Page 50 of The Tycoon's Shock Heir

Her body was burning with sunshine and wet with water and passion, and she had to hold on or she felt she might slip out of his grasp and into the pool.

And then she was scooped up and into his arms, held taut against his chest as he walked them out of the pool.

‘I seem to have this overwhelming urge to carry you. What the hell is this? I can promise you I’ve never lifted another woman before, and yet I seem to have carried you three times now. And counting.’

He waded out of the water and up the steps and she didn’t care if anyone was watching. It felt too good to hold on, to be nestled against the wall of this man.

But when he didn’t stop at their spot near the pool she lifted her head. ‘Where are we going?’

‘We’re going to take a little holiday, like I said. Beginning right now.’

They were inside the airy hotel foyer now. She could feel the water cooling on her skin.

‘Madame needs to lie down for a little while. In the Presidential Suite. Arrange for our luggage to be transferred, please.’

Discreet staff opened doors. His footsteps sounded dull and heavy on carpet. The light changed from bright to soft. Sounds were muffled, then disappeared altogether as the door of the vast room closed behind them.

‘Shower first,’ he said, his voice a gravelly growl.

Still carrying her, he walked them through to the bathroom. It was decorated as if from a previous century. Pale pink tiles and towels and white ceramics. Brass feet and taps. The shower was over the bath, encircled in a white curtain, and it was there that she found herself standing as warm water began to drizzle and then pour over her body.

She looked at him, his dark hair drying in waves around his face, a smear of stubble on his jaw, and hunger in his brown berry eyes.

‘You drive me wild, woman,’ he said.

‘Just how wild do you mean?’ she asked, staring at his shoulders and his chest, and at the forest of hair that ran across it and down to his shorts.

And then he put his hands on them and tugged them down. She bit her lip at the sight of his magnificent arousal.

There was no way to stop now, even if she wanted to.

‘That wild?’ she said. ‘May I?’

She dropped to her knees and held him in her hands. Water slid over her back and she slipped slightly on the surface of the bath in her rush to have the whole of him in her mouth.

He groaned aloud as she suckled him, her lips and tongue tugging furiously, somehow knowing just how to drive him on. Her other hand gripped his buttock and pulled him closer still. And she felt her power, was invigorated by it. Emboldened.

‘Ruby, please. You have to stop.’

She pulled back, still licking and sucking, her eyes roaming up his fierce body to his dark tortured gaze. Then he reached for her and she was lifted to her feet. He undid her bikini top and released her tender breasts. Her nipples were erect and he put his lips to one, gently.

‘Is this OK? Not too painful?’

She bit back a whimper and shook her head.

‘Pain like this I can take all day long,’ she said.

‘Take these off. I want to see all of you. See if I had you right in my dreams.’

She paused as she shimmied out of her bikini briefs.

‘You were dreaming about me?’ she whispered mischievously.

He smiled that little half-smile and looked almost bashful.

She held his head in her hands, ran her fingers through the thick shock of hair, emboldened by each moment.

‘Tell me. Were you dreaming about me?’

‘Once or twice,’ he answered, smiling up into her eyes. ‘Probably not as much as you were dreaming about me, though.’

‘I never gave you a second thought.’

He lathered soap in his hands, began to stroke all over her body, warming her and washing her.

‘I didn’t make much of an impression?’

She felt his hands slide over her tummy, her breasts, then gently in between her legs.

Her head fell back as he slid his clever fingers slowly backwards and forwards, rubbing exactly where she was swollen and longing for his touch. The sound of his hands slipping and sliding on her wet, naked body brought every bundled nerve screaming to life.

Then he cradled her in one arm and laid her over his lap. Her legs fell open and he slipped his fingers into the very apex of her thighs and kept up an insistent pressure while he lowered his head and thrust his tongue into her mouth.

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