Free Akira Tong for Christmas by Azure Boone Page B

“You’re…engaged?”
    He stood silent for several seconds. “It seems that way.”
    I shook my head. “When…when did you find this out?”
    “Just now—on the phone when we got here.”
    “Is it that girl you told me about? The beautiful one? The one too good for you?” God, I hoped not. I hated her without even knowing her.
    He stroked my cheek with his thumb, his brows furrowed with agony. His head barely shook.
    “Who is she? This woman that you love so much?” I couldn’t help it. I cared less about the woman he was supposed to marry.
    His mouth crashed on mine, and his hand fisted in my hair. I opened to his urgent demand and let his tongue inside, let it stroke mine. “It’s you, Sarah. You’re the girl.” He breathed the words right into my mouth.
    I think my heart stopped. Then nearly leaped from my chest when his fingers fought with the sheer fabric over my breasts. He growled. “Take it off. I need to see you.” Oh my God in heaven. He needed to see me? My fingers trembled as I unclasped the bra at the front and slid out of it. It was me? He loved me?
    He gasped, running his hands over my arms while his brooding gaze drank in my breasts with so much hunger. He swallowed like a man preparing to act, deciding what to do first.
    “I need to see you too.” The words rasped with desire and snapped him out of his drunken stare.
    He locked his eyes on mine and ripped his shirt off. I bit my lower lip as he got out of his jeans next with such perfect grace. He stood in tight boxer briefs black as his hair. His hands moved to the waistband of his boxers and paused. “Are you sure?”
    “Yes,” I whimpered. “I’ve never wanted anybody more. Ever.” I met his tender gaze, wanting him to believe he was my first. “I know it seems like I’m…some kind of slut, but…I promise…” In two steps his body crushed against mine, hard hands roaming, his tongue in my mouth, seeking, demanding. His erection pressed to my stomach and caused an explosion of fire along my nerves.
    “I know you’re a virgin.” He breathed right in my mouth before pulling my head back by my hair and sucking the skin on my neck. The throbbing between my legs was unbearable. My hands were in heaven, buried in his silky hair. I moved them over his shoulders, down his muscle-laden arms, his sides, my fingers firm, loving every delicious contour, strength wrapped in satin. His hands slid over my sides, and he was there at my sex, fingers gliding over the hair. I moaned, clutching his shoulders as his lips kissed their way back to mine. Then he paused, staring into my eyes as his finger stroked between my wet folds oh so softly.
    “Akira,” I moaned.
    “I can’t wait to taste you.”
    Taste me? Oh my God. I could only pant, my legs weak under his slow strokes over the ache between my thighs. “Oh God, yes!”
    His finger found my clit and circled it. He released a long hiss. “I’m going to make you come so hard.” The promise was severe.
    I gasped weakly.
    “Lay down. First on your back.”
    First? I moved to comply and winced.
    “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “I forgot you’re hurt. Damn, I’m stupid.” He helped me make my way to the bed and gently laid me down.
    “It’s not that bad, really. Just keeps reminding me to go slow.” He carefully spread my legs wide. “Tell me if it hurts.” He eased my knees toward me.
    Fortunately it didn’t, but even if it had, I sure as hell wasn’t saying. Not when he seemed prepared to kiss it all better. “I see…you have a lot of experience.” I panted.
    His gaze met mine. “Only with books. And movies.” He swept his tongue over his lower lip while he glided a finger over my silky heat. “Not…with a real woman.” What was he saying?
    His strong face hardened with his restraint. To go slow. To be gentle. God, he was amazing. A real man. I squirmed with his sensual touch, begging him for more. The torment in his eyes reflected his need to drive in,