Page 23 of The Tycoon's Shock Heir

‘Exactly what I plan to do.’

He took her hand and led them back indoors, past the discarded champagne and the twin palms on either side of the French doors, nodding in the breeze like benevolent sentries. In through the lounge, where her clutch lay like a red silk flag against one dark leather couch, and where its reflection, his red tie, lay across another. Her skirt swished brazenly with every step she took.

Through an open doorway she glimpsed a solitary silver bowl, overflowing with fruit—the only sign of life in a gleaming, sterile kitchen. In the shadowy hallway a wall of photographs faced another bare of anything other than lamplight. She caught the face of his mother, smiling on the prow of a yacht, her hair blowing in the sea breeze, and felt a momentary jab of discomfort, a whiff of disloyalty that made her footsteps falter.

He must have sensed it for he turned and caught her eye, holding her steady with his gaze. He cupped her jaw and placed a hot, demanding kiss on her mouth. She felt the brand of his desire.

He walked to a door and opened it into a bedroom. His bedroom. Acres of pale carpet spread out under rugs and various pieces of furniture, lit only by the spill of lamplight from either side of a wide, low bed.

She stepped inside. This was it. This was where she was going to be seduced.

Her heart thundered in her chest as she looked around, and there in the mirror Matteo stretched out an arm towards her.

‘I’ve been admiring your dress all night,’ he said as he trailed a finger along her collarbone. ‘Wondering what you looked like under all this...’

His finger traced the line of her bodice from left to right, lightly brushing the skin of her décolletage. She shivered uncontrollably and closed her eyes as he traced the line down the middle of her chest to where the skirt of the dress flared out. Then he placed a hand on either side of her waist and pulled her towards him for a kiss.

Kiss me and never stop, she thought, loving the sensation of his tongue expertly licking and probing, stoking the fire higher. How could she have denied herself this pleasure...so much pleasure?

Her own greedy fingers pressed against his chest. She could feel the spring of hair under her palms and rubbed tiny circles there, loving the sensation of his firm muscle, loving the groans of pleasure she was making him deliver.

Fumbling, she undid his shirt all the way down to the waist, until the twin panels of fabric opened to reveal a golden chest dusted with hair that narrowed down into a single dark line, swallowed up by the waistband of his trousers. She pulled the shirt from his trousers, her eye landing for a moment on the huge hard ridge at his groin, and she bit back a groan of anticipation.

She had seen countless male bodies—men at the peak of physical fitness, slick with sweat and shaved clean of hair. But none of them had proclaimed their masculinity like Matteo as she pushed his shirt from his shoulders and drank in the sight of his magnificent naked torso.

She bit her lip and then looked up at him, smiling a dark, devilish smile.

‘What’s going through your dirty little mind?’ he whispered, leading her to the bed and pulling her down on top of him.

She pulled her skirt up round her waist and sat back on her heels, straddling him. ‘You,’ she said, rocking slightly back and forth.

His erection throbbed between her legs in response. Her panties were thin and the sensation of his arousal was almost too much to bear. She rocked against him again. It felt heavenly. He watched her closely, and the thrill of seeing him and feeling him sent wave after wave of pleasure through her.

But as he reached his hands up to touch her she stilled his wrists. ‘Don’t move,’ she said.

She closed her eyes and rubbed again. She was so close to orgasm.

‘Please don’t move.’

He didn’t move a muscle but he grew harder.

‘You dirty, dirty girl.’

She stared down at him...at every gorgeous masculine inch of him. She rocked again, staring into his eyes.

‘You want me to lie here between your legs and not get to touch you, but you can pleasure yourself against me until you come? Is that what’s going on here?’

She threw her head back and rubbed harder.

She felt his hands close around her arms. ‘There will be hell to pay for this, Ruby.’

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