“We can’t,” she managed, her voice sounding too desperate to her ears.
“We can,” he corrected.
Before she could move farther away, he pulled her against him again and cupped her ass, pushing his pelvis into her so she could feel his unmistakable erection. He dipped his head, his lips hovering over her ear, his hot breath fanning over her skin. “You’ve been doing this to me from the moment I met you, Mac.”
“Will—”
“Don’t.” His breath tickled her earlobe. “Don’t make excuses, or give me reasons why we can’t do this. I’ve stood patiently on the sidelines for fifteen years, watched you date other men, waited for you to see what’s in front of you. But I’m tired of waiting.”
She swallowed back a moan as he took her earlobe into his mouth and suckled on it. Heart thudding against her ribcage, she wondered how it would feel having Will suckle other parts of her body. Her nipples instantly hardened. Her clit swelled.
“You opened the door to this when you kissed me,” he continued huskily. “And if I didn’t think you wanted it, I’d turn around and walk out the door right now. But you want it, Mac. You want it very, very badly.”
She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. She’d never seen him like this, so damn sure of himself, so cocky. God help her, but she liked it. And from the look on his sexy face, he knew it. She’d spilled so many secrets to this man. She didn’t have many girlfriends, and sharing her deepest darkest fantasies with Will, her closest friend, hadn’t seemed wrong at the time. Now it unnerved her, the knowledge that he knew precisely what she wanted from a lover.
He dragged his index finger along the seam of her lips and rotated his hips, his erection rubbing over the thin boxer shorts she’d worn to bed.
“You’re turned on, aren’t you?” he whispered.
The word “yes” slipped out before she could stop it.
A faint smile tugged at his sensual mouth. “Maybe we should do something about that.”
“You’re my best friend,” she squeaked.
“Not tonight.” He gave a decisive nod, punctuated by another thrust of his groin. “Tonight I’m not your friend, Mac. Tonight I’m the man who’s going to fuck you senseless.”
Once burned, twice shy…until the passion reignites.
Jealous Lover
© 2009 Brandi Michaels
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 will win back her good graces.
As if.
Greek millionaire 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 all…
Warning: Steamy hot. Prepare to sweat. ☺ Explicit sex and language!
Enjoy the following excerpt for 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 finally 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 belly were exposed and then the tiny triangle of black panties.
Demetri swallowed hard as the gown fell 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 balls 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 fuller, 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 tell 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 finally 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 well as her, he said, “Take off the rest of your clothes for me and I’ll 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 thrilled. He wanted her to forget all the inhibitions of her youth and boldly declare her sexuality. She didn’t disappoint him.
Her bra fell 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 swallowed 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 still, not speaking, but nodding, with her gaze fixed on his hand. When he could smell 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 all 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 totally exposed for you?”
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