Kept by Him (The Billionaire's Club 4)

She closed her eyes and took in a long, calming breath, which quickly left her when his hot hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her tighter against his hard chest. Those hands, their scent, the uncompromising way they held her, it was like he’d summoned out her desires that first night, like a genie from a bottle, and now he owned and commanded her.

Her heart sped, her breath quickened, her body tensed with a rush o

f desire so powerful, she was helpless to resist its magnetic pull as he tipped her head around to his.

“Take the day off with me.”

He lowered his forehead to hers, breathing intensely. Shuddering, she held her eyes closed, not wanting to open them, a strange sound of need groaning out of her throat. He made an answering sound, and for a moment, they breathed on each other, his hands sliding around her, while her own hands were at his shoulders—wanting to push him away, but not doing anything except clutching him with severely cramped fingers.

It felt like a lifetime had passed before he moved his head a fraction. She was ready. So ready. Born ready.

His lips closed over hers, acting like an adrenaline shot straight to her heart. His tongue flashed to hers, and she trembled with how much she wanted it.

He gathered her closer and into his arms, and she slid her hands over his wet shirt and wrapped herself all over him, urgent for closeness, for his hands, his touch, his voice explaining to her what she was feeling. Could he please explain to her what she was feeling?

Sensations swam through her bloodstream as he drew her tongue into his mouth and sucked on it with a growl of pleasure so deep, it curled her toes.

Her fingers were restless and slid into his hair, silky and thick, and his hands splayed on her back, sliding to cup and curve around her ass.

“I know what you want, princess. What you need. We’re both too wound up, I should’ve just stayed over last night and made love to you in the morning. We need this.”

He slid his hands up to cup her face and kissed her nose, then he brushed his lips almost tenderly across hers. He set a kiss on each corner of her lips. “This. This. This.”

He’d moved center on the lips again, and she opened and pushed her tongue out almost frantically to his, with her hands grabbing the waistband of his pants and tugging him harder, closer, as his hands clenched onto her face.

He angled his head and yanked her closer as he devoured her, then he reached to unzip his pants. She edged sideways so he could pull himself out, and when he did, she couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

Daniel sat there, his cock thrusting outward. So huge. She licked her lips as a painful need tore through her. She wanted him. The need was almost surreal, gnawing and destroying her. He wasn’t gentle with her, didn’t treat her like a maiden, she was all hot woman in his arms, and he would never let her forget it.

“Sit on it,” he said softly.

Her hands trembled as she tremulously pulled up her skirt and removed her panties, aware that he watched her.

He cupped her breasts and grunted, an animalistic sound, as she climbed over him, his palms engulfing them, torturing the small mounds, teasing the nipples into hardened little points that hurt.

She lowered herself as he gently sank his teeth around the base of one nipple, the sensations multiplying by the addition of his teeth as his tongue laved and swiped, suckled and suctioned. She floated in only feeling, only lust, only him.

He gave wild, primal little lust bites at her neck, her ear, and gripped her hips as he came back up, eyes fixated on her face. “Tell me you want me inside you, Monica.”

It came out in a desperate rush. “I want you inside me.”

His lips pressed down on hers with devastating gentleness as he gripped her by the waist, then he lowered her, slowly, as lost in it as she was, as desperate to be completely buried in her as she was to be completely penetrated. He held her down, gently gripping her hips.

“Tilt your hips, and tell me how it feels,” he rasped, as inch by inch, his hot, hard length advanced inside her. “Yeah,” he breathed, and she tilted her hips until she felt her body contract around him, her sex swallowing him entirely.

“Daniel,” she gasped, and a sound a little like pain squeaked out of her when they were fully joined, and he eased back.

“Am I too thick? Too big?” he gruffly asked, but she quickly begged, “Please, don’t leave me empty,” only to realize he had intended to lift her and pull her back down.

The sound tearing off her this time was all pleasure. He closed his eyes and set his forehead on hers for a moment, her heart thundering, their bodies melded, throbbing in unison, and nothing had ever felt like this. She gripped his jaw and set her lips on his, kissing him.

He groaned as though relieved to be surrounded by her, as though he’d been desperate for her flesh to massage him, hold him, caress him. He pulsed within her. Firm and warm.

When her hands clutched his shoulders and urged him, he inhaled through his teeth, flung his head back, and started to move with her. Her body clenched around his as she bounced slowly up and down. Her hips tilted vigorously, meeting his thrusts, progressively faster, seemingly deeper. He bit down on her shoulder, and pleasure raged through her like a thunderstorm. The sensations rose like a ride, taking her higher, higher.

“Daniel,” she cried, frightened, clutching him.

He was lost to the storm, too, biting into her neck now, breathing hard, “Oh, Christ … Monica … I can’t … I can’t wait…”