Playing the Billionaire's Game - Pippa Roscoe Page 0,52

cried out from her soul. In the days since they had first come together Sia had learned a lot about her body, her desires. He had taught her how to ask for what she wanted, how to listen to her body and know what that was. He had driven her to heights of ecstasy she could never have imagined in moments of beauty she could never have expressed to another living soul.

And after the agonising hours spent wondering and guessing she didn’t want to think any more. To question any more. No, she wanted to drown in the way that Sebastian was looking at her. As if she were both his salvation and damnation.

Silently she dared him. Dared him to take what he wanted from her. To do as he willed, for as long as he willed it. She saw the moment he understood, the flare of surprise in his eyes, the sparkle of golden flecks bright against deep, dark, unfathomable eyes. His hand wrapped around her waist, drawing her chest against his. She let her head fall back in surrender, relaxing into his hold, and he feasted on her. Open-mouthed kisses sent shivers radiating across her skin from her neck that she felt in her very core, as if he were already there, consuming her from within.

His hand came up to her hair, his fingers sweeping into the strands and firmly guiding her head back to his, his eyes locked on her lips again for the barest second before he claimed them for his own.

And she relished it, the powerful exploration he made of her, the press of his lips, the way his tongue filled her. She clutched at his shirt, clinging to him, wanting more from him. She felt utterly enthralled by his touch, his kisses, his command.

She was barely conscious that with one free hand Sebastian pulled the chair out from the table and walked them towards it. He positioned them in between the table and chair, pulling her onto his lap as he sat them both down.

Her chest unfurled against him as she sought to press herself deeper into him. Her gasped inhale must have pleased him as she felt his hands fist against her backside, as she drew her knees closer to either side of his hips, ensuring that she brushed up against the length of him, the hard, powerful erection leaving her in no doubt as to his desire for her.

His hands worshipped her body, tracing invisible pathways from her neck, around her breasts, over her taut nipples and down her torso and abdomen to her hips, pulling her once again against him in a way that made her want, need their clothes gone.

As if he sensed her urgency, his hands slipped beneath her dress, came up and over her thighs, his fingers hooking into the elastic band of her panties, his thumb firmly pressing against her clitoris, drawing a moan from her which he consumed with the kiss he still devoured her with. She writhed against his hand, her body shaking with need and urgency. He lifted her slightly, manoeuvring the thin strap of her panties over one leg, then the other, before returning her to his lap and casting them aside.

Her hands swept to the waistband of his trousers, making quick work of the fastening and the zip, pushing aside his boxers to feel the length of him in her hands, hot and velvety. Her thumb danced gently over the tip before positioning him beneath her as she held herself above him.

Her tongue danced with his and she risked a glance, startled to find his eyes staring into hers. She gently drew the kiss to a close, wanting to focus on him, wanting to see what he saw, to feel what he felt when she lowered herself down onto his length.

As she did she watched a hot, heady blush rise to his cheeks, saw the fierce control and concentration he was exerting over himself to allow her to take the lead in this. The way his pupils dilated to inky black depths drove her on. She held his gaze, the connection so focused it spurred her on, gave her confidence, made her want to relish the power he had given her.

She felt her muscles flex around him as the torturously slow way he filled her made her gasp again and again the lower she got, the skirts of her dress fanning out to cover where they came together, seemingly both indecent and