Miranda Lee - Australian Bachelors - Masterful Magnates

He deepened the touch, taking possession in a manner that left no doubt as to how it would end, and she caught hold of his shoulders and held on, aware his hands shifted as one cupped her nape while the other slid down to her bottom and pulled her in against him.

Lara had little recollection of when she lost the towel, or Wolfe his, aware only there was nothing separating them and his erection was a hard, turgid length against her stomach.

A soundless gasp echoed in her throat as he shifted towards the bed, then in one fluid movement he removed the covers and gently eased her down onto the sheets.

For a heart-stopping moment she could only look at him as he caged her body with his own.

His eyes were dark, so dark and slumbrous … watchful, waiting for several seemingly long seconds, then he lowered his head to her breast and brushed his lips to its soft fullness, exploring in a manner that drew sensation spiralling from the depths of her womb.

He used the edge of his teeth to tease and nip a little, before fastening on one hardened peak to suckle shamelessly. Then he moved to render a similar salutation to its twin, feasting in a manner that wrought a strangled groan from her lips.

Not content, he trailed a path to her navel, explored it with the tip of his tongue, before tracing low to the soft curls shadowing her feminine core.

‘Please—’ Oh, dear heaven, please don’t … Except the words remained locked in her throat as he savoured at leisure, and she cried out as he bestowed all his attention to her throbbing clitoris, stroking the highly sensitized bud with relentless dedication until she became totally lost to the exhilarating sensation coiling through her body.

All-consuming, libidinous, pagan.

Like nothing she’d experienced, and she cried out, unable to prevent the raw, primitive sound emerging from her lips.

She moved restlessly, so caught up she didn’t recognize the husky voice as her own as she begged for his possession.

Except he was far from done, and she reached for his head with both hands as he thrust his tongue deep inside … unsure in the height of passion whether she held him there or attempted to pull him free.

Just when she thought she couldn’t stand the sensation another second, he lifted his head, positioned himself … and held her gaze as he effected penetration, easing his length as she stretched to accommodate him.

Her eyes became huge dark pools, and her lips parted as he gradually filled her, then he began to move and he caught the startled surprise evident.

Unbidden, her senses coalesced into one deep ache that intensified with every stroke, until she became totally lost … his … in a way she’d never experienced. She wound her arms round his neck and held on as he lowered his head and took possession of her mouth, absorbing the husky cries as she went to pieces in his arms.

Was it possible for a body to vibrate? To feel so totally possessed there was no room for thought of any kind?

Lara didn’t want to move … wasn’t sure she could.

Wolfe was there, still inside her, and she felt him harden as he settled his mouth into the sensitive curve at the edge of her neck.

He trailed a path across her collarbone, then travelled back to seek the sweet hollow beneath her ear.

It felt good, so good. And she turned her head a little in a quest to have his mouth cover hers. Then she gasped with surprise as he grasped hold of her waist and rolled onto his back, taking her with him, breaking his mouth from her own as he let her assume a position of control.

She instinctively arched upwards and sank back against his bent knees, taking in the magnetic expression in those dark eyes, the disruptive sensuality apparent on his compelling features, and her lips parted as he traced the contours of each breast, then paid delicate attention to each peak.

Pleasure rippled across the surface of her skin, and her upper body shook a little as he shaped her face, her collarbone, then slid down to weigh each breast in his hands.

Evocative tracery that stirred alive her tenuous emotions … causing her to move restlessly as one hand trailed low, seeking the acutely sensitive bud … and her reaction when he found it.

She rose up as sensation shot through her lower body in waves, each more powerful than the last, as he drove her almost to the point of delirium … then he shaped her waist and took her on the ride of her life.

Afterwards he pulled her down against him and settled her head into the curve of his neck as her body trembled in the aftershock of multiple orgasms.

His fingers drifted slowly along the edge of her spine, soothing gently until she gradually quieted and her breathing returned to normal.

She slept, physically and emotionally exhausted, unaware of the man who held her, or that it was a long time before he carefully disengaged and drew her in against the curve of his body.

THEY arrived at JFK airport in New York and were met by a chauffeur whom Wolfe introduced as Mike, who greeted them as they entered the arrivals lounge, took care of their luggage and led the way to a black top-of-the-range Mercedes parked outside the terminal.

With skilled ease they were transferred from the airport into the city.

A wise move, Lara acknowledged, given New York traffic remained the nightmare she remembered from during a visit with Suzanne and Darius.

One-way streets, traffic lights on almost every corner, reduced speed limits, traffic snarls and delays.

Cosmopolitan, loud and brash vied with refined old-money and very real wealth. A city of contrasts, where business deals were made in boardrooms and deals of a dubious kind happened on the streets. Light and dark, legitimate and subversive … a city which never slept.

She didn’t know where Wolfe resided, and hadn’t thought to ask. Once it had been a loft in Tribeca, but that was years ago, and he’d undoubtedly moved on and up since then.

Upper East Side, Manhattan was definitely up, and his roomy apartment on a high floor overlooking Central Park had to be worth a small fortune, she observed as she crossed the lounge to admire the view from floor-to-ceiling glass doors.

‘A guest wing is situated beyond the dining room and kitchen on the right, and the main bedroom suite is to the left.’

There was also a home office, a media room, a guest powder-room and a small utility room, Lara noted as she followed Wolfe through to a spacious main suite with panoramic views and an adjoining en suite comprising marble and glass with luxurious fittings, folded fluffy towels and a double vanity along one wall.

‘We’ll shower and change, unpack then send out for food.’

It sounded like a plan. She hadn’t slept on the flight from Hawaii, and her body still needed to adjust to New York time.

‘You go first. I’ll begin unpacking.’

‘We could share.’

She spared him a quick look, caught the faintly teasing humour curving his generous mouth, and shook her head.

‘No?’ He began discarding his outer clothes, and she deliberately kept her attention averted as he moved into the en suite.

She retained a vivid memory of the shower they’d shared … had it only been yesterday, or had it been the night before? She attempted to do the time conversion, then gave it away; ‘whenever’ seemed close enough.

Her body still felt sensitive from his touch, and the mere thought of what they’d shared caused sensation to spiral deep inside, heating her blood and sending her pulse-rate racing to a faster beat.

Unpack, she bade silently, then when Wolfe re-enters the bedroom collect a change of clothes and go shower.

Hadn’t she spent the past week sharing a hotel suite with him? Why the sudden onset of nerves? It hardly made sense.