Teased: Resisting the Billionaire Volume One

"This is crazy. Just too crazy." She said.

Take me. For God's sake, just take me now! She thought.

The plane bucked again and threw him across the bed and on top of her. Their eyes locked for one endless moment as the plane banked and tossed in the air, the heat of their gaze melting the distance between them. She felt the scorch of his passion throbbing against her thigh.

Take me now. I'm yours.

She couldn't bear to say the words but in her mind, she was screaming.

He looked at her as though she were his already, as though she were a priceless possession. The feeling was exhilarating. It went against her nature to be desired in that way, but it excited her all the more because of it.

His lips pressed against hers, devouring, exploring. Her mound throbbed with desire and moisture flowed as she arched her back and pressed herself to him, abdomen to abdomen, pubis to pubis, fighting, struggling to reach a crescendo of pleasure, screaming to come closer together.

He was tall, strong, and the largest man she had ever lain with, in every way overwhelming to all of her senses. Again, the plane was banking and rolling but she didn't care. They tossed in the bed and before she knew it, she was on top of him, but not for long. His huge hands took her, one around her ass and the other at her neck, flipping her over to her back again and pinning her to the bed.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

She still couldn't say the words. He still didn't have her verbal permission, but he was taking her anyway. If her lips were silent, her body was begging him to go further. He was astride her now and carefully, methodically began unbuttoning her blouse. It was strange and exciting to see this bear of a man so meticulously undress her, one tiny delicate button at a time. She could feel his hunger mounting and see it in the swelling bulge between his legs. But he knew how to wait and take his pleasure slowly.

God, was she already coming? She could feel waves of pleasure in her own body begin to rise at first like tiny ripples, but then like ocean swells coming ashore, a tsunami of desire lifting up and increasingly asking for more.

Nobody had ever taken her like this before, and certainly not with her clothes still on.

Her blouse was open and her bare abdomen and bosom lay before him, scantily concealed by her bra, her heaving cleavage squeezed together like pure, soft apples of desire.