Free The Billionaire's Bauble by Ann Montclair Page B

front door.
    Sloane stood in the doorway. Her dress pressed against her in the soft, evening wind, and it appeared transparent in the light cast by his car’s headlamps. David could see the lines of her hips, her long legs, her voluptuous breasts, and as much as her physical appearance moved him, it was the look on her face that made him skid to a stop.
     
    Sloane stood breathless as David’s wheels ground to a standstill and the car door flew open. He was beside her within the blink of an eye. He grabbed her around the waist and brought her close. He kissed her hard, long, deeper than he ever had. Sloane clawed at his shirt as he slammed the door shut and pushed her against it. His mouth moved from her lips to her neck, and she worked at unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.
    David took her hands in one of his and put them above her head. Her back arched against the doorframe, Sloane felt David’s teeth against her flesh as he opened the tiny buttons of her dress. It fell open to reveal her lacy bra and panties. The bra had a front hook and David artfully unsnapped it. As her full, round breasts burst from her bra, David put his mouth on first one nipple then the other, licking and teasing the turgid peaks until Sloane was gasping.
    He released her arms, and she grasped his thick neck as he continued to kiss her breasts, her stomach, her navel. They slid to the floor atop their own clothes, and Sloane wrapped her legs around his hips. She kissed his hairy chest and found her hands exploring the silky brown hair.
    Sloane felt David hook his thumbs into her panties and she wriggled out of them. She lay there naked and panting as he brought himself down onto her body. His eyes were wide open, searching her face, and she pulled his lips to her own and said, “Yes.”
    He entered her then, all at once his steely manhood filling her, fitting in as if her body and his were made for this act, and she cried out. Slowly he slid in and almost out of her body, back and forth, again and again what seemed a hundred times before she clutched at his back and felt a wave of pleasure so intense she thought she might lose consciousness. Stars speckled her vision as she rocked and bucked against his body, “David, David,” she moaned, and he smothered his name with kisses.
    When he came inside her, she felt his heat course into her, and she clasped him as tightly as she could, reveling in their total union. She loved the feeling of his body inside hers, of his exhaustion as he lay on top of her, spent. His tongue played at the tip of her chin, at her ears, on her collarbones, before he put it in her mouth and she thought she might melt beneath his fiery kiss.
    “This is just the beginning,” he whispered when he finally broke the kiss. He searched Sloane’s face as she traced her fingers along his lips and his jaw.
    “I never doubted it,” she answered.
    Sloane had never felt such excitement, such release, such abandon.
    “Let’s go upstairs,” he said, and he rose from atop her and held out his hand to help lift her to her feet. She had never been so naked and exposed in front of a man before, and the shyness she had forgotten to feel suddenly crept up on her. David must have seen it in her eyes, in the awkward way she stood, and he lifted her chin and spoke directly into her eyes.
    “You are the most magnificent woman ever created. You’re more than beautiful. You are like a goddess, Sloane, come to earth just for me.”
    She saw the reverence softening his eyes and believed him.
    She threw her shoulders back and nodded her head, showing him she trusted his words. His eyes raked her form, and she felt her nipples harden. She looked at his body then: his capable shoulders, his broad hairy chest, the flat muscled stomach. She stopped there, and he laughed, pulling her toward the stairway.
    “What about our clothes?” she asked.
    “We don’t need them.”
     
    As David settled her in his bed in a room nearly identical to the