Breaching the Billionaire: Alethea's Redemption (Book 6) (Legacy Collection) by Ruth Cardello Page A

take a rain check.”
    “You heard Jake—it’s my job to keep you occupied until Jeremy solves this. I know just how we could pass the time until then.” He hit the stop button and pulled her into his arms. His mouth was hot and demanding on hers. All fight melted out of her, and she wound her arms around his neck. His tongue teased her with a quick flick, then thrust into her mouth, claiming it as his.
    Desire doesn’t care if it’s unwelcome.
    It doesn’t wait for a situation that makes sense.
    It whips in, crushes all rational argument for why it shouldn’t be there, and sweeps a person away.
    Alethea opened herself to him, moaning with pleasure when he pushed her up against the wall and ran his hands over her as if he had every right to. She was clutching him just as eagerly. She slid her hands beneath the back of his suit jacket and dug her fingers into the rippling muscles of his back, rubbing against him, wantonly seeking to deepen their connection.
    As their tongues teased and explored each other in an intimate dance, Alethea imagined other places she would welcome his wet invasion. Would he thrust that tongue between her lower folds with as much relentless skill? No hesitation, just plundering and demanding a response that she was helpless to stop herself from delivering. To feel those teasing flicks on her clit, that hot breath on her thighs, those strong hands of his spreading her wider for his pleasure.
    Oh , God, take me. Here. Now.
    She was drenched and ready for him. He broke off their kiss and caressed her neck hungrily. She threw her head back and gasped when one of his hands slid boldly up her inner thigh and pushed aside the soaked satin of her thong panties. His middle finger thrust deeply inside her wetness and began to roll inside her, while his thumb found her eager clit and flicked it lightly. In a hot circular fashion, his thick finger filled her and sought what others had often missed, the one spot that sent her over the edge. Sensing his triumph, he used his thumb to circle her nub while he kneaded without mercy at her most sensitive inner spot.
    His other hand came up and pulled aside the strap of her dress and her bra, revealing her left breast to his hungry mouth. All she could do as he suckled her, nipped her, and plunged a second finger into her, was close her eyes and bite her lip to stop from calling out.
    “Come for me,” he said hotly against her neck. “Now.”
    She pushed her hands on his chest as her head thrashed from side to side. She didn’t want to give him this power over her. She wanted to resist the pull of the orgasm that threatened to wash over her. “No,” she whispered hotly.
    “Yes,” he said, taking her chin in one hand and forcing her to looking into his eyes. His thumb moved faster on her nub and his fingers pulled out and thrust deeper, harder than before, a combination of pleasure and pain that was impossible to resist. When the heat began to spread through her, robbing her of her ability to breathe, her eyes began to close from the intensity of it, but he shook her chin lightly in reprimand. “Share it with me.”
    Her whole body shook, and she clenched his fingers deeply inside her as she came with a cry. For a moment, just a moment, she was his. The feeling was terrifyingly good.
    But it didn’t last.
    Almost instantly she felt vulnerable and exposed. She used her hands, hands that a moment ago had been clinging to the front of his shirt, to push him back from her. His pleased expression angered her and brought a defensive coolness to her voice, even as her body hummed with desire for his continued touch. “If we’re on the bottom floor, why isn’t the door opening?”
    “Patience, Alethea. We’re not there yet,” he said softly, watching her expression closely. “Prepare to be amazed.”
    Seriously? She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Pretty confident about your abilities, aren’t you?”
    He backed her up against the wall of the elevator again.