Free Bait: Alpha Billionaire Romance Boxed Set by Colleen Charles Page A

layers of fabric, finding my erect nipple. It hardened further. So hard it became painful as he used his fingertips to trace the outline. Nolan unbuttoned the first few buttons of my plaid, flannel shirt and slid his hand inside. The feeling of his skin upon my skin was almost too much to bear. I whimpered as he pinched my nipple and rolled it between his fingers.
    “Oh God, you’re so beautiful, Charlie.” He stared like he was drunk. Drunk on the sight of my body. Of me. Reaching out, he lifted one nipple toward his mouth, pulling it in, sucking gently. “I can’t believe you’re a lawyer. Who would have known what was hiding underneath those layers of tailored tweed?”
    A pathetic moan was all I could manage as he lowered his head and sucked my other nipple, using his tongue and teeth to tease it. “Do you want more?” he whispered.
    I clung to his neck for dear life.
    “Say you want more,” he demanded huskily.
    “I want you,” I breathed, getting lost in the passion. Lost in his scent. Lost in the sensations taking hold of me.
    Lost.
    “I want you, Nolan. I can’t deny it anymore. I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you in the meeting room that day.” An admission. Something I’d never been brave enough to do before at a moment like this.
    Desperately, I pushed myself against him, eager to feel his touch. I wanted him to take me. I wanted to feel all of him. I wanted him to sink deep inside me over and over. I wanted to belong to Nolan Banks.
    He surprised me by picking me up as if I weighed nothing and carried me back to the living room. He laid me gently on the couch. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” he growled as he opened the sash of my robe, pulled it from me and tossed it to the side. He finished unbuttoning my pajama shirt then peeled it off my shoulders and down my arms until I was naked from the waist up. He reared back and sucked in a breath. “Charlie. You’re exquisite.”
    I blushed and looked away, but he wouldn’t let me be shy. Nolan cupped my chin in his strong fingers and forced me to look at him. His other hand hooked into the elastic waistband of my pants and tugged. Once they’d joined the sleepwear party on the floor, he crawled that same hand up my inner thigh, but stopped at the juncture of my thighs. Avoiding the place I wanted him. Needed him.
    “Say it, Charlie,” he rasped. “Where do you want me to touch you?”
    “There,” I whispered, taking in the intensity of his gaze. Owning it.
    “Not good enough.” I could feel the warmth emanating from my engorged pussy and the longer he waited to put his fingers in my slick heat, the wetter I became. My silence caused him to remove his hand and bring it back up to my breast. I’d only had one boyfriend in college and he’d never made me feel like this. Like my skin had been turned inside out and all my nerve endings headed straight south to my throbbing clit.
    He pinched my nipple hard as I cried out over the punishment for my silence. I wasn’t used to dirty talk. Not that I couldn’t or didn’t want to, but I’d been as conservative in my love life as I’d been in every other area. But Nolan Banks wasn’t going to allow it. He would evoke every sensation, every emotion I possessed. He set my skin on fire as he traveled down with his mouth, his tongue dancing over my body, taking his sweet time. When he reached my thighs, he lingered there, kissing and licking me. Inching closer and closer. When he stopped, I allowed my eyelids to flutter open.
    “I’m waiting, Charlie.” I felt his warm breath.
    “Touch me, Nolan,” I moaned. “Touch my clit.”
    I bucked up, throwing my hips up to meet his fingers. I wanted to feel it. Every single sensation leading to the most spectacular release of my life. I needed to touch him so badly. I slid my hands through his hair as he continued to tease me. His fingers circled my clit and I thought I would melt right then. But instead of melting, an explosion.