The Tycoon's Temporary Bride: Book Four (39 page)

Adam opened his mouth over her breast and
slurped up the strawberry, whipped cream, and chocolate bar.
Cradling them securely in his mouth, he licked his way up her
chest, to the hollow of her delicate throat, up over her chin, and
then he covered her lips and dropped the contents of his mouth into
hers. “Ladies first,” he whispered.

He closed his eyes and reveled in the erotic
sensation of her mouth moving under his, the motion of her rolling
tongue as she chewed the bit of morsel. He kissed her deeply and
sensuously, sweeping his tongue into her mouth, strumming the roof
and the sides of her cheeks until the strawberry and chocolate were
gone and she was whimpering against his lips and rubbing herself
against his thigh, the moisture and heat from her womanhood coating
his flesh, setting him on fire. They gave and took, to and from
each other, with sighs and moans of delight until the tart-sweet
taste was obliterated.

Adam raised his head and smiled down at her
and the passion in her emerald eyes sent spasms of lust through
him. “I guess that was my antipasto.” He traced his finger around
her lips all wet and swollen from their kiss.

“Did you enjoy it?” she asked with a smile
laced with shyness and lingering fervor.

“
Moltissimo, grazie, signora
.”

Her smile deepened. “Are you hungry?”

“Only for you, my love.” Adam allowed his
eyes to graze her slender form and the spread of fruit and cream in
which the tips of his mane were now tangled. His cock was pressed
hard and tight against his belly and hovered over the entrance of
her hidden palace, which wasn’t so hidden seeing that her thighs
were spread nice and wide. “I’ve already taken your cherry, you
know,” he said, glancing at the lone red fruit resting on the red
scrub.

“I thought you might like to take it
again.”

She was nasty, and he loved it, but he did
not need an invitation to enjoy his wife. His gaze wandered to a
table in the corner of the cabana. It was romantically set for two
with a white cloth, a bouquet of red roses and burning votive
candles. A bottle of wine and a bottle of sparkling cider were
chilling on a smaller nearby table, and a bowl of sliced fruit and
a can of whipped cream lay on the carpet next to the lounge. On the
other side of the netting, a covered silver, serving platter was
warming over lit burners on the granite countertop of the outdoor
kitchen.

Adam couldn’t believe what he was about to
say when his bride had gone to so much trouble to create this mood
for ultimate eroticism, but his gut told him that Tashi’s encounter
with Claire today had caused her to feel insecure. He could tell
her that he’d taken care of the situation, but he wanted her to
trust him, to know that she could come to him with her problems, no
matter how grave or insignificant she thought they might be.

He didn’t want her keeping things from him
like Pilar had kept from Bryce. Pilar’s tragic death was the very
reason they’d started the Billionaire Brides club, to which Tashi
was the newest and last member. Daisy had told him that the wives
had intervened and sent Claire packing with her tail between her
legs. He hoped their defensive move and his warning would be enough
to scare Claire. He didn’t want to have to deal with her, but he
would if she came near his wife again.

“Tashi, why did you do all this?” he asked,
bringing his gaze back to her face.

She pouted her lips and her eyes darkened.
“You don’t like it?”

“I do, but just being in your presence is
enticement enough.”

“I just want to keep it interesting.”

“Tashi,” he said with gentle patience, “this
is something a spouse would do later on in a marriage when there’s
trouble or when passion wanes because of the pressures of life and
the obligations of raising a family, et al. We just got married two
days ago, baby. We’re nowhere close to needing this.” He swiped his
hand around the tent.

Doubt clouded her eyes and she turned her
head and gazed out at the cascading waterfalls. “You’re used to
experienced women and I don’t want to bore you. I don’t want you to
get tired of me.”

Adam placed a finger under her chin and
turned her face back to him. “Who told you that you would bore me,
that I would get tired of you?”

Her lashes crash-landed on her cheeks for a
few silent seconds, then she raised them again. “I wasn’t going to
say anything because I don’t want you to think that I’m jealous or
insecure, but then Kaya said I should tell you.”

“Tell me what?” He had to remember to thank
Kaya.

Her chest trembled on a shudder and the slice
of strawberry on her left nipple rolled down the side to nestle
between the valley of her breasts. “Tell me what?” Adam asked again
as he dropped his head and began nibbling on that slice of
strawberry.

She trembled and moaned. “I—I—I ran into
your—your ex today.”

“Which one?” he asked lapping at the cream on
the side of her breast and taking a slice of banana and melon into
his mouth. Her heart was beating so ferociously, it gave pulse to
his lips as they skipped across the silky heated surface of her
skin.

“Cla—Uh—Claire...”

“It’s a small town. Where?” He licked at her
nipples in turn, rolling his tongue around them before feasting on
the slices of kiwi and pineapple on her breasts.

Her fingers burrowed into his hair. “At—at
the esplanade when I was—um—wait— Ahh,” she screamed when he pulled
one of her breasts into his mouth and began to suck her earnestly.
She grabbed handfuls of his hair, and her lower body jerked upward
bringing their sexes into heated contact. Her leg that had been
draped over the back of the chaise lounge crash-landed on his
shoulder in a trembling heap.

Adam seized the opportunity to ease her down
the lounge so that her sweet little behind was on the edge. He
spread her wide, and holding her open with a hand on each of her
thighs, he settled between them. “Continue,” he said, bending to
lick his way over to her other breast. He flicked at her nipple,
loving the feel of it hardening against his tongue, and welcoming
the sighs of pleasure escaping from her throat. To fan her desire,
he pressed his hips into her and began sliding the ridge of his
cock along the slickness of her femininity. He felt the pitted
cherry pop between them, splaying warm, sticky juices into the
hairs at their groins. “Go on, Tashi. I want you to hear exactly
what Claire said to you. Tell me everything.” His voice was thick
and slurred with constrained passion, and a little bit of pain from
her tugging on his mane. He licked his way down her breasts,
leaving no traces of fruit or cream behind.

“She—um—she asked me if I got pregnant to
trap you into marrying me.”

“Well, we both know that’s not the case.” His
lips trailed south to her torso. He took his time eating every bit
of fruit she’d placed there before he licked her quivering stomach
clean of the whipped cream. “What did you say to her?” He used his
tongue to pluck the red grape from inside her belly button, and as
the sweet juice burst into his mouth, he proceeding to lick the
remnants of the whipped cream out of the hollow.

Tashi was trembling now, and her hands were
beating out an erratic rhythm on his shoulders, his back, and his
head. “I—I didn’t re—respond.”

“Do you think you’re pregnant?” He dropped
feathery kisses all over her stomach as he rocked his hips against
her.

“I don’t—don’t know. I feel I might be.
Michelle says I could find out by the end of the we—week.”

“Hmm…” Adam disconnected their sexes and
trailed one hand along her silky thigh toward her moist heat. He
parted her and slipped a finger inside her—knuckle deep. Her
muscles clamped around him, hot and wet and so tight he had to
exert effort to move his finger back and forth.

“Adam,” she moaned, trying to squeeze her
thighs together to combat the pleasure of his finger moving back
and forth inside her. “Oh…Yeah… Oh yes.” She began to gyrate her
hips, trying to match the rhythm.

With a wicked smile, Adam traced his tongue
from her belly button to the outline of her furry groin. He nibbled
at the remnants of the crushed cherry, licking her bush clean of
the sweet tartness. As usual, her scent thrilled him, and he headed
south. He flicked the tip of his tongue against her little swollen
yin bean, her musky taste making his cock dribble on his stomach.
She gasped and jerked into his mouth. “What else did Claire say?”
He traced his tongue along the insides of her folds as he fondled
her breast with his other hand, lightly pinching the nipples
between his fingers.

“Oh, God, that feels so—so good.” She began
to buck into his face as her breath came out in sharp short gasps.
“Eat me. Yes, eat me.”

“Is that what she said?” he asked in mock
humor.

“No. No.”

Adam glanced up to see her head rolling from
side to side on the chaise as her breathing became heavier and more
labored. “I want to know what else Claire said, Tashi.” He licked
up and down her moist heat from her clit to her opening time and
time again as little mewling sounds escaped her throat. He loved
those wild sounds of nature she made—sounds he’d only heard from
the big cats in the jungles of Africa. No other woman had mewled
for him. Longing for more, Adam opened his mouth over her naked
flesh and began to eat her, and suck her like she was a piece of
succulent fruit—only sweeter, so much sweeter and hotter, he
thought as his finger delved deeper and faster into her.

She began to ride against his face and press
on his head to keep it between her legs. She needn’t have worried.
He wasn’t planning on going anywhere. “Tell me, Tashi. What else
did Claire say to you?” He let his hand slide off her breast to her
heaving stomach. He opened his palm and pressed the heel to the
area just above her groin to heighten her desire.

“Oh, God, I’m gonna… Adam…” She arched upward
to meet his hand and his mouth.

“Is that what she said?” he asked easing his
pressure, forcing her back from that chasm of ecstasy she was about
to topple into.

“No, no,” she wailed in frustration. “She—she
asked... Oh God…Hmmm… She asked if you—you told me you loved
me.”

He strummed her clit with his tongue.

“Ummph!”

“What was your response?”

“I um— Oh... God…”

He dragged his tongue down the length of her
pleasure trough, moving it left and right so as not to miss one
sizzling inch of her, then pulling his finger away, he replaced it
with his tongue, pushing it deep inside her, as deep as it would go
while his thumb moved up to play with her engorged yin bean. As she
called out his name, Adam mixed it up, alternating between his
tongue and his finger, easing, then intensifying the pressure until
Tashi’s whimpers, moans, and unintelligible garble indicated that
she had no idea whether she was coming or going.

“Adam, please,” she begged in a broken
whisper, pulling on his hair as her body twisted like a whirlwind
on the lounge.

“Please what?” he asked against her raw
flesh. “What do you want, Tashi?”

“Come. I want to come… Let me come....”

“After you tell me how you answered Claire.”
Adam was done playing with her. He pushed his finger back inside
her, and locking his lips over her clit, he feathered it with his
tongue as his finger burrowed deeper and faster within her. She was
quivering and her teeth were chattering if she was lying naked on a
bed of snow. Her thighs clamped around his head in a killer grip as
her fingers tightened around his mane, causing him a bit of worry
that she would rip handfuls of hair from his scalp. “What did you
tell her?” he demanded on a deep groan brimming with a mixture of
pleasure and pain.

“I told her— Oh God! Adam. Eat me! Adam… I’m—
I’m cooo—ming… I’m coming…”

“Perfect answer,
mon chéri
.” Adam
chuckled with wicked intentions as he tightened his tongue and
jabbed it deep inside her. Her muscles clenched around him like a
vise. Her stomach heaved more violently. She uttered a moan that
turned into a long mewling cat-like sound. Her body tightened taut
as a banjo string, and her breathing stopped for a few seconds
before she released her passion on a vigorous tremor and collapsed
on the edge of the lounge. He waited, and sighed with satisfaction
when a deluge of warm sticky moisture splashed into his mouth. Adam
replaced his tongue with his finger and lapped up her delicious
woman’s juices, all of it while she shuddered under his face and
the velvety walls of her vagina contracted around his finger like a
wet ring of fire.

When she finally lay still, but still
panting, he kissed the insides of her trembling thighs as he slowly
and reluctantly pulled his finger from inside her. As he pushed to
his feet, he clasped her hips and pulled her buttocks closer to the
edge of the lounge, stationing her feet on the cushion. He knelt
between her spread thighs and gazed down at her.

Her body was coated with perspiration, her
hair a tangled mess above her head. Her eyes were closed, her mouth
slightly parted, exhibiting the expression of a woman who’d just
been thoroughly satisfied—dreamy and hazy. God, he couldn’t wait to
be inside her, to feel her slick heat clutching at his thrusting
cock like it had clutched at his finger. She’d promised to come for
him over and over again tonight, and he wasn’t about to let her
renege on her promise. Adam’s cock twitched against his stomach as
if telling him that it was its turn to be inside her. To
temporarily oblige it, he reached between Tashi’s legs, curled his
hand around the aching muscle and stroked it a few times as he
crawled up the lounge. Supporting his weight on his elbows and his
knees, he bent his head and covered Tashi’s mouth with his.

Her eyes popped opened. Her pupils were so
large, so wide, Adam felt as if he was free- falling into her
enchanting, innocent soul—the soul on whose walls he was determined
to hang a plethora of enjoyable, beautiful memories to replace the
unpleasant ones she’d had up until now. She opened her mouth to
welcome his tongue coated with her juices and the musky smell of
her womanhood while her hands caressed his back, lovingly, tenderly
as if thanking him for the pleasure he’d brought her. That show of
tenderness was just what Adam wanted from her, and as they kissed
softly and affectionately, Adam reached between them and, grasping
his cock, he blindly aimed the tip toward the entrance of her
garden of delight. It hit home on the first thrust.