Millionaire Husband by Leanne Banks

frustration. “Tight,” he muttered and swore.
    “It’s been a while,” she confessed.
    “How long?”
    She breathed and wiggled beneath him, feeling herself slowly begin to accommodate him. “A while.”
    He swore again at her movements. “How long?” he repeated.
    “Do we have to discuss this now?” she asked, distracted by his sensual invasion. “Can’t you think of something better to do?”
    He looked at her as if she’d just completely shredded his patience. His gaze dark and primitive, he flexed his powerful thighs and pushed deeper inside her, stealing her breath again. He lifted her hands to the wooden posts on the headboard. “Hold on,” he told her and began a mind-bending rhythm.
    His chest brushed her breasts and he stole kisses with each thrust. She felt the friction of his legs against her thighs. With a long motion, he pulled his hardness nearly all the way out of her. Craving moreof him, she arched and flexed around him in silent invitation.
    He licked her lips. “You like the way I feel inside you, don’t you?”
    She felt him, tantalizingly out of reach, at her entrance. She wiggled.
    He licked her lips again. “Answer me,” he demanded.
    Surrounded by him and her need for him, she felt as if she were at his mercy. It was humbling, liberating, and scary. Though she feared what she might be giving up, she closed her eyes and just for the moment surrendered to her humanness, to her need as a woman. “Yes,” she whispered.
    Covering her hands on the headboard with his, he took her with all the heat and fury his gaze had earlier promised. He stretched inside her, filling her so completely she felt as if every stroke of his masculinity provided the most exquisite, intimate massage.
    She felt his tension rise with the force of a crashing earthquake. His body quaked and rippled as he took her to the top again. Amy fought her release, fought the dizzying oxygen-deprived moment of ecstasy. In a primitive feminine way, she wanted to experience every moment of his pleasure.
    She felt it before she saw it. His body stiffened, then he closed his eyes. “Amy,” he muttered in a sex-rough voice that called her to come with him.His climax took her over the edge again, and her body joined his in a rocket to the sky, shooting like a star.
    Moments passed before Amy could breathe normally. Her head was spinning, her ears ringing as if cannons had gone off. Distantly she felt Justin roll beside her, his chest pressed against her side.
    Her heart pounded so hard she was sure he could hear it. She knew she had never given herself so thoroughly, and she couldn’t remember feeling this vulnerable in her adult life. Ever. She wanted to be held. Badly.
    “Are you okay?” he asked, and she closed her eyes to his inquiring gaze. If he couldn’t see her eyes, then he couldn’t read her turmoil.
    She cleared her throat. “Yes.”
    “Sure?”
    “Yes,” she said too quickly. Why did she feel as if she’d splintered into a thousand pieces and all those pieces of Amy would never be arranged in quite the same way again? She suddenly felt the horrifying urge to weep. Gritting her teeth against the feeling, she stiffened her love-worn body.
    Justin slid his arm around her waist and shifted her on her side so she was cocooned against him. He surrounded her and even though her mind was racing, some primitive part of her must have trusted him because her body relaxed.
    “You blew me away,” he murmured next to her ear, a secret that gave her a sliver of ease.
    Although she suspected their “blowing away” scales were vastly different, the notion that she’d had a fraction of the impact on him that he’d made on her allowed her to breathe normally.
    Several hours later, she awakened, disoriented. What was she doing here? This wasn’t her bed. Justin’s arm was still wrapped around her, serving as a reminder of their intimacy. Amy shifted slightly and her body reminded her more thoroughly with twinges from