To Charm A Billionaire (Men of Monaco Book 1) (5 page)

A
nna
screamed. A piercing staccato shout.

With no forewarning, Damien had picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. He walked without adjusting his stride for her added weight. His steadying hand cupped her behind while she bounced to his rhythm up the stairs and along the hallway.

She didn't have to ask where they headed. She didn't care. However, if he didn't put her down within a few seconds, she wouldn't be able to resist ripping off his clothes.

She heard Damien turn a doorknob. Bright lighting flooded the room before she crossed through the doorway. Her limited view noted the crisp white walls with its abundance of windows. They moved farther into the sitting room as Damien's steps clipped along the wood floor.

He didn't pause or slow his entry into the bedroom with its pewter gray furniture. An array of black decorative pieces accented the overall interior design. They passed a floor-to-ceiling mirror through which she spied an oversized bed covered in black linens.

Destination reached. He gently lowered her to the bed. As soon as her back made contact, she resisted the urge to roll herself in the bed linens and seal herself in his scent. 

"Caveman, you're full of surprises." She closed her eyes until the blood rush lessened and the world stopped its uneven rotation.

"Open your eyes for me." His lips brushed softly against hers like a bribe for good behavior.

"And if I don't obey?" she asked, offering up a slow smile, but pressing her eyes tighter shut.

His breath hovered above her face. The bed adjusted as he shifted. Teasing kisses softly landed on her mouth. She welcomed the surprise with a grin. In response, her lips were bathed by his tongue before his mouth closed over hers for a big sloppy kiss.

Anna opened her eyes.
God help her
. Damien's vivid blue eyes pierced any defenses she'd erected and planned to shore up. So easily taken down by his raw sensuality, she wouldn't stand a chance in this room with him. And the reality didn't stir any regret. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck to extend the delicious pleasure, but he wriggled out of reach.

"Noooo," she wailed. Her dismay earned his chuckle and a slow wink that melted her insides.

He stood over her before using a knee to gently part her legs. An erratic giggle needed to burst free from her as she watched his deliberation over her prone body.

What to think?
Please, don't stop
.

What to feel?
She wanted him
.

What to do?
Take his hand. Show him
.

Under her manipulation, his finger traced a center line on her dress. From the second that Damien touched the bare skin at her neck, Anna's giggle turned into a hearty moan. Her hand slipped away from his and her fingers curled onto the duvet. She tried to hold on the thin thread of control. The effort barely stood a chance as he left a heated trail through the valley between her breasts.

He stopped.

She hoped for only a pause

"Still with me?" His question ended with a mischievous grin that coaxed a frantic nod from her.

His finger continued downward tracing circles around her belly button. Exquisite torture. His touch continued past her dress's hemline onto the bare skin of her thigh.

Her breath hissed its escape.

Skin-to-skin contact added fuel to the passionate heat bubbling in her core.

The caresses along her thigh didn't stop. His thumb swept back and forth like a windshield wiper set on low. Oxygen flooded her lungs as she sucked in long and hard. Her exhaling breath pushed out into wild and unharnessed moans.

His hand locked onto its target. But he didn't ease up on the torture. His thumb pressed against her clit with only her panties as a thin shield. God, her
patata
was wet.

"
Oui
?" his voice stroked her.

She nodded her permission.

He slid his fingers behind the barrier grazing more than her clit. The connection blew her fuse.

"Oh,
merda
!" Anna popped up onto her elbows. Her body couldn't stop reacting to the triggered shockwaves. Every nerve shook and shimmied beyond her control.

His hand moved away from its endeavors, but only for him to lick her juice off his fingers.

She tried to talk, instead, she moaned. Her thoughts colliding between English and Italian formed and evaporated under the emotional buildup. She tossed back her head overcome by the urge to cry and laugh over his intense play.

He didn't let up for one second. Her exposed neck invited a heady mix between his lips and his tongue conquering a new path along her neck. Her body felt wracked with a feverish flush that wasn't due to an illness. Not until he slid off the bed and stood in front of her knees that she sank onto the cool sheets. Her breathing remained heavy.

"Music on," he said toward the sound system built into the wall.

Seconds into the first song she recognized Kenji Girac's sultry smooth voice. Anything the man sang in his romantic ballads dripped with sexual innuendo and lots of sensuality. The perfect ingredients to match the desire continuing to unfurl within her. The music interspersed with French lyrics dropped a veil of romantic bliss over them like a special cocoon to block out the world.

He pulled her up in his arms against the rock hard frame of his body. His hands slid down onto her hips and rested there as they swayed to the hypnotic Latin-infused beat. Her head rested against his shoulder. It didn't matter that she danced wearing only her panties.

"
Je veux t'embrasser
." He tilted her chin to accommodate his request.  

She welcomed his mouth, his tongue, his passion as it all scooped her up for a wild ride. Always the artful kisser, he made her giddy drunk with his mastery of stoking her hot spots.

"Turn around."

She complied with a slow turn and waited.

He stepped closer to her. His body heat warmed the space between them.

It took every ounce of patience to wait for his next move or the next thing he'd say. So far, he hadn't uttered a word beyond turning on the music. His breath continued to warm her neck.

Why did he toy with her? If only she could hone in on his thoughts. Anything to give her a clue.

Did he feel the strange, strong connection between them? Or maybe only her heart spun such wistful thoughts.

Finally, he made the first move. His fingers drifted along her neckline, shifting her hair over her shoulder, before settling on the zipper. Then he pulled down the zipper and gradually exposed her back. Now his breath warmed the goosebumps that weren't due to the room temperature.

Like the gentle brush of feathers, his fingers swept her skin. Every stroke, every touch connected her to him. She rubbed her cheek against his hand that gripped her shoulder and started to dance to shake loose her tightly wound nerves.

He slid her dress off the right shoulder and then off the left. She continued her dance in place moving her hips against the hard bump of his arousal.

He groaned. "
Tu es belle
."

She moaned her appreciation.

But his compliment didn't stop there as he continued whispering words between branding her neck with kisses. Her back arched to accept all the attention. Her behind pressed into him.

"Volume up," he ordered.

Andalouse
blasted over the speakers. The poppy upbeat snatched control of her hips that immediately responded with a series of hitch and swirl combinations against Damien's pelvis.

His answering sway sent her off to a time in their past when they'd dance all night long and then came home to make love until the sun rose.

"
Fai l'amore con me
," she begged. She didn't want to wait anymore for him to satisfy her sexual needs.

"Patience, my adorable Anna." He slid the gown down over her hips and it fell to the floor pooling around her feet. The tips of his fingers walked down along her spine sending sparks of pleasure along her back before his hands lingered around her hips.

Holding her against his body, his other hand slid around her waist and upward to her breast, cupping and stroking her nipple. She gripped his thighs behind her to stay upright and not buckle under the onslaught of his touch.

His chin rested gently on her head. His arms closed around her a bit tighter. Their hips synchronized under the pulsing guitar rhythm and remained together swaying to their own beat as one song faded and another resumed.

"Volume down." His voice dropped into a husky drawl.

She didn't wait for any more commands, but spun around and pinned his face between her hands.

Then she welcomed his kiss as his mouth descended with its demand and hunger. His possession coupled with her surrender. And a sweet savage craving erupted as his tongue staked its claim.

Anna couldn't tell if she floated or collapsed. Her moans eased up and out of her throat as their mouths ravaged each other in a marathon dance.

By the time his kisses slid along her cheek and teased her earlobe, she was gulping air.

Suddenly she felt her back against a wall. He'd lifted her during her sensory overload. She wrapped her legs around his hips, crossing her ankles.

The cool wall contrasted with Damien's warmth. His lean frame sealed against her body. She delighted in the crush of her breasts against his hardness. 

His hands squeezed her behind. His fingers slipped inside her wet cave teasing with little flutters against her clit. She squeezed her thighs to stem the rapture he unleashed. Her
patata
tightened and pulsed in short bursts.

The sweet torture swelled to the point of no return. Anna gasped. The quickened thud of her heartbeat pounded in her head. She readied herself to let go.

"Not yet," he prompted. She didn't miss the almost faint chuckle. Clearly he enjoyed her torment.

"Don't stop!" Her thighs clapped against his hips echoing her plea to satisfy every ounce of wanton desire.

"As you wish." His mouth closed over her nipple and drew it in deeper, stroking it within the curl of his tongue.

His fingers never ceased its pumping deep within her.

Her moans mixed and mingled with his grunts until she soared among the clouds and somersaulted into exquisite surrender. Her loud cry of release erupted, escaped out of the open balcony doors, and soared through the late night air.

Without giving a moment to catch her breath, he took her to the bed and set her down.

She scooted further up the bed and nestled among the pillows. Her chest rose and fell, hard and fast.

 Without warning, she was pulled back to the edge of the bed. Damien's hands encircled her ankles. His smile deep, dark and wicked.

"I thought you had a weak heart?" Anna licked her lips. She had to admit to worrying about her heart and surviving Damien.

"They said building my stamina was a good thing." He reached for a bottle of champagne nestled in an ice bucket next to the bed and popped the top. "Open wide."

She leaned back on her elbows and offered her mouth.

With expert precision, he poured a thin stream into her mouth and waited for her to swallow. The cool crisp drink felt like the magic elixir. She opened her mouth for more.

Once she was satisfied, he drank directly from the bottle. Some of the champagne escaped along the side of his mouth dripping along his chin and down his body landing on her abdomen. She sat up and licked the liquid off his skin.

He jerked and more champagne spilled on his body.

Anna laughed that it was her turn to elicit a bit of revenge. Getting comfortable, she licked the champagne trail over the ripples of his abs to the point of his arousal. Thick, hard and glistening with champagne, his erection tempted her like a decadent treat.

Her mouth closed around his staff, sliding along its length to her max. She pumped and sucked on his juice. God, he was salty and sweet. His hand threaded through her hair, clenching and unclenching, as she worked him over.

His breathing hissed through clenched teeth. An occasional grunt rumbled from his core.

Good
.

She looked up at him. More than anything she wanted to see the link reconnected and repaired.

Once their eyes locked in with each other, the intensity washed over like a tidal wave. He did feel something. Her heart celebrated the a-ha moment.

""That's enough. I want to be in you." He stepped back withdrawing from her to put on a condom. "Lie back."

"Your command is my pleasure." She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and welcomed his entry between her legs. He pumped deep within her touching off exquisite sensations. She tightened her ankles around his hips and matched every step in their dance.

The harder he pumped, the sweeter it felt. She moaned happy to be with him once again. They moved at hyper-speed. His repeated deep penetration and slow withdrawal turned her moans into soft cries of joy. Her
patata
quivered and released as she sank into heavenly ecstasy.