OneNightWiththeRebelBillionaire by One Night; the Rebel Billionaire

Author:One Night; the Rebel Billionaire
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-06-03T21:49:25+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

‘DON’T HOLD BACK, little girl…’ Adam had asked Roane in a deep silken tone that wreaked havoc on her nerves.

He had no idea what he was asking of her. But she’d nodded. She wondered if he had any idea how much power he wielded over her. How could he not? He was vastly more experienced and sexually confident than she was…

When he’d kissed her in the laneway with so much pent up emotion let loose it had rocked her to the soles of her feet; literally. She’d panicked when he’d led her towards the guest house, a part of her still recoiling from the idea of sex for sex’s sake. But when he’d understood her hesitation there’d been a stronger sense of inevitability that had motivated her to do something she’d never done before. She’d allowed him to take her by the hand and calmly lead her to bed…

Adam slowly lifted his mouth from hers and began to blaze a trail down her neck, the fingers on her stomach splaying and pressing downwards as if staking a claim. Mine, that hand said. Don’t move, I’m in charge—I’m going to take you the way you’ve dreamed I would.

Roane couldn’t seem to find her voice and when she did all she could do was ask shakily, ‘You won’t hold back either, right?’

He lifted his head and smiled; a slow, sexy, lopsided smile that sent every nerve in her body humming and created a dull ache in her chest. His fingertips trailed over the curve of her stomach to the button on the waistband of her trousers,

‘I don’t plan on holding anything back,’ he said in a voice as heavenly as velvety smooth dark chocolate.

Roane knew instinctively that he hadn’t meant the same thing she had. But that wasn’t what they were doing, was it? Holding back physically was very different from holding back emotionally. Perversely, since it was the one thing she’d told herself she didn’t want from him—she suddenly felt the loss of the emotion; darned fickle heart.

Adam bent and nuzzled her ear, which did nothing for her control over her vocal cords.

‘Trust me,’ he murmured huskily, the button on her trousers popping free and the zipper lowering.

His tongue traced the shell of her ear. ‘Breathe, little girl…’

Roane exhaled, then inhaled sharply, unaware she’d been holding her breath. That explained the ache in her chest, then. Where had her bravado gone—the unwavering certainty that it was right to let him lead her to where they were? The same inner sense of possible recklessness that had loosened her tongue to tell him she’d done nothing but think about what they were now doing all day long.

Gone the second she’d been struck by the reality of what she was doing, that was where. When she’d feasted her eyes on the perfection of his naked chest again and had felt the same cell-deep need to reach out and touch. She’d faltered then, her physical need for him so strong it had floored her.

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