The Tycoon's Virgin Bride - Part 1 (The Corskovi Dynasty) by Ann King Page B

thoughts. And
her guilt.
    It was
too late to call off the wedding now, wasn’t it?

 

Chapter 2

 
    Moments
later, Hannah heard another knock at the door and assumed that Lucy had
forgotten something. She quickly lifted up her dress that swept the floor and
made her way over to the door. When she opened it, her heart stopped.
    It was
sexy, dripping with charm, Andre Corskovi. There went her heart beat flip flopping in her chest again. Her skin tingled and her
nipples tightened under her gown. Thank God he couldn’t see that. Why did he
have that effect on her? Her inner thighs started to throb with want.
    Stop it, Hannah! Stop thinking about him.
    That
was easier said than done. He was the man who would walk her down the aisle
soon to give her away.
    His
dark sexy eyes, framed with long lashes resembled a delicious shade of cinnamon
and caused a reaction in her body when he gazed into her eyes. Her body tingled
again as she observed the desire in his dark, sexy eyes. The temptation was so
great it was overwhelming her.
    Stop looking at me like that.
    She
was tormented by confusing emotions . A wave of doubt swept through her about marrying Gustav
but it was too late. Her family and friends were waiting for her at the chapel
to wed Gustav. She tried to throttle the dizzying current coursing through her
veins but failed miserably. She was getting married in less than two hours to
another man. How could she possibly have feelings for Andre? This was insane.
None of it made any sense to her. But she could feel the
sexual magnetism that lingered between them , it was
undeniable . She had to fight the urgency to be with him.
    Andre
looked irresistible in his tailored dark grey French cut tuxedo and his smooth
silk tie. His dark short cropped hair and well groomed stubble, his broad
shoulders and the sexy scent of his cologne made Hannah melt.
    This should be the man that I am
marrying.
    As if
she had a chance.
    “Andre,”
she said almost breathless.
    “You
look beautiful,” Andre said in a low silky voice, holding her gaze. He walked
into the hotel room and closed the door behind him. His dark, irresistible eyes
fixed on Hannah.
    For a
moment Hannah said nothing. She was just enthralled by his presence.
    He
regarded her and a grin of approval played on his full lips.
    “Th-thank
you. So do you…I mean you look handsome. ” He looked
delicious enough to eat but a flicker of apprehension coursed through her veins.
There was something about his healthy glow and his aura that made her feel so protected,
so appreciated. She always felt secure in his presence. It was weird but she
could not explain it any other way. “God, you’re so hot” was what she really
wanted to say.

 
    Andre
wanted to take Hannah then and there. Desire burned through his body. He had to
have her. Just looking at her made him hard like a rock. She looked like a
princess, a goddess in her white Cinderella wedding gown with the plunging
neckline. His gaze drifted to her voluptuous cleavage. God, she looked hot.
When had she grown so full and curvaceous? He was captivated by her
overwhelming beauty and delicate charm. A surge of heat raced through him. The one woman who he hadn’t fucked senseless and yet he wanted her. He desired her like no other woman. His mouth watered to taste her sweetness.
    What a
time to realize this was the woman he wanted. The thought of being deep inside
her made him crazy. There was just something about her that pleased his body.
There was no denying that.
    “I want
you, Hannah,” he said as he inched closer to her. Why had he chosen that moment
to blurt it out? To confess his love for her? Her
fragrance was intoxicating. “I know this is not the right time but…”
    “Not
the right time?” Hannah moved over to the bed where her bouquet rested, her
ruffled white dress making a swishing sound. “Not the right time ? Andre, I’m getting married in a
couple hours! I…I don’t know what to say. You want me? Why