Virgin for the Billionaire's Taking

Her hands flat against the hard muscles of his six-pack, she placed a line of kisses down his body, her lips moving lower until finally she placed a kiss of love and longing against the smooth, rigid hardness of the flesh that pulsed beneath the hold of her hand.

At last she had done it—had begged him as he had sworn that she would. His pride was appeased. And only just in time, Jay acknowledged. He wasn’t prepared to admit even to himself just how very few seconds more he would have lasted before his desire for her overwhelmed him and he had been the one begging her.

Now Jay couldn’t wait any longer. He swept her up into his arms and carried her back to the bed.

His desire to finish what they had begun drove through the barriers he normally imposed on himself, so that his lovemaking wasn’t confined to the mere physical skill he normally used to ensure his partner’s pleasure whilst he himself remained emotionally detached. That detachment was replaced with something he could neither control nor reject, that swept and burned through him, taking possession of him.

Keira herself was lost—totally and completely. All that mattered was Jay and what she was feeling. There was no room for anything else. Together they filled her senses and her thoughts. His lovemaking had taken her to the heights already tonight. Now he was showing her that there were heights beyond those heights—unimaginable peak after peak of such exquisite sensual pleasures that they burned her senses like a brand. Jay’s brand, she thought dizzily.

Keira was oblivious to the rustle of foil as Jay fought to control himself long enough to practise safe sex, knowing only that he had moved away from her. Wantonly she urged him back to her, with soft pleas interspersed with hungry kisses and caresses.

The return of the hard weight of him between her thighs made her shudder and arch up against him, her hands gripping his shoulders as he moved against her, thrusting slowly into her.

How could there be such an intensity of pleasure? It was driving her forward to meet it, to meet him, as he filled her body, possessing it—possessing her. It grew and sharpened, and an urgent, compelling need rushed through her, refusing to be checked, matching its pace to Jay’s deepening thrusts.

The world—no, the universe, his universe, Jay acknowledged, had become the feel of Keira’s flesh enclosing him, the feel of being with her and within her. This was all that mattered—the only thing that mattered. He thrust deeper, and felt the barrier that barred his way. The barrier? She was a virgin? How could she possibly be a virgin? Disbelief, followed by anger, followed by outrage, burned through him.

Why had Jay gone so still? That wasn’t what she wanted. Keira moved eagerly against him, covering his mouth with her own, showing him with the hot, urgent thrust of her tongue just what she did want.

Caught totally off guard by his discovery, and by the way it changed the dynamics of what was happening, Jay wanted to withdraw from Keira. But both her body and his own were conspiring to prevent him from doing so. Her flesh clung wantonly to his, enclosing and possessing him in its soft moist heat, overwhelming what his brain wanted his body to do. His body had very different ideas. He moved, intending to pull back, but Keira moved with him, and within the space of one sharp indrawn breath it was too late for him to stop—too late for him to do anything but submit to the demands of their shared desire.

This time the pleasure was different, Keira recognized: deeper, stronger, its convulsions tightening around Jay’s flesh and holding him there until her orgasm became his, and his hers. Until she was stormed, swept, elevated to a place beyond any place she had ever thought could exist, to a depth of intensity that shocked her as much as it pleasured her.

CHAPTER TEN

A VIRGIN—how could she have been a virgin? Jay stared grimly into the darkness whilst Keira slept at his side. It angered and disturbed him that all his preconceptions about her had been so very wrong, and that as a virgin she had been so far from his original assessment of her. It angered him that his judgement of her had been so glaringly wrong. He felt betrayed by his own inability to assess her correctly, and further angered by the belief that she would now have expectations and ambitions that he had no intention of fulfilling. Had he known the truth about her he would have warned her off, making sure that they did not have sex. By concealing her true sexual experience from him, or rather her lack of it, she had allowed him to go on believing what he had, putting him in an untenable situation. Deliberately?