Free Tempted by the Billionaire: A Hometown Hero Series Novel by Clare Connelly Page B

moved as though he were about to possess her.
    She arched her back and her fingers clawed at his shirt; her own libido was stoked to fever pitch.
    His laugh was a low rumble, as he pushed out of his shirt and tossed it across the room. He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her passionately, tangling his fingers in her hair, as their naked torsos connected and sparked waves of electricity off one another.
    Willow’s laugh echoed his own; she was happy, and the sound of that pleasure filled the room. He pulled at her leggings; they were skin-tight but he tugged at them until they were freed from her body. Her legs, so long and slender, deserved more attention, but he was desperate now. His whole body was tense, like a predator about to pounce on its prey.
    He stepped out of his jeans and boxers, and came back to lie on top of her, his weight a heaven-sent balm against her skin. Her fingers danced over his body, craving touch. She wanted to feel every inch of him, to taste him and pleasure him. Her body was covered in a fine dusting of goose pimples. She arched her back, her need making her almost mad with the force of its intensity. Her eyes blinked up at his face, then drifted lower, to the broad expanse of his shoulders and muscled chest. She swallowed, as his sheer strength and power communicated itself to her. He looked like a man who could kill a bear with his bare hands. Completely powerful and in control. She lifted her arms above her head, stretching like a cat.
    He laughed, and pressed his lips to the sensitive skin at the base of her neck. She jerked in response, her body shivering as his kiss deepened and dragged lower, to her nipples. He took one in his mouth, rolling it with his tongue until swirls of pleasure were almost like pain; so intense they were just about unbearable.
    “Please,” she groaned, lifting her knees towards the ceilings and digging her feet into the soft bed linen. He was so close, she could feel him at the apex of her thighs. He could take her in a second; and she wanted him to. She hadn’t done anything so spontaneous in forever, and somehow, all of her worries and objections had been pushed aside by the fact that he was impossible to resist.
    He laughed again, and teased her, rotating his hips so that his erection pressed at her womanhood without providing any relief.
    “Matt,” she whimpered, lifting her fingers to his shoulders and digging in painfully. “Please.”
    It was a sob of desperation, but still, he smiled. Their patience was being tested. His, hers, they were both running out of time. But he was fighting against rushing this. Fighting a losing battle, it appeared, but he desperately didn’t want it to be over.
    He nudged at her entrance, intending only to tease her initially. But Willow arched her back, and lifted her body, and effortlessly, she guided him deeper into her core. Her body convulsed as his filled it; she moaned slowly, low and soft in her mouth, as his erection took possession of her. He was big, and he was hard, and she was tight and moist, and the moment was one of the most perfect of his life. He let out a guttural cry of completion as he felt his entire length become sheathed by her. Her muscles spasmed around him, welcoming him and tightening to incorporate him into her flesh.
    They moved as one, his body in line with hers as he began the slow, sensual beat of time immemorial. How many times had this dance been made, between two bodies in such harmony? Only surely never as perfectly; never with such total connection.
    As Willow began to tremble beneath him, he shifted a little, sensitising a different part of her body, pleasuring her differently; slowing her ultimate release but teasing out the range of her sensations in the process. She gasped for air as he moved again, this time, harder and faster, and he lifted his hands to cup her breasts. His fingers sought her nipples, stroking and pulling at them, while he moved within her, stirring her fire from