The Billionaire's Disgraced Virgin (Billionaire Knights Book 2) by Nic Saint Page A

her in his arms, rocking her gently, her tears wetting his shirt?
    It felt good to be in Mike’s arms, she thought, even as a fresh burst of tears came at the thought of her position, embarrassment keeping her mum. But then she clung to him, enveloped in his warmth, pressed firmly against his hard musculature. And as she placed a hand on his chest, she could feel the thumping of his heart sound out a heavy beat, and desire suddenly kickstarted into existence. The arid wasteland of her sensuous nature, having been deprived of nourishment for so long, suddenly rose up and asserted itself. The telltale tightening of her breasts was almost painful, the sudden need churning in her core impossible to ignore. And even as her tears dried, the whirlwind of desire swept through her veins, causing her to lift her head, her lips still trembling, her eyes still wet, and before she could stop herself she brushed against his throat, the urgent need to feel him, to taste him, overpowering all restraint.
    Mike knew the exact moment the nature of his embrace changed to one charged with eroticism. It was when Chloe pressed up against him, her soft curves mashing against his chest, her hand placed between them, fingers trembling. And when she lifted her head, her face a vision of fragility and vulnerability, he focused on her lips, open and inviting and pink. And then she was kissing his jawline and his hand cupped her face and their eyes met, hers deep and blue and swaddled in shadows, his ignited with a primal fury. His lips descended upon hers, and he was surprised to find her mouth warm, wet and inviting. His desire kicked up another notch when her tongue stole out and stroked against his with deft little jabs that were so erotic the next moment found him diving in deep, penetrating the hot wetness, deeply exploring the mystery within.
    Velvet slashes of hot arousal swept through her with each flick of his tongue, with each thrust into the welcoming hollow of her mouth, and the need that had erupted inside her lower body became a forest fire, ablaze with urgent yearning to feel his hands on her, to experience his lips on the aching peaks of her breasts, her nipples throbbing painfully. With a soft groan she unbuttoned his shirt, and the moment her fingers curled into his bare chest a keening moan escaped her throat even as she arched back, wantonly offering herself to him.
    His hands cupped her breasts, his fingers kneading the soft globes through the silky material covering them. With a desperate cry she tore at the blouse, causing buttons to skitter away like the last vestiges of her self-imposed celibacy, her body on fire. Mike’s kisses were igniting a trail of fire along her neck to her collarbone even as his strong fingers made short shrift of the clasp of her bra.
    His lips found and closed over her aching nipple, sucking the puckered pink flesh voraciously, his fingers splaying against her lower back as she pressed herself against him with a yearning she’d never before experienced. The dry timber of her sexuality was suddenly ablaze with a fire that threatened to engulf her and throw her headlong into the path of Mike’s heated caress. What was happening to her? Where was the unassuming woman who dressed demurely in a bid to avoid male attention at all cost? Gone, obliterated under the combined onslaught of Mike’s potent sexual appeal and her own traitorous response.

Chapter 12
    N ever before had his senses been under such strenuous attack, Mike recognized. And never before had he responded so eagerly to a woman’s sensuality as he now did with Chloe. It was as if his body had suddenly developed a mind of its own, neglecting his urgent demand to retreat while he still had a chance of salvaging his sanity and self-control. But that was before he’d touched his lips to hers, before he’d had a taste of the sweet, intoxicating aroma that was uniquely hers, and before something had snapped inside his chest and he’d been