The Virgin's Debt to Pay

Nessa’s throat went dry. Luc Barbier telling her he wanted only her was more than she could handle. Treacherously, she could feel her resistance weaken.

Her heart thumped unevenly. As if trying to soothe a nervy foal, Luc gently cupped her face with his hands, tipping it up to him. He filled her vision.

‘I want you, Nessa.’

Her mind raced. Could she really handle another intimate encounter with this man? He was already sliding under her skin in a way that mocked her for thinking she could separate her emotions from the physicality.

Dark grey eyes held her captive. ‘This is just physical. Don’t overthink it. It has nothing to do with your brother or the debt. This is just for us.’

He was saying all the right things to make her weaken even more. Just physical. She could keep her emotions out of it if he could.

r /> Nessa was afraid she could no more refuse what Luc was offering than she could stop taking her next breath. She reached up and traced the hard sensual line of his mouth with her finger, overwhelmed that he wanted her so much.

A sense of fatality filled her. She knew she couldn’t resist. She reached up and pressed her mouth against his in a silent gesture of capitulation, unable to articulate it any other way.

Luc didn’t like to acknowledge the surge of triumph he felt when Nessa’s mouth touched his. He didn’t like to think of the swirl of emotions he’d just seen in her expressive green eyes. But it wasn’t enough to stop him.

He wrapped his arms around her and backed her up against the wall so that he could fully explore that lush and sexy mouth that had been haunting his dreams for days now.

She was as sweet as he remembered. Sweeter. Her small tongue darted out to touch his, and went back again. He captured it, sucking it deep, making her squirm against him. His aching flesh ground into her soft contours and Luc knew that there was no stopping this now. He had to have her with a hunger that was unprecedented.

Somehow a sliver of cold realism entered his head and he took his mouth off Nessa’s for a moment. ‘I need you, here, right now...’

She looked up at him, eyes molten pools of desire. Slightly glazed. She bit her lip. ‘Okay.’

Luc took his hands off her even though it was the hardest thing. ‘Take off your clothes.’

Nessa shivered, feeling vulnerable for a moment, but then Luc started to disrobe and she couldn’t take her eyes off him as he cast aside his jacket, waistcoat, tie, shirt, and unbuckled his belt.

In a bid to try and keep breathing, Nessa reached for the zip at her neck, but her fingers fumbled and were clumsy. Luc was bare-chested, his trousers open, showing the trail of dark hair that led down into his underwear. She couldn’t function.

He stepped forward and said, ‘Turn around.’

She did. His hand came to her zip, pulling it down, and then the top slid off from her front. He opened her bra and turned her to face him, pulling it off completely. The crowds outside the VIP box roared as another race was won, but Nessa barely noticed.

Luc discarded his trousers and she could see where the material of his underwear was tented over his erection. Her mouth watered.

‘Your skirt. Take it off, now.’

The rough quality of his voice made the flames lick even higher. Nessa knew she should be feeling more self-conscious as she shimmied out of the skirt but she felt emboldened under Luc’s appreciative gaze.

For the first time in her life she felt a very feminine thrill of power. It was heady to know she had this effect on a man like Luc Barbier, who was normally so in control.

As soon as the skirt pooled at her feet, she kicked off her shoes and dropped a few inches in height. Luc yanked down his underwear, freeing himself, and pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her and hauling her up and into him as his mouth landed on hers and he devoured her.

She loved the feel of his hard body next to hers. It made her feel delicate and soft. Her arms twined around his neck as she lost herself in his kiss and she wasn’t even aware that he’d carried her over to a seat until the earth tilted and she realised he was sitting down and she was straddling his lap.

His hands felt huge on her back and his mouth was on a level with her breasts. He surrounded one hard peak in hot, wet, sucking heat and Nessa’s head fell back. When his teeth teased her tender flesh she sucked in a breath, tensing all over.

His erection was thick and long between them. She reached down and touched him, feeling the bead of moisture at the tip. He hissed a breath and she heard the sound of foil being broken before Luc set her back slightly to roll protection onto his length.

He reached for her again, putting his hands on her hips. ‘Sit up slightly...that’s it...’

As he manoeuvred her into position over his body, Nessa had never felt more animalistic, or earthy and raw. Luc ripped the side of her panties so they were no longer an impediment, and she felt the thick, blunt head of his erection against her slippery folds.

She had a moment of remembering the brief pain of his first penetration, but as if he were reading her mind his hand soothed her, up and down her back, and he said, ‘Trust me, minou...it won’t hurt again, okay?’

She nodded, bracing her hands on his shoulders as he slowly joined their bodies. Nessa couldn’t look away from his eyes as, inch by inch, he filled her so completely that she couldn’t breathe.