Page 12 of Billion-Dollar Dating Game

He rose to his knees and reached into his pocket. He had protection with him. Other than a quick feeling of relief, she didn’t give that fact a second thought. There was no time for thinking. Only feeling. Moving. Teasing with a kind of anger that came from someplace she didn’t really understand. But she suddenly wanted him to feel this as urgently as she.

He didn’t bother stripping entirely. He just unfastened his trousers and yanked his boxers down enough to roll on the condom. There was no time to get her completely free of her dress, so he just slid her skirt up. Her panties were little more than shredded lace on a waistband and were no obstacle at all.

He paused for a moment, his hand flat on her lower belly, and shook his head as he stared at her. ‘Skylar—’

She growled and shifted restlessly beneath him and with a groan he just kissed her. A second later, his full weight was on her and it was everything. He grabbed her thigh with his big hand and lifted her leg over his hip to make more space for him. And then he was there. She shuddered as he breached her virgin body with his.

‘Hell,’ he choked. ‘I’m gonna—’ He broke off with a groan and gritted his teeth. Lodged hard and deep inside her, his muscles bunched beneath her hands. ‘I want—’ He broke off again. ‘You—’

He was so breathless, panting hard as if he faced a battle he knew he couldn’t win. His struggle for control snapped hers. Heat surged, chasing away the tiny pinch of pain that had halted her breath when he’d first pushed inside her. She grabbed his hips, suddenly hungry for more, and writhed beneath him. She desperately needed him to move.

‘Damn it, Skylar!’ he roared. ‘You’re not making me—’

He pulled right out of her and she moaned at the loss in agonised frustration. But he half laughed before drawing in several steadying breaths.

‘Mypace, princess,’ he finally said as he held her fast and slowly reclaimed his place deep inside her.

There was no pinch this time—only a sensation so intense that she could scarcely sigh as he leisurely rolled his hips and slid fractionally deeper with each powerful thrust.

‘That’s it,’ he muttered. ‘Stay with me now.’

Oh, she was with him—imprisoned in his embrace, impaled on his shaft—it was the best torture ever. With slow decadence he moved within her. The pull and drag of the friction between them was the most exquisite sensation of her life. She’d always felt so awkward around others that any kind of physical intimacy had felt impossible. But this with him was simplyeffortless. And so exciting. Which was alsosoannoying.

‘I hate you,’ she muttered breathlessly even as she clutched him closer, instinctively arching her hips to meet his over and over in this dance.

Humour-laced passion glittered in his eyes. ‘Want me to hurry up and finish?’

She helplessly mumbled a meaningless denial. She sighed and stirred, matching his moves with the answering arch of her hips. It was fun. And good. And now she really did want it faster. And harder. And more all over again.

His choked laughter was followed by an explicit curse. She slid her hand into his hair and kissed him. His hands tightened and his movements roughened, his possession deepened even more. She broke free and gasped and as her orgasm rushed upon her, she realised he too had finally lost it.

There was no kissing in those last frantic moments. Only his harsh whispers—his intentions of dirty and deep possession savagely and repeatedly sworn. It was so hot that she shook in ecstasy all over again.

The last thing she heard was her name—uttered as if it were a curse as he came hard inside her.

CHAPTER FIVE

‘SKYLAR?’

Lost in a sensorial haze, Skylar kept her eyes closed as she breathed in the balmy air, savouring the sultry scents of salt and heat and musk. She’d just had sex. For the first time. Outside in a garden, mere metres from a gathering of some of the most rich and powerful people in the country. Sex with Zane deMarco in fact. The guy she loved to hate. And as he was still holding her, still inside her, there was no escaping that reality.

But she didn’twantto escape. She wanted to stay right here, for good. Because even though he was heavy, she was somehow floating in a rapturous state unlike anything she’d known. She felt weightless and lax and utterly relaxed and she didn’t want it to end.

‘Skylar?’

There was a tone in his voice that she didn’t recognise. Opening her eyes, she saw he’d eased up onto his elbows and was staring down at her. The haze she’d been enmeshed in slowly dispersed and in her reluctant return to reality, a top-to-toe tremble racked her body.

‘You’re cold,’ he said gruffly.

That hadn’t been a shiver but an aftershock of epic proportions. Hardly surprising given the intense experience her nervous system had just endured. She’d gone from first intimate touch to triple orgasm in minutes. Searing, sweet minutes that she ached to savour. She still didn’t want it to be over.

But too carefully, too swiftly, he levered himself off her and stood. He wasn’t smiling any more. There wasn’t any of that smooth tease she’d expect—in fact, he looked as awkward as she felt as he turned away to haul up his trousers.

Did he regret this already? Doubts flurried in. She’d been inexperienced. Maybe it hadn’t been all that for him.

Her heart was still thundering as she sat up and awkwardly swung her legs to stand. She’d lost some coordination and the crumpled silk dress that had been bunched around her waist now slid to the grass as she half stumbled to her feet.

Great. Now she was fully naked—aside from the high-heeled sandals that made little difference in getting her anywhere near his height. Zane bent and retrieved her dress from the ground before she could think to beat him to it.

---