Ally Blake - Untamed Billionaires - Marriage - For Business or Pleasure? / Getting Red-Hot with the Rogue / One Night with the Rebel Billionaire

She sighed, placed her palms on his chest to anchor her before she wobbled any more and embarrassed herself further.

‘Okay, okay, I’m a tad nervous. Aren’t you?’

‘No.’

He slid his arms around her waist, creating a welcoming cocoon she could quite happily snuggle in for ever.

‘We’re not strangers. This is you and me, Red.’

‘But—’

‘No buts. Unless it involves this one.’

He gave her backside a playful pinch and she laughed, her nerves dissipating as he’d intended.

‘Tonight is about you and me. No second guessing. No overanalysing. No regrets. Okay?’

It all sounded very logical when he put it like that, but she knew come morning she’d be analysing every single second.

She’d always been this way around him, off course and off kilter, and now the moment she’d been anticipating had arrived she couldn’t quell the bundle of nerves knotting her resolve.

She wanted him. It should be simple, right?

But nothing was simple about her relationship with this dynamic, enigmatic man and the moment she started underestimating the power of his hold over her was the moment she’d lose control.

Not a bad thing entirely, but she was scared, terrified in fact, by the depth of emotion for a bad-boy rebel who still cradled her heart in his powerful hands.

‘You’re thinking too much.’

She nodded, her mouth kicking up in a wry grin. He knew her so well, knew she’d be analysing every angle of this momentous step.

‘Well, I’m done thinking.’

Before she could blink he covered her mouth with his, his commanding kiss obliterating every doubt, every thought, she’d just had.

As his tongue duelled with hers she lost herself in the mindless passion instantly ignited between them, the frantic flurry of eager hands and low moans and hot, bare skin.

‘I didn’t want it to be like this, not here—’

‘Don’t stop,’ she panted, arching into him, her pelvis melding to his, so hard and ready. ‘Please, Nick, now.’

His low, guttural groan raised goose bumps along her skin as his hands bunched her skirt up around her thighs while he plundered her mouth again.

Sensation after sensation bombarded her, from his mouth ravaging hers with fierce intent to his hands stroking her thighs and brushing against her mound.

Endless, mindless pleasure, which built and receded and built again until she could barely stand any more and when his fingers finally delved beneath the elastic of her thong and circled her clitoris she came apart on a long, drawn-out cry.

‘Nick, that was—’

‘Just the beginning.’

His wicked grin sent a tremor of excitement through her sated body and she gasped when he spun her around, his arm pinning her waist, her back in delicious contact with his front. His very aroused front.

‘Let me please you—’

‘You already have, sweetheart, by hearing you come,’ he whispered in her ear, his teeth grazing the lobe, nipping, nuzzling until she could do little but sag against him, boneless with longing and pleasure. ‘But just so you know, I’m calling the shots now.’

‘Ah…my forceful bad boy is back.’

With a faux growl, he hugged her tighter. ‘Then it’s time I showed you just how bad I can be.’

Her body shuddered as he slid his hands up her ribcage to cradle her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples until a veritable flood of mind-numbing need drenched her.

He didn’t stop there, oh, no, making good on his promise of being ‘bad’ as one hand braced the wall over her shoulder while the other played over her wet core.

Desire tightened within her, her hips rocking of their own volition as her inner muscles spasmed again and again as she threw back her head in absolute abandonment.

‘Nick…’

She cried out his name as a part-plea, part-warning; she couldn’t take much more of this, needed him inside her now.

‘I’m right here.’

With a swift rip of unzipping metal and a rustle of tearing foil, he was back, pushing against her, holding her hips and angling them forward as he nudged against her entrance.

‘Nick, please…’

He drove into her, hard and fast and heart-stoppingly long, the exquisite pressure filling her, tantalising her.

She’d waited so long for this, had dreamed about it, and when he started to pull out and thrust back into her, again and again and again, the sheer intense beauty of it robbed her of breath, of reason.

‘Britt, my Britt.’

His possessiveness thrilled her as much as his hands gripping her hips, tilting them to increase the tempting friction as he plunged into her repeatedly, his rhythm driving them both towards a shattering climax.

‘Wow,’ she breathed on a sigh, her entire body humming and thrumming and sated as she sagged against him, her head lolling against his shoulder.

His barely audible oath had her head jerking up as she spun around to face him. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘This. Here.’

He gestured around the kitchen before dropping his gaze to her bunched skirt and thong around her knees, shaking his head. ‘You deserve more than this.’

Mustering what little dignity a woman with her knickers around her knees could have, she wriggled back into her thong before jabbing him in the chest.

‘Don’t you dare apologise for the best sex I’ve ever had. It was perfect. Better than perfect, it was stupendous.’

The corners of his wickedly sexy mouth kicked up. ‘The best, huh?’

She nodded emphatically. ‘The best.’

His grin widened. ‘So you like a guy so out of control he can’t make it to the bedroom?’

Grabbing his lapels, she hauled him close until their noses almost touched.

‘Not just any guy, I like you, Nick Mancini. Every delicious bad-boy inch of you.’

‘I love it when you talk dirty to me.’

‘I didn’t mean—’

‘I know.’

He chuckled, rubbed noses with her as he stroked her back, long, languid strokes that relaxed her, and she rested her cheek on his chest, inhaling his seductive scent.

‘Do you think it’s ironic we’re back here where it all started?’

She pulled away, glanced up at him. ‘You mean my first time?’

He nodded, caressed her cheek with a tenderness that stole her breath and warmed her heart.

‘I wanted to make it special for you then too. So what happened? The oven was on the blink so the pizza was cold, the dessert wouldn’t defrost and I sprayed cola all over you.’

She smiled at the memories. ‘That night was special, and it was all because of you.’

Her fingertips skimmed his jaw, savouring the faint prickle of stubble before hovering over his lips, tracing their outline. ‘You were incredible, and I’ve never forgotten that night.’

Or the few months after it, when they’d sneak down to the river to make love underneath the towering eucalypts or beneath the beautiful jacarandas.

To this day, she couldn’t walk past a jacaranda without blushing, its unique fragrance a poignant reminder of Nick laying her on a carpet of purple blossoms and taking her to the heavens and back.

‘I say we recreate the magic. Though this time, we might even make it to the bedroom. You in?’

Excitement trickled through her body, fast becoming a raging torrent as she nodded and he swept her into his arms and headed for his old bedroom.

‘I’m definitely in,’ she said, laughing out loud when he twirled her around a few times before bumping the door open with his hip.

‘Good, because if you’d said no I would’ve dropped you.’

Nipping the skin beneath his jaw, she nuzzled him. ‘You wouldn’t dare.’

‘Never dare a rebel,’ he said, dumping her on the bed before joining her, their laughter surrounding them in lovely warmth.