fingers on her eager heat.

She whispered hotly in his ear of how badly she wanted him and her fingers squeezed his flesh until he nearly exploded. His jaw dropped when she turned around in his arms and bent slightly over the back of the sofa. She gave him a smile and a come-hither look over her shoulder that brought a disbelieving grin to his face. Apparently, the lady had given way to the wildcat.

Gripping her hips, he guided her gently back and onto him, letting her find the perfect fit. She groaned his name aloud as he filled her tight heat, seeking the core of her desire. She rocked against him experimentally, and he savored the elegant curve of her spine as she arched backward into him.

“More,” she murmured.

As the lady requested. He pressed deeper into her by slow degrees, gritting his teeth as she slid up and down his length, wet and hot. He ventured farther and farther until she finally went still around him.

“You all right?” he managed to grind out, straining for all he was worth not to slam into her mindlessly. He felt her internal muscles relax and adjust to accommodate him, and then she was gripping him again, her body pulsing so sweetly around his, he nearly lost it then and there.

“Oh, yes,” she gasped. “I’m fine. More than fine. Fantastic.”

He moved slowly, worried about hurting her in this position that gave him such deep access to her body. She wiggled impatiently against him, silently demanding more. He loosed the reins on his lust a tiny bit.

“Please, Gabe. Don’t make me beg.”

“For what, baby?”

“For all of you. I want it all. Now. Please...” She ended on a keening moan that was so sexy he couldn’t stop his hips from rocking forward, from pushing to the hilt within her. Checking himself sharply, he withdrew partway and eased forward carefully once more.

“Again,” she panted.

“Faster,” she begged.

“Harder,” she demanded.

And he complied, dammit. How could he not? All his best intentions to be gentle with her went right out the window as she planted her hands on the sofa cushions and opened herself entirely to him, sobbing out her pleasure as he finally let go, pounding mindlessly into her, lost in her body and their mutual lust and the completeness with which she gave herself to him.

She arched up off the leather, shuddering around him as she cried his name out loud. Her orgasm went on and on, one spasm folding into the next until she destroyed what little control he had left. His own orgasm ripped through him like thunder and lightning. He shouted her name hoarsely, gripping her hips to his until their bodies were all but fused together. She shuddered out the final throes of her massive orgasm as he collapsed against her, covering her body protectively with his.

“You’ve killed me, woman,” he panted in her ear.

“Then we’ve died and gone to heaven,” she panted back.

He eased out of her limp body and lifted her in his arms, carrying her back to his bed. Next time, dammit, he would be gentle with her.

Except there shouldn’t be a next time. Any way he cut it, having sex with her was a mistake. She deserved more. He couldn’t give her what she needed, and continuing to have sex with her was selfish on his part, and potentially destructive to her. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. She’d already been hurt far too much already. It was clear she had a crush on him, and taking advantage of it made him the worst kind of cad.

Except he liked her, too. A lot. Too much, in fact. Was it wrong for the two of them to indulge in the private fantasy they’d both held for all these years? Maybe it was a good thing