Tell Me You're Mine (The British Billionaires #1) - J. S. Scott Page 0,84

cried, right before his hand clamped over my mouth.

“Quiet. Remember?” he admonished. His torso stretched out on top of mine.

I nodded and he took his hand from my mouth. “It’s hard,” I whined quietly.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea how hard it really is right now. I’m going to make you come, but I really don’t want to share your pleasure with my driver.”

“Tell me you have a condom,” I pleaded quietly, my body begging for release.

“I don’t,” he said. “But it’s not necessary right now.”

I was panting as I tried to stem my disappointment. I needed Damian fast and hard to satisfy the need he’d stoked inside me.

His whole bossy do-what-I-say prelude had me panting for more.

He was probably enjoying it, but I was a complete mess.

I’m going to make you come.

Ha! He hadn’t mentioned that he couldn’t do that until we got back to his house.

I started to sit up, but Damian pushed me back down firmly, and then took my right leg and stretched it over the back of the seat until my legs were spread wide open.

He looked at me and put a finger to his mouth in caution right before his head disappeared between my open thighs.

A strangled gasp left my lips as I felt his tongue probing, stroking over the thin lace of my panties.

Holy shit!

I bit down on my bottom lip, trying to hold the mewl of pleasure that sprang to my lips.

Damian teased, his tongue sliding along the edges of my panties, but never making it to the place where I really needed him.

I slapped one hand on the back of the seat, and clawed at the leather as Damian did everything in his power to drive me out of my mind.

“Please,” I begged in a soft tone, trying not to be too loud.

Just when I thought I was going to scream in pure frustration, he gripped the crotch of the sexy panties and gave them an enormous tug.

They tore away from my body under the brutal assault, and I heard Damian growl as his mouth covered my pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” I chanted as he went down on me with very serious intent.

No more playing.

Damian Lancaster was now apparently determined to make me come, or die trying.

I tossed my head from side to side as I panted, waiting for him to bring me the release my body demanded.

It was so damn hard to stay quiet, to stifle the cries that rose to my throat in response to what his wicked mouth and tongue were doing between my legs.

“Oh, my God,” I hissed, no longer capable of staying completely silent. “Yes, Damian. Please. Make me come.”

I couldn’t take any more.

I tamped down a scream of elation as I felt his fingers fill me, working in the same rhythm as that incredible tongue on my clit.

My body began to implode as I felt my climax building.

I didn’t care who was listening.

I had to scream.

I slapped my own hand over my mouth, and settled for whimpering into my palm as my orgasm hit full-force.

All I could do was lay on the leather seat and tremble in the aftermath. “You ruined me…again,” I told him once I’d caught my breath.

He pulled me up as I recovered, and cradled me on his lap.

He nuzzled my ear as he said, “If I keep ruining you, I might just have to marry you, woman.”

I knew it was a joke, but my body tensed up a little anyway.

I couldn’t find a single witty thing to say to him in return.

Really? Like His Grace would ever marry a nobody American woman like me, shotgun wedding or not?

Maybe I would have laughed at his comment if it hadn’t made my heart ache so damn badly.

CHAPTER 30

Nicole

“YOU LOOK ABSOLUTELY beautiful, Nicole,” Bella told me as she strode into the sitting room in the east wing of Hollingsworth House.

I did a last mirror check on my appearance. “Because of you,” I reminded her.

I’d spoken to Bella this morning, nervous because I wasn’t sure I had the appropriate formal wear for her gala.

She’d been insistent that I come to Hollingsworth House right after breakfast.

Who knew that we could search through pictures on the internet, and have a ball gown delivered a few hours later?

“I’ll take no credit for how you look tonight, dear. All I did was provide a means to get a dress. The makeup artist and hair stylist were already here for me.”

Yes, but…she’d lent me those resources without a qualm. I’d