Meddling with a Millionaire (Case Brothers 1)

Catching the change in her mood, he joined her on the mattress, and reclined on his side. She set the plate between them.

He picked up a strawberry and offered it to her. “Please eat.”

Emma pushed herself up on her elbow and opened her mouth. He set the fruit between her lips, approval and lust glowing in his eyes as her teeth sank into the ruby flesh. Luscious and sweet, it exploded on her tongue like a sensual bomb, awakening her senses. She licked juice off her lips as he picked up another strawberry. Long before she finished the last one, she had a thundering need to get her hands on the erection straining against Nathan’s zipper.

Putting the uneaten sandwich on the nightstand, she brushed her fingers down the front of his jeans, watching his pupils dilate and his nostrils flare. Wicked delight rippled through her as she drew her nails upward along the same path. His hips shifted as she plucked at the button that held his jeans closed. Thrilled by his harsh breathing, she found the tab of his zipper and began to slide it down, one millimeter at a time.

“Emma.” Her name erupted out of him like a plea.

“Yes, Nathan?”

Pushing her hands away, he unzipped and stripped off his jeans. In turn, she shimmied out of her shirt, sweatpants and underwear, flinging them aside in her impatience. In less than a minute they knelt on the mattress facing each other, naked, inches apart, lungs burning with the rush of air that flowed in and out.

Emma was the first to move. She reached down and took Nathan’s hard length, sliding her hand up, then down. A roar rumbled in his chest. His shaft pulsed in response to her caress. Satisfaction blazed as he threw back his head and bared his teeth. Raw need poured from his throat, arousing her still further.

Longing to give him the same sort of pleasure he’d given her, she lowered her head. Before she could put her mouth on him and taste the silken texture of his erection or run her tongue around the head and up the sensitive vein on the underside, Nathan tumbled her onto the mattress.

Startled, Emma scraped the hair away from her face and searched his expression. Nathan knit their fingers together and rested their joined hands on the pillow beside her head. His stillness left her awash in uncertainty. Need pulsed through her. Days apart made her frantic for his long, deep kisses. Hungry for the possessive caress of his hands against her hot skin. She craved their joining as she had craved nothing ever before. Didn’t he want that, too?

Something in Nathan’s half-lidded gaze held her trans-fixed.

Emotion.

He dropped his lips to hers and made slow work of exploring her mouth. Lost in the stroke of his tongue, the sweet seduction of his breath against her neck, his teeth on her earlobe, she realized that it wasn’t all about physical desire for him. He cared for her. Maybe not to the point of love, but this was neither casual nor forgettable for him. She’d tasted the truth in his kisses and the way he made sure she was completely satisfied before he took his own pleasure.

A knot formed in her chest. Pretending this was just sex between them was going to be a lot harder with what she’d just realized. And her heart was more at risk than ever. Because hope had been awakened. Hope that caring could become more. Could become love. Anything less would shred her heart.

Shoving away her worries, she concentrated on the heat building in her loins as his tongue swirled around her breast in languid circles. A gasp tore from her throat as his mouth settled over her hard nipple and suckled her. Pleasure shot straight to her core. His hand followed, stroking down her body, sweeping away her last coherent thought. He explored her with delicate care, finding a host of sensitive spots that inflamed her yearning for him to touch where she burned.

Nathan had always been a considerate lover, but today she was too impatient, her desire too fiery, spiraling out of control. She wanted him to take her hard and fast.

“I need you.” Emma’s fingers bit into his shoulders. His weight pinned her to the mattress, but she could wiggle her hips, make him notice her hunger. “Inside me,” she gasped as his fingers slid between their bodies and found her heat. “Now.”

He obliged by shifting between her parted thighs, his knees against hers, opening her for his possession. Murmuring words of encouragement and appreciation against her hot skin, he braced his hands above her shoulders and rocked his hips forward, penetrating her with a quick, deep thrust. She arched her back and gripped his wrists as her world exploded in a dazzling shower of sensation. She opened her soul to the shattering wonder of their coming together and groaned in pleasure as her body expanded to accommodate his size.

When he was completely encased in her, he stilled, and dropped his cheek against hers. “Woman, you feel marvelous. Are you okay?”

With his weight pinning her to the mattress, their bodies fitted together as nature designed, she knew she’d never been better.

“Perfect.” She breathed the word reverently and rocked her hips, taking him even more deeply inside until he rested against her womb. She felt a flutter of delight. The first promise of her climax to come.

He slid one hand beneath her, cupping her derriere in his palm as he began that incredible slide in and out of her body. Pressure built faster than she thought possible and lifted her high into the sky where she fractured and rained back to earth in a thousand pinpoints of light. She returned to her body, drawn back by Nathan’s deep kisses.

“Next time we’ll go together,” he promised, resuming the long, slow thrusts that had pushed her over the edge the first time.

“I promise to try to be more patient,” she panted, soothing his cheeks with her fingers. “It will help if you don’t make me wait so long next time.”

“Make you wait?” he growled, moving powerfully against her, driving deep into her core with spectacular results. “You’ve been avoiding me—” A groan escaped his lips as she tightened her internal muscles and felt him shudder in response.

It was so easy to please him. Everywhere she touched invoked a reaction. He seized her lips in a passionate kiss as their lovemaking became more and more frenzied. Then, a guttural roar proclaimed his own release as he surged into her one last time, before collapsing onto her.

With her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her legs around his hips, Emma savored the peaceful aftermath of their lovemaking, knowing the cease-fire wouldn’t last. Soon he would slip out of her body and move away from her embra

ce, shattering the fragile intimacy created by the compelling attraction that exploded between them in bed.

Too soon, she would return to work and he would renew his efforts to distract her, but for now, she surrendered to the moment, feeling lazy and oh so very satisfied.

“Now, can we talk about how I made you wait,” he murmured, kissing his way down her neck.