A CONTRACT ENGAGEMENT

She settled against him, her wild reddish hair falling forward, making her look like some kind of goddess. His goddess, he thought and stretched out his hands to test her hips, the indentation of her waist. He pulled a long strand of hair to his mouth, rubbing it over his lips. She smelled like rosemary and wine, and the feel of the long waves was like raw silk. But she batted his hands away.

The look in her eyes kept him from flipping her beneath him as every instinct shouted at him to do. That stern frown of hers made him stir against her, made the fire blaze even higher, even hotter, within him. She finally bent over to taste his chest, him. Her tongue was soft, wet, maddening. He tangled his fingers in her hair and urged her up to eye level, taking her mouth with a swift possession that made some kind of bell toll, long and true, deep inside of him.

He ignored it, because he was tasting her-hot and female and deliciously, undoubtedly Nina-until he felt drunk from her. Wildly, fantastically drunk, and more than happy to stay that way.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

But she had other ideas. She reared back up, and pulled her lower lip between her teeth as she returned to work his chest. When he moved to pull her close again, she shook her head at him. He was mesmerized by the silken fall of her hair across her shoulders, the way it teased her breasts, the way the length and wave of it softened her face, making her seem more flushed, more open, more his.

“Just lie back,” she said, bracing one hand on his abdomen, as if she thought she could keep him there against his will.

“And think of what?” he asked dryly. “I’m afraid that’s not my style. You know that”

“It can be a brand-new experience for you,” she said in the prim voice that drove him crazy with need, her attention drifting back toward his bare skin. “I doubt you have many of those.”

Julian did not. But he had also never been one to wait. He sat up, holding her flush against his hips, and only smiled against the delicate skin of her neck when she made a sound of protest. When she had settled against him, her arms loose around his shoulders, he stared at her.

She was perfect. Taut, full breasts right in front of him. Julian cupped her breasts in his hands, dragging his thumbs slowly across the peaks, making her head fall back as she moaned out her pleasure. The sound was like petrol on a bonfire-he ached to be inside of her. He moved forward a bit, then caught a hard nipple with his mouth.

He heard her breath stutter as her body tensed and then shook beneath him. He tasted one breast, then the other, taking his time. He traced a path from her breasts to her collarbone, pressing kisses against her as he went, tasting her with his tongue, his lips, his teeth. He reached her mouth and took it in a hard, deep kiss, holding her face between his hands, his fingers deep in her wild mane of hair.

“Wait,” she whispered, pulling away. She shifted against him and then lifted shaky hands to his shoulders. “I told you to lie back”

He wasn’t listening. She was so beautiful. So hot. So soft. So perfect. He was delirious. He wanted more. And then still more.

Growing impatient, he swung her around and then rolled her under him in a swift, simple move. She blinked up at him, her eyes molten with passion, her generous mouth faintly damp from his.

“You are not letting me take control of this,” she scolded him through lips swollen from his kisses, her breasts full against his chest, the taut peaks sending pinpricks of desire shooting through him, straight to his hardness.

“No,” he agreed, his voice rough with desire. “I am not.”

He propped himself up on one elbow, then traced a lazy pattern down her torso with his hand, stopping to worship each breast in turn. He continued on to her navel, testing that shallow valley. She let out a slight moan, her legs moving restlessly against the coverlet. He looked down at her, smiled- then slid his hand beneath to hold her wet heat in his hand.

She gasped and shuddered, bucking her hips against his palm, her eyes drifting closed. She was so wet, so soft, deliciously, meltingly hot. She burned into him, making him sweat. Yearn. Need. Soon, he told himself. So very soon.

“Do you still have doubts about us… About this?” he taunted her gently, his fingers learning her most intimate secrets, stroking her silken folds, then pressing inside. “I know you had some doubts, did you not? Those doubts don’t matter now, do they?”

She made an incoherent noise, her head moving against the bed linens, her hips meeting his hand, matching him stroke for delicious stroke. He wanted more. God help her, he wanted everything. He’d forgotten why. He only wanted.

“I want you to come,” he whispered, his mouth against her ear, delighting in her long, slow shudder, the way her hand speared into his hair, holding him as he held her.

He used one hand deep in her heat, his fingers moving to an age-old rhythm within her, and his mouth bold and demanding against her breast. One breath, another. Her head tossed back and forth against the pillows while her body tightened, her back arching and her hands curling into fists.

“Now, Red,” he whispered, moving to her other breast and circling the nipple with his tongue. “Now.”

One tug on her nipple with his mouth, one hard rocking motion against her molten femininity with the palm of his hand, and she convulsed around him, shattering into pieces, her face flooding red and her mouth parting on a long, high sob. She was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

His.

And he was only getting started.

Nina barely had time to breathe, and no time to compose herself, before Julian smashed his lips on hers again. Moving over her as she lay, shattered, on the bed. Her heart was still pounding too hard, her breath still uneven. She was supposed to be the one in control! She was supposed to be the one leaving him this undone!

“Julian,” she began, not knowing what she might say. Not knowing where or how to begin. Not even recognizing the sound of her own voice.