Heat of the Storm (13 page)

Authors: Elle Kennedy

BOOK: Heat of the Storm

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She gave a soft laugh as she reached up to pinch her nipples lightly. His cock twitched and he drew in a harsh breath at the sight.

“I broke up with him.”

“You did? When? Why didn’t you say something?” he choked out.

“Last night.” She lowered her body downward, until her breasts were just above his face. “At dinner—” He captured one pink tip between his lips, causing her to break off as he suckled her deep. Christ, she tasted sweet. He smiled, loving the way she gasped and writhed above him.

“At dinner,” she continued breathily. “
Oh
…told me why…
oh God
…oral sex could never be part of our relationship. He has a clitoris phobia.” Her nipple popped from his mouth with a loud suctioning sound. He stared at her for a moment, astounded by her statement.

“Are you shitting me?”

She sighed and drew a finger down the center of his chest. “You think someone can make this stuff up?”

“What an idiot,” he growled and grasped her hips, rol ing her again until she was beneath him.

Her green eyes narrowed slightly as she stared up at him and her tongue swept across swol en lips. “My sentiments exactly. So I immediately ended it.” Justin drew in an unsteady breath, his chest tightening at the playfulness and desire in her gaze.

He ran the palm of his hand over her stomach, taking a moment to dip his finger into her navel.

“You should know that I’m nothing like The Suit, and am actual y quite fond of the clitoris.” He skimmed his hand across the waistband of the jeans riding low on her hips.

Her stomach rose as she sucked in a breath, her lips curling into a chal enging smile. “I know you are.”

“You do?” He dipped a finger below the waistband, smoothing it back and forth against her silky skin.

Her hips lifted slightly against his light touch. Further aroused and amused by her response, he moved his hand to cup her pussy through her jeans.

“Mmm. You told me.” Her lashes lowered, veiling her gaze. “And I heard you once or twice…with other women. It certainly sounded like you knew what you were doing.”

She’d heard him. The idea of it both intrigued him, and yet sent a rush of regret through him.

“Yeah? You didn’t get weirded out?”

“No. I got horny,” she admitted bluntly with a soft laugh. Her lashes fluttered upward again. “And then later I got jealous.”

Once burned, twice shy…until the passion reignites.

Jealous Lover

Three years ago, heiress Crystal Moran gave her heart to a man, only to have it crushed by his accusations of infidelity. Miserable, she picked up the pieces and returned to the United States to run her family’s non-profit corporation. Now, just as she’s got her life in order, he shows up at her big fundraiser. He thinks making a sizeable donation wil win back her good graces.

As if.

Greek mil ionaire Demetrius Vartolas knows his money can’t turn back the clock, but it just might buy him enough time to convince Crystal she belongs in his life. And his bed.

The reunion of bodies leaves them both begging for more. Rebuilding lost trust won’t be so easy—unless she can prove her innocence to him once and for al …

Warning: Steamy hot. Prepare to sweat. ☺ Explicit
sex and language!

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Jealous Lover:

“
Ela ’tho
. Come here,” he commanded, determined to move the conversation into a more intimate direction. “Are you wearing anything under that pretty gown?”

His question took her by surprise. Her eyes widened and her breath hitched, making her chest heave slightly.

“Not much,” she final y replied.

“I would very much like to see you without it.” A slight smile tipped her lips and she relaxed a little. He knew she found his formal speech amusing, but he didn’t care. Right now, he wanted her to relax so that he could drive her crazy with desire. One step at a time.

Crystal surprised him by nudging herself away from the door and reaching to unzip her dress. He held his breath as the fabric went slack and began to slide from her body. First her shoulders were bared and then the gown dropped below a sexy black bra. Next her waist and bel y were exposed and then the tiny triangle of black panties.

Demetri swal owed hard as the gown fel to the floor, baring her shapely thighs and legs. She stepped over the pooled fabric. His chest constricted and he began to fear he might come in his pants. He wanted her that desperately. His thighs trembled, his cock pulsed, his bal s bunching and burning.

“Your body is even more exquisite than I remember,” he told her in a tone hoarse with craving.

She had gained weight and he liked her ful er, more rounded figure.

She didn’t reply, nor did she move closer. He was shaking with the need to touch her, yet feared he might truly embarrass himself.

“I’d like to see your body, too,” she whispered huskily.

Demetri was happy to oblige. It gave him something to do, something to burn off a little of this wild frustration. He ripped the shirt off his back and tossed it aside. In another minute, he’d shed his pants and briefs. His cock stood rigid and trembling.

Moisture glistened at its tip. He saw Crystal lick her lips and forced himself to take long, deep breaths.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I am sure to explode,” he grumbled in warning.

She locked gazes with him. Her eyes widened and he could tel his confession intrigued her.

“I think I would like that,” she admitted.

“You want to see me humiliate myself? Want to watch me lose control? This turns you over?”

“Turns me on,” she corrected, her smile final y reaching her eyes. “And yes, it does.”

“It would not take much,” he said, his erection jerking as blood pulsed hotly through it. He wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft and gripped it tightly.

Surprising himself as wel as her, he said, “Take off the rest of your clothes for me and I’l try my best to oblige you.”

He watched in fascination as Crystal did a slow striptease. Part of him wondered where she’d learned such a seductive dance, but an even bigger part of him was thril ed. He wanted her to forget al the inhibitions of her youth and boldly declare her sexuality. She didn’t disappoint him.

Her bra fel to the floor and her breasts stood firm and round, the areolas dark against her pale skin. As he watched, her nipples hardened more and distended. He swal owed thickly and trembled with the need to suck them. His hand tightened reflexively on his cock, squeezing like he wanted to squeeze her breasts, kneading and rubbing with nervous, jerky movements. She shimmied a little and stepped closer, dropping her tiny panties beside her bra.

Demetri groaned at the sight of her blond curls at the juncture of her thighs and clutched his cock so hard it hurt. Damn, but she was beautiful, more beautiful than he remembered. He let his gaze roam over her body from breasts to toes and then back up to her face. Dressed only in pearls and spiked heels, she was every man’s fantasy. The vision sent a rush of fire through his veins.

He could see the tension and building excitement on her flushed features. She watched, mesmerized, as he slowly pumped his own turgid flesh.

“You want me to jerk off for you?” he ground out hoarsely. “To perform like an exhibitionist?” She moved closer stil , not speaking, but nodding, with her gaze fixed on his hand.

When he could smel her and feel the heat of her body near his, a shudder ripped through him.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded in a low, rasping voice.

She glanced up at him, looking confused. Then understanding dawned, but modesty or shyness prevented her from complying. He wanted to destroy al her inhibitions. He would teach her how to reveal the passionate nature she had been raised to repress.

“You can do it,” he encouraged gruffly. “Am I not total y exposed for you?”