The Billionaire's Masquerade Page 0,17
cute cottage, aren’t you?” she asked, smiling with eagerness. “From the first moment I saw it, I was wondering what would be inside.”
He thought about laughing but restrained himself. He had a massive house with all the latest technology and grand views of the ocean but this woman wanted to see the tiny cottage he was refurbishing? Priceless!
“The cottage it is,” he told her. Again, he thought about telling her who he was, but again, her hand moved. Onto his thigh! Damn! He wanted to bury himself inside of her and make her as crazy as she was making him.
“Come on, woman,” he growled as he slammed the car into park. He didn’t wait for her to step down, lifting her into his arms and carrying her into the cottage. There wasn’t much inside yet, but thankfully there was a comfortable bed with a quilt that his housekeeper had sewn. She’d even insisted on several pillows, all of which he shoved off of the bed after placing Rachel in the center.
“Now that we’re alone,” he said and leaned over her, holding himself separate with his arms braced on each side of her.
Rachel didn’t want to wait. She was finished waiting and now was a time for action. Her fingers weren’t very adept, but they finally got his shirt undone and her hands smoothed over his skin that, just this morning she’d been desperate to touch and explore. Now, she gave her hands the freedom to go wherever they wanted, smoothing over all those magnificent muscles, learning all of their dips and ridges.
She vaguely felt him pulling and tugging at her own clothes, but she hadn’t realized how efficient he was until he lowered his head to kiss her breast, his lips skimming across the lace of her bra and she cried out, arching upwards so that he would do more than just skim. But then his hand cupped her breast and it still wasn’t enough. “More,” she begged. “Please!”
Emerson watched with fascination as her nipple pebbled in the dim light of the moon coming through the windows. He thought about turning on the light beside the bed, but didn’t want to take a moment away from her.
Rachel’s hands gripped his waist when his mouth nuzzled the lace away from her breast. When his mouth actually captured her already pert nipple, she gasped and tried to wiggle away, the heat too much for her, but Jack wasn’t going to allow that. He did smile though and moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. And Rachel realized that being without his mouth there was strangely worse than being without it. “This is crazy,” she gasped when he gently bit then soothed the tender flesh with his tongue. “Please don’t stop.”
“I doubt an earthquake could stop me now,” he laughed, a deep husky sound that reverberated throughout her body.
His hands had already dispensed with her skirt but deftly removed her lace underwear, leaving on the thigh high stockings.
“I love these,” he told her, nuzzling the lace there on her upper thigh. If I’d know you were wearing these earlier today, I never would have let you get into the car.”
She couldn’t help but laugh, trying to breathe deeply. “I hate pantyhose,” she whispered, bracing herself for whatever he might do next.
“I approve of your distaste,” he came right back and her underwear was suddenly gone, his fingers smoothing over her skin. “You’re like silk.” His fingers teased and tortured. “I’d like to see all of you, Rachel.”
“No, just…”
He laughed, holding her hips in place. “I guess I phrased that incorrectly.” With a firm hand, he moved between her knees, spreading her legs so he had unhindered access to his goal. “I should have said, I will see all of you.”
“No,” she whispered again, still trying to squirm away from him but then his fingers touched her there! And she was no longer squirming away. Her body froze, experiencing a man’s touch for the first time. When she felt it again, she unconsciously moved closer, giving him better access. “Oh,” was all she could say.
Emerson wanted to laugh at her reaction, but he was in too much pain and he was too fascinated to stop. He wanted this woman. All of her! And with that in mind, he bent his head, his mouth covering her core and she sat up, gasping with the newest sensation. “Jack!” she cried out.
He was relentless and wouldn’t let her get away from him. From this