At the Billionaire's Bidding by Trish Wylie

Author:Trish Wylie
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: romance, Love Stories, Contemporary, Women's Fiction, Fiction
ISBN: 9781426813740
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2008-03-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

THIS TIME THERE was no question about Shannon not joining in. No question at all—

regardless of where it would take her. She’d deal with the damn consequences later.

The door key she had been holding made a loud jangle as it hit the tiled floor. But Shannon couldn’t hear anything beyond the roaring in her ears, couldn’t feel anything but the pressure of Connor’s mouth on hers. She barely even noticed the taste of Dolly Mixtures in his mouth.

He was right. They weren’t done. Nowhere near it.

That one unmatched night of sheer passion had never left her memory. But the experience had been overshadowed by so much sadness afterwards that she now wanted nothing more than to overshadow the shadows with more of that same passion. She’d just been kidding herself she didn’t want that from the very second he’d walked in the door, hadn’t she?

It was why she couldn’t leave things be, why she argued with him so much. She’d been fighting against something she had no control over—she’d never had control of it.

Her hands bunched into tight fistfuls of shirt against his chest while she moved her head to keep her mouth constantly on his. And she felt dizzy for a second as the memory of his kisses invaded her mind, tangling the past and present together so that it was tough to know what was then and what was now.

The moment he ran his tongue over her bottom lip she sighed, opening up to him. Kissing him was good!

But it wasn’t enough. Not when her body already knew what could follow.

Instinctively her hands flattened, smoothing over the broad expanse of muscled chest, then lower—where she felt his stomach muscles contract. And when he dragged his mouth briefly from hers, she smiled as he grumbled down at her. ‘Slowly.’

Standing up on tiptoe, she continued smiling against his mouth. ‘We did slowly last time.’

‘And slowly worked if I recall.’ He pushed her back against the cool plaster wall, his head descending to the sensitive skin below her ear where his tongue flickered out to taste her and tease her even more.

Shannon raised her arms, frantically tangling her fingers in his short hair to draw his head up to see his face. When his eyebrows rose in question she told him firmly, ‘When we last did this I was a twenty-year-old virgin—slow was exactly what I needed. I’m a fully grown twenty-seven-year-old woman now who has just had a massive row with you.

What we’re about to do is make-up sex. Make-up sex isn’t slow.’

Connor grinned wickedly. ‘And I thought we were just kissing…’

‘We’ve never just kissed.’

At some point, while they’d been ‘just kissing’, he had let go of her face, his hands dropping to her hips to hold her in place. And while she had her arms raised he took advantage of the unrestricted access to her body, smoothing up her sides until his thumbs were underneath her breasts.

‘Make-up sex, huh?’ He looked down at his thumbs as they rose, tracing the lace of her bra through the thin material of her T-shirt.

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