Taken by Him (The Billionaire's Club 2)

His blue-gray eyes gleamed in the darkness, and the mere nearness of his body made that place between her legs sting in remembrance.

“I didn’t lie to you!”

“Yes, you did. You said it didn’t matter.”

She stopped backing away when she felt the heavy long sleeve of a wool coat brush her shoulder. She absently pushed it aside, her eyes lingering on Luke’s shadowed face. “It doesn’t!” she cried. “But if it didn’t matter, you could have at least been honest with me…You’re not a beach boy, Luke. You don’t do ‘this and that’ like it’s nothing.”

“So what if I’m not? It doesn’t change things.”

“You introduced yourself as Luke Alexander!”

“Because it’s my fucking name!”

“You’re of the Chicago Prestons, Luke. That’s not nothing in my book. You’re richer than most countries!”

“So what the fuck is wrong with that?” Luke had stepped so close, he was invading her personal space with his towering form, and Peyton was having trouble catching her breath. She could hear his patience was being tested, his voice sharp around the edges and almost…dangerous. “The last thing I was looking for that weekend was another woman, and yet, there you were…determined to sit in that fucking chair, weren’t you, Peyton?”

She pressed back against the wall of coats, inwardly cursing the dead end. “A mistake I will never make again, so will you let me pass now?” She tried to move but he blocked her path.

“I know what you’re trying to do.” His hard chest pressed against her breasts, and his face inched too close for comfort. “And it’s working.” He slowly fumbled with something around his waist. “I’m jealous, Peyton. So fucking jealous, you don’t even have a minuscule little clue.”

She heard the rustle of fabric, and a soft thump when something hit the floor. He was fast, for before she even realized he’d dropped his jeans to the floor, his hands were already pulling up her skirt and in an instant she heard something tear. She gasped, frozen in place, when she heard another tear and realized he’d just torn both her hose and panties.

“I don’t like that bastard drooling all over you.” His hands cupped the sides of her bare buttocks and squeezed them hard, his fingers and thumbs digging into her tender flesh. “Especially when I’ve already staked my claim.”

“Luke, don’t—”

“Shh, I’m just going to remind you, sweetheart, because it seems to me like you’ve already forgotten me,” he said in a tone that promised to punish her.

His fingers sank into her buttocks and pushed her belly against his very large, very naked cock, at the same time he lowered his angry, dominating mouth to hers.

Peyton couldn’t explain why she twined her arms around his neck and returned his kiss with such abandon. She couldn’t see why her tongue pushed frantically, desperately against his while she moaned helplessly into his warm, angry mouth. She clung to his neck while his hands went to the back of her thighs to lift her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened her hold on him as he lowered her onto his hard, throbbing erection.

There was no hint of the lazy, cocky summer boy she’d met less than a month ago. This man wanted to possess, wanted to take, wanted it now, and he thrust inside her with the furious force of a battering ram.

Peyton threw her head back and cried out at the glorious feel of him filling up her body so high and so wide she could burst from the fullness. She’d ached for him—every day for the past few weeks had been hell without this, without him.

His lips dove to her neck and scraped desperately over every inch of skin, his tongue tracing a wet, thirsty path toward her chin as he thrust and rammed inside her.

“I can’t think of anything but you, woman.” His breath was hot against her neck. “I’ve fucked you ten thousand times in ten thousand different ways in my mind already.”

“I’ve thought about you, too,” she whimpered, her fingertips sinking into his buttocks as she clawed him to get closer, fuck her harder, push deeper.

The sensations built steadily, and her heart felt ten times its size inside her chest. Her sex was tense and terse around his cock, grasping his every powerful stroke.

“You’re driving me crazy, Peyton, and I don’t like it, not one fucking bit.” His lips ground over hers in furious, uncontrolled passion. She whimpered into his mouth as his thrusts became more frequent, his teeth biting into the flesh of her lower lip almost viciously.

It had been too long without him.

Too long.

Not days or weeks but a lifetime…her lifetime.

“Luke, oh, ohohohoh!” She came fast and violently in a rocking, earth-shattering orgasm, trembling in his arms as he kept on plowing inside her, harder and faster, his butt muscles clenching in her hands until he tensed and cu

rsed and exploded inside her.

For moments later, they held each other, unmoving, their breaths haggard. Peyton was the first to lower her feet to the floor and push him away, trying her best to find her ground.