Free The Highest Bidder by Jenika Snow Page B

in a guttural groan. “Veronica, baby. Wake up.” He licked his lips and started unbuttoning his dress pants. Her eyes fluttered open and she blinked at him several times before bracing herself on her elbows. She pushed away the hair that fell into her eyes and licked her lips. He found himself mesmerized by the sight of her pink tongue stroking over her tumescent lips.
    “Kristoff.” The way she said his name, all breathy and low, had him holding back the urge to reach for her and rip her clothes off, revealing her body. She glided her eyes down to his crotch and he saw how they widened at the sight of his erection. He knew it had to be all but ripping through his slacks. Hell, it felt like it already had.
    “Are you feeling all right? You’re not hurt?” Her brows drew low and she shook her head.
    “No, I’m fine.” She licked those luscious lips again and that was all his restraint could handle. She was okay, even though she had been in their room all day, she didn’t appear harmed in any way. He needed her, though. Stepping out of his pants and removing his tie and shirt, he stared down at her, letting his eyes move up and down her body, mesmerized by the soft curves and smooth flesh. Her breathing increased and her breasts rose and fell in rapid succession beneath her top. Yeah, she was turned on and he was about to take care of that for her, for both of them.
    “Undress for me, Veronica.”
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    Veronica saw a sudden change in Kristoff. It shifted the air, heated it, and made it electrically charged. He breathed hard and perspiration started to dot his smooth, incredibly hard flesh. Standing before her naked, his shaft was thick and long and aimed right at her, promising carnal delights. Both Dolly and Stacia tried to get her to eat on the veranda again, but she had insisted on eating in the room.. She had eaten on the balcony right through the master suite’s French doors, which had just as spectacular a view as the veranda. She was feeling sorry for herself, and she knew in time she would grow past that, but right now it was all she had.
    “Veronica, I want your clothes off, now.” The way Kristoff said the words reminded her of a wild animal, so feral and determined to have what he wanted. His whole demeanor wasn’t the gentle, caring lover she had experienced last night. The man standing before her wanted her with a desperation that was clear on his face. The feminine part of her melted at the fact he desired her so much his control slipped. She wanted this wild and unbidden man before her, wanted to see exactly what he would do with all that lust.
    Without getting off the bed she removed her skirt and then her top. When she was only in the lace bra and panties Kristoff let his eyes roam her body.
    “Spread your legs for me.”
    She couldn’t get enough air into her lungs as she parted her thighs for him. Feet flat on the mattress, she waited to see what he would do next. All Kristoff did for several moments was stare at the junction between her legs, and then he gripped himself, right in front of her. He started stroking himself and his erection grew longer and thicker right in front of her, causing her mouth to go dry. The heavy lidded look he had was a visual overload. He made a strangled sound and then he was suddenly between her thighs. Wide shoulders forced her to spread her thighs until her muscles stretched and burned. Suddenly his mouth was on her pussy, right over the lace. Veronica’s breath caught in her throat. Her arms giving out caused her to lie back on the bed and ride out the incredible sensation of his mouth on her. Every little lick and flick of his tongue through the lace seemed amplified. His hands landed on her inner thighs, fingers digging into her flesh. Kristoff latched his mouth onto her clit and sucked the tiny bud harder and harder until she thrashed on the bed, pleading for mercy from him.
    “ Fuck .” His hot breath brushed along her covered mound and she gasped.