Argentinian Billionaire (Blood and Thunder 2)

No surprise there when his cock was thrusting hungrily against her belly. It badly needed to be freed from the constriction of his jeans to test a place he knew would be more than welcoming. Rose’s clean wildflower scent had a top note of musk. His cock flexed in anticipation as he imagined sinking deep inside her tight warmth. She was standing so close, her breasts touched his chest. He could feel her nipples, taut and erect, pressing against him. His cock jerked impatiently. As if she wanted to help him, she reached out and cupped him. The sensation was exquisite. Even through the thick denim of his jeans, the sensitivity in her hands was more than evident. The urge to feel more of those touches clawed at his senses. Her lips were slightly parted as she watched the effect she was having on him, and when the tip of her tongue crept out to moisten the full swell of her bottom lip, the urge to sink deep became unbearable. She gripped his arms for balance as he took hold of her buttocks and lifted her onto his swollen cock, rubbing her against it until she was whimpering with pleasure.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded. “I want to watch you come.”

“Like this?” She meant they were fully clothed, he supposed.

“Why not like this?” He thrust his hips lazily…once…twice…

That was all it took.

He held her in place as she came violently and noisily. He rubbed his engorged cock back and forth until the pleasure spasms eased enough for her to draw a shaking breath and look at him.

“Oh,” she whispered.

“Exactly,” he murmured.

She was still trying to catch her breath when he rested her back on the long work table.

“But that was all for me,” she commented, staring at him with concern.

“It’s not unpleasant for me,” he assured her dryly.

He sucked in a sharp breath as her tiny hand found his cock. “What would you like?” she asked softly.

“You with your legs spread wide.”

“All you think about is sex,” she teased.

“And you never think about it?” he asked as she reached for the buckle on his belt.

“I think about it all the time,” she admitted with engaging candor.

She lowered his zipper, but as it was time for grown-up action, he took over. Working swiftly, he undid the buttons on her top. Her breasts sprang free. They were beautiful. She must have leapt out of bed in too much of a hurry to put on a bra. To find me?

She was bolder than he’d expected. Cupping her breasts, she displayed them for him. He loved this new, bold Rose. Dipping his head, he suckled first one nipple and then the other. Her skin was soft and her scent was fresh. She was perfect—and he was perfectly ravenous. She writhed beneath him, seeking more contact, while he caressed her breasts. He hadn’t expected such a wild and frantic hunger in a woman who had appeared so repressed before. Weighing her breasts appreciatively, he gently abraded the tips of her nipples with his thumbnails. “I think you like that,” he commented as she closed her eyes and groaned. “What else do you like? Show me,” he prompted.

Opening her eyes, she held his stare as she loosened the button at the top of her jeans. Taking the zipper down slowly, she said, “I like this part of my body to be touched—not yet,” she warned when he reached for her. “Take your shirt off. You’re overdressed.”

A woman had never instructed him to do anything, nor had he been held at bay by a woman before, so it pleased him to do as she asked.

“You’re magnificent,” she said, weighing him up as she might evaluate a stallion.

“You’re using me,” he said, reading her like a book.

“Am I?”

“You know you are,” he murmured. He could expect no sugary flattery from Rose. She hadn’t changed that much. She might be playing the siren now, but she was as objective as he was. He was fast discovering that they were similar in many ways, and it aroused him to think those similarities might not end here. If her appetite for sex matched his, this could be a very interesting encounter indeed.

“Lose your boots,” she murmured, “or you won’t be able to take your jeans off.”

“I’m not taking them off.” He followed her wide-eyed stare to his cock, which was currently thrusting hungrily toward her. “There’s no need, is there?”

She grabbed a swift breath and was obviously shocked, but she didn’t complain. Instead, she stared at him with challenge in her eyes. “You thought this was going to be easy, didn’t you?”

Taking hold of her wrists in one fist, he pinned them above her head. “I know it’s going to be easy.”

She bucked toward him as he drove his mouth down on hers, making sounds of need deep in her throat. It occurred to him then how many times he’d had sex without exchanging a single kiss. Kissing had never seemed necessary before, but possessing Rose in every way there was seemed to be an imperative now, and when she kissed him back, he exulted. At last, someone with a spine of steel who wasn’t afraid to take him on.

“Clothes off,” he instructed. As she took her clothes off, he ripped a foil to protect them both.