The Billionaire's Virgin Temptation

A low moan escaped Ruby’s lips and he glanced upward to find her lower lip caught between her teeth. ‘You have beautiful breasts,’ he murmured. ‘So responsive.’

She shifted restlessly on the mattress, her fingers going to the top button of her shirt. Sam shook his head, straddling her and taking both her wrists in his hands and placing them on either side of her head. ‘Let me,’ he ordered roughly. ‘I told you in the limo that I’d be taking my time when I finally got you horizontal. If you use those clever fingers on either one of us you’ll destroy what little control I have left.’

She moistened her lips, heaving a sigh. ‘There’s no need to take your time. I’m so ready, Sam.’

Enjoying having her at his mercy, he bent over and licked the seam of her lips, moving back before she could tangle her tongue with his.

‘Stop teasing,’ she moaned.

‘Oh, Clarkson,’ he chuckled. ‘I haven’t even started yet.’ But he was very afraid he wouldn’t get to do everything he wanted to do because with every expanse of creamy skin he exposed he lost a little bit more of himself in the process. Knowing he should probably be a bit more worried about that, he couldn’t bring himself to care. Especially when she was now naked save for a pair of panties emblazoned with the slogan Right Here, Right Now.

He quirked a brow in question.

Ruby gave a husky chuckle. ‘Christmas gift from Molly. I wasn’t expecting anyone else to see them.’

‘Just make sure no one else does,’ Sam growled, taking her mouth in a searing kiss that set them both to panting.

Working down the slender column of her throat, he shifted lower so that he could cup her breasts and admire the dusky-rose peaks. She arched up from the bed, her fingers kneading his waist and bunching his T-shirt high. Raising his head, he reefed it off over his head one-handed and groaned as her nails raked down over his torso and belly, covering his rigid length with the flat of her hand, his erection surging against the laces of his board shorts.

With growing urgency he trailed hot kisses over her collarbone, rubbing his stubbled jaw across one taut nipple and then the other before covering them in turn with his mouth, torturing her responsive flesh with his tongue and teeth before taking her deep into his mouth.

She moaned, arching higher off the bed, and Sam’s hands went to her hips as he kissed lower. ‘Much as I like these,’ he murmured, shifting to the side and pulling her panties down her long legs, ‘they have to come off.’

Smoothing a hand down her body he hooked one of her legs over his outer thigh and slid a hand down between their bodies to cup her silken curls. They were damp, the scent of her arousal turning him even harder as he parted her and stroked his fingers inside her silken heat.

She sobbed his name and need surged inside him. ‘God, Ruby, you’re beautiful.’ Shifting lower, he urged her onto her back and held her thighs apart, kissing the backs of her knees before moving higher.

‘Sam—’ she gripped his hair, her fingernails digging into his scalp and sending goose pimples along his nape ‘—I need—’

‘I know what you need.’ He eased her thighs wider to fit his shoulders between them and touched his tongue to her tender flesh. She writhed beneath him and he had to anchor her hips to the bed with his forearm as he feasted on her honeyed centre, lapping at her and teasing her until she was keening and thrashing, and calling his name over and over.

He could tell she was close, her body shuddering and moving against him, and he quickened his movements, driving her higher, needing to hear her come for him, needing to feel it against his tongue. It had never been like this for him before. This deep-seated need to please a woman, to hear her soft cries of surrender as he pleasured her. And when finally she peaked it was the sweetest moment he could ever remember having.

Not giving her any time to recover, he crawled over her supine body and took her mouth in another drugging kiss. Despite his highly aroused body, it was almost enough: pleasuring her and having her come apart in his arms. But then her nimble fingers reached for the laces on his shorts and he knew she was as hungry to have him inside her as he was to be there.