Teased: Resisting the Billionaire Volume One

Melanie was stunned. The depth of his feeling, his emotion, his passionate desire was something she had never known in a man. He waited a moment and when she said nothing he turned his back to them and melted into the shadows of the forest. Melanie rose to stop him.

"Don't." Alex said, gently taking her arm. "Let him go. He needs to be alone. He's confused. He says he doesn't trust me, but that's not true. Melanie, I swear to you and a thousand people will line up to support it, I'm a man of my word. Choose him and your life will be wonderful. Choose me and -- I won't lie to you, there may be problems, but I will hold him to his word. He's my brother. He won't betray us." Melanie turned her head and looked up to the kind, gentle and smoking hot ,sexy man next to her. His hand was warm on her forearm; his breath caressed her naked shoulders.

"Melanie. Please choose me. Stay with me." The plea was gentle but desperate. He removed his hand from her arm and she turned away from him. Her mind was too full of questions. She needed to be alone too.

Then she felt his strong protective hands on her shoulders and a soft kiss against her flowing hair. She turned to him and gazed up into the dark, intense pools of shadow around his eyes.

"I need you." He whispered.

She could resist no longer. Reaching up to wrap her arms around his strong neck, she pressed her sweet red lips to his. He allowed his mouth to open and their tongues met, exploring, longing for each other. She felt his hands come to her waist and then lift her into his powerful arms. She melted into them, the fire of her passion beginning to rise. His presence, so close was overpowering to her senses.

"I don't care what happens tonight." She whispered as he laid her down gently in the sand and brushed her long hair aside, revealing the pale silver of her flesh in the moonlight. She lay on the sand waiting, the heat of his desire burning down upon her.

"I want you." She said. His lips found hers again and then her neck, her breasts, her abdomen. Everything was so different to the hunger of his brother. Alex was surer, more restrained, more thoughtful. Yet behind the thoughtfulness was the certainty of a desire even more intense than that of the passionate and highly sexual Sebastian. In moments, she was naked, her body writhing in the sand and crying out to be loved, taken, and possessed. His lips and tongue lovingly explored every contour and line of her naked body, finding their way inevitably lower to the pouting crevice of her desire.