Still the Billionaire's First Choice - Chapter 8

Nerves almost paralysed Sophia. They’d been on this brink before and he’d rejected her then. Just as last night he’d banished her from his car—abandoning her to another night alone. She’d spent every night of her life alone—all but one devastating one.

Now the intervening years evaporated. The hurt bit. The heat seared. It was as if that old argument had just happened and her feelings were too intense. She still wanted him too much.

It wasn’t the money he apparently now had. She was drawn to this man who knew who he was, knew what he wanted and who would stop at nothing to get it—until he didn’t want it anymore.

‘I won’t,’ he muttered. ‘I—’

She pressed her fingers to his mouth, stopping him from saying anything more. No promises. No more pain.

She said nothing, either. She wouldn’t risk ruining this moment nor let him know how much this mattered.

Slowly, he smoothed his hands down her back, sweeping around her waist and up to cup her breasts. She shivered as he teased his thumbs across her tight nipples and he kissed her, closing in. He unfastened her jeans and they were so baggy they fell from her in a heap on the floor. He growled. Yes, she’d no bra on, but no panties, either. She’d slept in her tee and pulled on jeans when he’d buzzed her door. She’d been rotting in bed, hiding from her responsibilities—from the fact she’d probably been fired and hadn’t dared check her phone to confirm. But none of that mattered in this moment. In this moment he was here. Kissing. Caressing. Her.

Her limbs weakened. He scooped her up, carried her three paces and placed her on her bed. He pulled protection from his pocket. He probably always carried it given he’d had so many women, but she didn’t care about being the next; she just needed him now. He stripped in seconds then joined her in her soft sheets. She stared, absorbed by his naked beauty while the gentleness of his touch scraped over her nerves. She wanted him too much. But if she had him then it would be done. And even if it wasn’t finished for her, at least she’d have had what she’d craved for so very long.

‘Please,’ she whimpered. ‘Please, Felipe.’

But he kissed her and then laughed, sliding down her body to intimately tease her until she quivered and writhed and begged louder. That inner pressure built—her hunger fanned by every nip and nuzzle of his mouth, every stroke and pulse of his finger until she suddenly arched. Her breath held. He pushed her to the ultimate edge until she came apart with a cry.

He held her through it. And when she murmured his name he finally braced just above her. She stilled, utterly overwhelmed. He was so close and she felt so amazing and yet so needy. And then with a smooth, hard thrust he possessed her.

Smothering her gasp, she buried her face in the side of his neck. Hiding the tears that sprang not from the pain but rather the perfection. He was hers at last.

But she heard his hiss and felt him still and on pure instinct she tightened her own embrace. She would not let him go now. There was a beat and then he moved, gathering her closer. His hand twisted in her hair and pulled her head back so he could look into her eyes. Sophia gazed back. He was so deep inside, she was utterly his. He flexed his hips, lodging himself deeper and she moaned. He lowered his head and kissed her then—taking her totally.

Only he wasn’t taking. He was giving. Giving, giving, giving. The intensity built all over again. So beautiful, so relentless. So unstoppable. She screamed as that profound pleasure rocked her, held him even more tightly as he, too, shook, then sank his weight on her completely.

She could barely breathe, certainly couldn’t speak. Indeed, she was still speechless when he finally broke away from her.

And he too was silent.