Merger to Marriage (Boardrooms and Billi - By Addison Fox Page 0,41

There was something about this man. He was the only one who’d ever made her feel this way. The only one who had ever made her lose control, even as she discovered herself.

She’d never been one to consider her world ordered, like Camryn, or full of pure ambition, like Keira. Instead, she’d drifted, like a ship at sea. There’d been some destination in mind—some endpoint—but she’d let life’s waves carry her along. Until Holt. He’d climbed aboard and taken the reins, and she knew she would never been the same.

“Make love to me.” The words floated from her lips, lazy yet strong.

Demanding.

The desire that drove both of them ratcheted up once more as the moment changed, grew more urgent.

He reached for her hand, stilled it with his own, then shifted so he could move down her body, his mouth flying over her with the intent to possess. Hot, liquid kisses branded her throat before scorching a path to her breasts. The same heat turned liquid between her thighs as his mouth closed over one nipple, his fingers plying the hard peak of the other.

The sly curl of need that rode low in the belly punched up and became greedy, her legs writhing against his body as the sensations became more urgent. And as the pleasure built, now familiar yet so deeply exciting, she slid underneath him, memories of the previous week still fresh in her mind. He’d played the hunter long enough.

It was time to turn the tables.

…

Holt felt himself drowning in the glorious woman beneath him. Her lush curves and long, artful limbs were a feast for the senses, and he intended to savor every morsel. He sensed the shift in her body, and reacted by pressing lightly with his weight to keep her moaning beneath him, before she slid craftily over him.

“My turn.” The whispered words were like an accelerant to flame, especially when matched with the movements of her body as she quickly straddled him. The light weight of her, pressed intimately over his hips, pushed his already aroused body another step toward the edge. When he reached up to cup her full breasts in his hands, her eyes grew darker, their depths so deep and rich he could drown in them.

Her delicate fingers gripped the hard length of his penis once more while her long hair fell against his torso, the thick strands tickling the muscles of his stomach. The warm, giving woman in his arms teased and tantalized, tortured and tormented. And she was his.

“Mayson.”

Before he could utter anything else, her mouth closed over him and he was lost. Heat, so much heat, consumed him. It battled with the intense pleasure that radiated from the core of his body, tightening his muscles and pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

He knew he was spellbound as she continued to work his flesh with her tongue. She managed his physical cues, movements he wasn’t even conscious of making, and adjusted so that each stroke of her tongue pushed him harder, drew him further on toward that place where nothing existed but the magic between the two of them.

“Mayson—” Her name ripped from his throat as he caught himself, nearly over the edge and well on his way to taking the moment. He dragged at her slender shoulder, tugging her toward his chest. “Together. We’ll go together.”

A wanton smile spread across her mouth, but she said nothing as she continued to weave her magic. With deft movements, she straddled his hips, taking him deep into her body. He was nearly blinded by the pleasure, but still forced himself to watch her, to keep his gaze on her face so he could look at her as she took her pleasure.

Movements generous, she lifted her body over him before coming back down, the sinuous flow of motion igniting another shockwave within him. He gripped her hips, desperate to manage the pace—desperate to gain some of the control he’d lost to her generous ministrations. He reminded himself to hold on as she rode him through another hard crest of pleasure, tried to tell himself to make the moment last, but as his gaze caught on hers, Holt saw the haze of her own pleasure reflected there.

And in that moment he was lost.

Chapter Nine

Mayson cuddled in Holt’s arms, satisfaction warming her body in easy relaxation. Had she ever felt anything like what was between them?

His arms tightened around her shoulders, pulling her against his chest as his breathing evened out, and