Playing the Billionaire's Game - Pippa Roscoe Page 0,38

into the welcome wet heat of her mouth and he wanted more. With a restraint and a patience almost unknown to him, he guided her through the doorway and walked her backwards to the bed without breaking the kiss.

Her hands roamed across his chest, leaving trails of branded skin, her short nails kneading into his arms and back, making him want to roar. Instead he pressed his lips against the curve of her neck, allowing his teeth to gently scrape against the sensitive skin there, relishing the shudder that shivered down her body and into his hands. She threw her head back in pleasure and he couldn’t resist pressing open-mouthed kisses from her neck to her shoulder, gently moving the strap of her negligée aside, exposing just that bit more of her to him and drawing his attention to the way her taut nipples pulled at the silk across her chest.

Unable to stop himself, he took her covered breast in his hand, running his thumb over the stiff peak as he pressed kisses against the seam where skin met silk. She writhed like fire beneath his fingers and tongue and he wanted to consume every twist and turn of her, his pulse now like a drumbeat in his ear and mind.

She’s mine, she’s mine, she’s mine.

Her own hand came up to the strap on her other shoulder, pulling at it, releasing the last thing holding up the silk between his skin and hers other than where it was caught in his hands at her chest. All he had to do was release her, release it, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it yet. Her breasts, even covered, fitted perfectly within his hands, his mouth.

She shifted restlessly against him and he widened his stance as her legs instinctively slipped either side of his thigh. This time he couldn’t help the growl that formed in his throat as she pressed against him and her moan sank into his skin. His hands flew to her shoulders, securing the straps beneath his palms, holding her back or drawing her closer, he didn’t know any more.

His arousal pressed almost painfully against his trousers and he wanted nothing more than to tear the clothes from their bodies. But Sia was an innocent in the truest sense of the word and that meant that he put aside his own wants.

She looked glorious in his arms, her head cast back, the long trails of thick golden waves falling down her back almost reaching the base of her spine, her eyes having drifted shut as if lost in the sensual pleasure she was experiencing. He wished he could stop this moment in time, record the way she looked in this very moment. Because he had never seen anything more beautiful.

He couldn’t help the curve to his lips as her eyes opened and she lifted her gaze to his. He gazed at her, trying to imprint this image on his mind, his memory, the gentle light cast by the moon shining on silk and catching in her hair. For a moment Sia seemed to study him in the same way and he wondered what she was thinking, what she was seeing. And then her hand came up around his neck and pulled his lips to hers and his mind went blank as he was lost to everything but the feeling of her tongue against his, her fingertips winding into his hair, the pull of his waistband from where her hand had sneaked between them.

Dios, he wanted her more than anything he’d ever wanted before. It was so much and so intense he struggled to keep the tremors from his touch. Finally, unable to take it any more, he released his hold on her arms and the straps caught beneath his palms and he watched, captivated, as the blue silk slid from her body and pooled at her feet, leaving her naked to the moonbeams and his scrutiny.

‘I have no words,’ he said, his gaze raking across every inch of beautiful smooth pale skin.

‘You don’t need words,’ Sia said, reaching for the waistband of his trousers with a confidence that astounded him. Not because he didn’t think her capable of it, but it was a confidence, a trust, that she had placed in him.

He caught her hand and held it against his chest for just a moment before he reached for her, picking her up and smiling as she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He kneeled onto