Billionaire's Love Suite by Catherine Lanigan Page B

through all her night dreams about Justin, she hadn’t actually believed
she would ever find herself alone in a bedroom with him. She was living
her own fantasy. And already, it was far more intense than she had ever
imagined.
    She wasn’t sure if it was the chocolate martinis or the cognac that had
abolished her inhibitions, her control or her common sense, but at this
moment, she didn’t care. She only wanted to be the heroine of her own
story.
    Shana was utterly concentrated on freeing Justin from his clothing that
she didn’t realize her own were clustered on the floor at her feet. His hands
were expertly unhooking her pink French lace bra. It fluttered to the floor
like a dying bird.
    “Shana,” he said her name through staccato breaths as if he’d been running
a marathon. His heart slammed at a beat so strong he felt as if his
temples would burst into flame. Justin had always prided himself on crystal
clear memory. He thought he’d remembered every facet about Shana’s luscious
body, but he realized now, he’d only had a glimpse. Even though he’d
touched her, he hadn’t realized how incredibly soft her skin was. He hadn’t
realized how voluptuous and pillow-soft her breasts were. A man could get
lost in her breasts alone , he thought as he continued to sink his fingers into
her ivory flesh. When his hands had finally met satiation, he clamped his
eager mouth over her breast and teased the nipple with his tongue until it
was taut.
    She was sweet to the taste, and as he breathed in her intoxicating natural
scent he lost what was left of his mind. Justin felt himself on a downward
erotic spiral into oblivion with no safety net, no savior in sight. And he
didn’t give a rat. The only thought in his consciousness that remained was
taking Shana completely. Only then would he be saved from himself.
    The moan Shana heard had somehow escaped from her own throat. She
sank her hands into his thick hair and pressed him further into her breast. Spirals of electric sensations shot to her core. Standing in her high heels and
lace panties she felt sinful and reckless and free. He tugged and pulled on
her nipple creating explosions of heat inside her that were so intense, her
knees went weak. Somehow, he managed to hold her up. Justin then went to
work on her other breast and by the time he finished, Shana was thoroughly
squishy inside.
    With his tongue he created a trail of liquid fire from her breast to her
throat. Shana didn’t know when she’d last taken a breath, but despite the
burning in her lungs, she didn’t dare move and risk the end to the cluster of
tiny vibrant explosions taking place inside her.
    Justin plumbed her mouth with his tongue. Shana breathed in his breath
and kept him inside. Slipping her hands down his rock hard chest, across the
dark curls and further down his belly, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped
his wool slacks. They fell to the floor with a whoosh.
    Justin stepped out of his slacks, swooped Shana into his arms and carried
her to the bed. Gently, he placed her on top of the white sateen sheets, which
had been turned down by the night staff. He turned away for a moment, took
off his shoes and socks and peeled off his black briefs.
    As he leaned up to turn off the bedside lamp, Shana stole a look at his
engorged penis. Justin looked at her just as she glanced down at him.
    “Happy?” he asked impishly.
    Her eyes were wide as she looked into his face. “Very.”
    Justin moved over her and placed his elbows on either side of shoulders.
In the shadows she could still see smoky sensuality in his blue eyes. His
voice was husky as he spoke to her between the kisses he planted on her
forehead, eyelids, cheeks and mouth. “You feel so good,” he groaned as he
inhaled deeply. He ringed the shell of her ear with his tongue and the sensation
gave Shana goose bumps.
    “You shivered,” he said licking her throat at her pulse point.
    “You did,