Seduced by the Stranger (Billionaires & Babies, #2)

by Alyssa J. Montgomery

  Unfulfilled sexual arousal burned as hot as lava between them and her stomach flipped. She was transfixed by the slow, purposeful descent of his mouth towards hers. Almost there, he stopped moving, his mouth hovering over hers so close that their breaths mingled. ‘You may not be ready to hear it, but we’re about to make love and I want you to know that I love you.’

  Oh gosh. The depth of emotion in his eyes—the sincerity of his tone—filled her heart with such piercingly sweet emotion she found herself misting up. It was too soon to tell him she reciprocated his feelings because there were still things she was trying to figure out, but damned if she wasn’t well on the way to being completely and crazily in love with him.

  Clearly, Max didn’t expect a response—well at least not a verbal response. With utter mastery, he took control of their kiss and rocked her world.

  Jenna mightn’t be able to tell him about the depth of her feelings and how much she loved having him in her life, but she could put all her sentiments into their kisses, and she did. Following where he led, she pressed herself closer to his body, opened her mouth and invited him in.

  Images filled her head as she stood on tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pictured herself lying with Max, flesh to naked flesh, her head thrown back in ecstasy. She imagined her fingernails scoring the deep valley of his back as she clung to him and experienced one tremor after another of an orgasm so wholly soul-shattering she was left weak and trembling.

  Was it her imagination at work or was it a memory?

  She was about to find out.

  Max’s fingers were at the zip at the back of her dress. It was only when the zip was halfway down, Jenna realised how relieved she was to be getting out of it. The lacy fabric of her bra abraded her nipples, increasing her awareness of their sensitivity, but she wanted that off too.

  ‘Oh, sweetheart.’ The reverence in Max’s tone was nothing compared to the almost worshipful adoration in his eyes as his gaze swept over her. ‘No other woman has ever come close to affecting me the way you do. I’m desperate to be inside you.’

  He looked at her as if she was the most beautiful woman in the world and she wanted to hug him for it, but there was no opportunity as he continued his mission to see her totally naked. His fingers flicked the front fastening clasp of her lacy bra before sliding the straps down her arms so her breasts were unfettered and completely bared to his gaze.

  Even as he dipped his head and drew one of the rosy pink aureoles into his mouth, his hands worked lower, pausing to rub one palm lovingly over the swell of her abdomen. It was an action that made her heart pull because it was the first skin to skin contact he’d had with the swell that represented the little life they’d conceived together.

  He raised his head away from her breast and his voice was full of pride. ‘Our child.’ Then, his fingertips skimmed down and hooked under the elastic at the top of her black panties, pulling them down over her thighs so they fell into a pool of lace at her feet.

  Standing there naked before him, she felt ridiculously shy.

  He’s seen you naked before, she reminded herself. No doubt, he’d undressed her more than once if they’d been dating four months.

  ‘My turn.’ She scrabbled to undo the buttons on Max’s shirt. God, but she wanted so badly to expose Max’s torso and to re-learn the texture of it that her fingers shook with impatience. Trying to laugh through her sudden feeling of hopeless inadequacy she said lightly, ‘I hope I used to do this with a bit more finesse than I am now.’

  ‘Let me help.’ Max took control before she could complete her task and she didn’t object because she was in favour of any action that would expedite having Max’s warm flesh right there for her to touch.

  With a forceful tug, he ripped the buttons as he tore his shirt apart. Buttons pinged and rolled onto the floor while he bent to remove his shoes and socks.

  When he straightened, Jenna gave a little sound of appreciation. Max’s chest was made for holding a woman close and making her feel protected by his strength. There was a fine sprinkling of fine, dark hair over the hard planes and her fingers itched to reach out and touch.

  Looking up into his eyes she saw they were filled with unspoken needs. She understood those needs all too well because they mirrored her own. A spasmodic pulse just above his left collarbone caught her attention. With a swallow, she reached out to place a kiss at the spot then lay the palms of her hands flat over his well-defined pectoral muscles and felt the steady, pounding beat of his heart beneath.

  Sexual tension simmered between them.

  When she allowed her fingernails to score the length of him through the cloth of his trousers, she heard his sharp intake of breath and felt his penis strain against the fabric.

  Her fingers grew more confident, grasping his shaft through the barrier of the material and tracing the outline of the ridge. Then, she dipped her head and drew one male nipple into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue before nipping it with her teeth.

  ‘Have mercy, woman.’ He groaned.

  Raising her head to send him a flirtatious look, she let her hands travel hungrily up over his torso then over the firm, perfectly contoured muscle banding his ribs.

  ‘Your body is every woman’s secret fantasy.’

  ‘My body is yours.’

  Oh. Way to melt my heart.

  His words made her pulse with molten need at the juncture of her thighs as she imagined him filling her there.

  With greater desperation and only a fraction more finesse, she unfastened the button at his trousers, drew down the zip, and sent them down over thighs that would do a rugby player proud.

  Boxer shorts next.

  She took him out, the boxers fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. Her breath stalled at the image of him standing naked and magnificently aroused before her. The unadulterated masculine sensuality he exuded flamed her blood and sent it coursing through her veins at fever-pitch.

  Caressing him with her hands, cupping the heaviness of his scrotum with one hand while her other hand re-learned the texture of his penis, sent the flames of desire into a raging inferno. When she would have knelt, compelled to put her mouth on him and learn the flavour of him, he kept her standing.

  ‘I need to be inside you, Jen.’ His voice was hoarse with unfulfilled passion. He drew her close against him and his powerful erection pulsed between them with its own life force as his hands moulded her to him.

  ‘Yes.’ She gave herself over to her primitive desire with total and utter abandonment because her body not only craved Max’s lovemaking, but she trusted him completely.

  The slow build-up of sensuality was over.

  His impressive arms clamped her harder to him as he claimed her mouth in a kiss that was both ravenous and ravishing. Senses singing, she answered his demands for her response, kissing him back and offering murmurs of her own yearning—communicating how she was spiralling out of control.

  Still pouring all her passion into their kisses, Jenna was barely aware of being swept up into his arms as he walked the few paces to her bed and placed her down gently onto the soft mattress. The mattress dipped as he joined her there.

  As he shaped her breasts with his hands, she stroked along the dip of his spine. She loved the pleasure that engulfed her from their mutual, tactile exploration. Each sinfully erotic caress brought her new dizzying, electrifying satisfaction but it wasn’t enough and her hips shifted restlessly, wanting his touch to ease the white-hot hunger that pooled between her thighs.

  ‘Soon, darling.’ His eyes blazed and his face looked drawn, as though he struggled to keep his own passion leashed. Sending her a tender, heartfelt smile he said, ‘I want to savour every second of this rediscovery. We’re making new memories and I want you to commit every sensation to your mind.’

  Oh God, she would. There was no way she was going to forget this night.

  With every action she was coming to know the needs of her sexual self. She only wished she co
uld remember every other pleasure she’d learned with him.

  A fierce shiver of delight coursed through her as his lips closed around her nipple. He sucked and lathed at it with his tongue until it was such a hard, throbbing peak, the intense pleasure bordered on pain.

  His kisses were delivered all over the swell of her abdomen, detonating erotic charges that kept blowing her apart in their intensity. His hand trailed down her stomach and slipped between her thighs. He needn’t have nudged them apart with his leg because they were more than eager to open for him—to welcome him in this coupling as both a conquering master and an equal partner at the same time. Wherever he led she would follow, held captive by the burning passion he evoked. But at the same time, her sensual confidence grew as she sensed he was similarly enslaved by his desire for her.

  Heart thumping erratically, she closed her eyes, smelt the musky scent of her arousal, and knew his fingers were discovering she was slick and ready for his penetration. There’d surely never been pleasure more acute than having him touch her there—parting the sensitive fullness of her swollen labia, his fingers dancing erotically across and over her mound until they swept along her intimate seam up … up …

  Jenna groaned as his knowing fingers reached her clitoris and set up a sensuous rhythm.

  Slight pressure.

  More pressure.

  Slight pressure.

  Back and forward, then circling …

  Urgency clawed at her. Her hips arched against his hand demanding for her needs to be assuaged.

  Max moved his body lower. The warmth of his breath on the satiny flesh of her thighs intensified the throbbing need of her clitoris and made her squirm and gasp.

  She was going to die in anticipation of fulfilment. ‘I need …’

  ‘I know what you need, sweetheart, and I’m going to wring out every ounce of pleasure from your beautiful body.’

  Max didn’t make empty promises.

  He was right. She didn’t need to tell him. He was more familiar with her body than she was, and he knew exactly what she needed. More importantly, he possessed the expertise to deliver it.

  Stark bolts of pleasure shot along every synapse as he lowered his head between her thighs and used his tongue with devastating effect to tease and lap at her sensitive bud of nerve endings. At the same time, his fingers honed in on her inner sweet spot and her muscles instantly contracted. Needy gasps abraded her vocal tract as she sucked in urgent gulps of air.

  The intensity of his lovemaking had her mind blanking out everything but this exquisite torture which built wave after wave of pleasure—not just ripples but as huge tidal waves that destroyed every notion she’d had about how fabulous this would be, and catapulted her to a higher level of joy than she’d imagined.

  Whimpering, she twisted restlessly beneath his ministrations, her body straining for completion. When the pleasure reached its crescendo, she sobbed her delight and shattered against his mouth, sharing an elemental part of herself with him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she tried to hold on to him, lest she be swallowed up in a vortex of pleasure.

  But before she’d come down from the crest of the wave, he moved over her, raised her buttocks with one hand and angled her body to receive him.

  With his own stark need etched into his features, Max plunged into her and called her name like the man in the grip of a fever. She held on tightly as he stretched her to accommodate his thick length and filled her completely. That was all it took to tip her over the edge again—to make her body judder under his and to have her cry out as her second orgasm hit hard and fast.

  ‘Stay with me, darling,’ he gasped.

  Barely aware of his entreaty, her inner muscles were still spasming around him, pulling him in even deeper to her moist heat.

  ‘Look at me, Jen.’

  It took a lot of effort to focus on his command when she was consumed by trying to match the rhythm of his body gliding urgently in and out of hers. When she managed to open her heavy eyelids, her gaze meshed with the fierce possessiveness in the steel-blue of Max’s eyes.

  The muscles of his shoulders clenched. His face became a taut mask as he stilled, and she guessed he was holding himself right on the edge of his orgasm.

  ‘Don’t stop,’ she begged on a ragged breath as she thrust her hips up, still feeling every inch of his hard length inside her and wanting more of the stretching sweetness she knew as his girth plunged into her.

  ‘I want this to last,’ he groaned out on a laboured breath. ‘I need to wait.’

  Running her hands over the smooth skin of his back, Jenna felt the slight moisture of his perspiration. The faint shimmer of perspiration along his brow also bore testimony to the battle he waged, fighting for control to draw out the mutual pleasure for them for as long as he could.

  ‘No. Don’t wait.’ She wrapped her legs up around his waist and put her hands at his hips to urge him into action. ‘Come for me, Max. Shatter inside me then let me make you hard all over again.’

  Eyes smouldering, her words seemed to make him lose all sanity and he started plunging relentlessly into her again.

  Her hands gripped his taut buttocks, encouraging him to slam deeper into her.

  Both of them were wild now.

  Her fingernails scored ardently into his flesh as he thrust harder, faster, and oh-so-deeply. He kissed her lips with hot urgency and she kissed him back until her lungs were fighting for breath and her body moved in turmoil against the chaos of the bed cover.

  Blinding light shot through her head, but not with the accompanying pain she’d grown used to. Her body tensed before her inner muscles clenched and unclenched in uncontrollable spasms and she tumbled into a long, soul-shuddering freefall. Clinging tightly to him, she sobbed his name and found another rapturous release.

  His body tensed against hers and she guessed the force of her climax sent him spiralling close to the edge, freeing him from the shackles of his tightly held control.

  A few more forceful thrusts and his frame bucked, he spilt inside her and every wash of his life force branded her as his own. The tendons of his neck were pronounced as he threw his head back and let out such a heartfelt guttural cry that it echoed around the room.

  His body stilled.

  Max rolled onto his back and carried her with him so she was cradled against his chest, loving the intimacy and sense of oneness with this man who’d demonstrated the depth of his love and consideration for her and captured her heart yet again.

  There were no words between them, but she knew their earth-shattering lovemaking had impacted on him just as profoundly as it had on her. With unsteady fingers, he combed a few strands of her hair away from her face and tucked them behind her ear. Shifting her head so her eyes were angled to look into his, a huge lump of emotion lodged in her chest when she saw his glistened with moisture.

  ‘We were meant to be together.’ His fingertips stroked tenderly along her cheek. ‘No matter what’s happened to keep us apart, darling, we’ve found our way back to each other.’

  Shifting a little more, she supported her head with one hand and her breasts were crushed against his hair-roughened chest. ‘It’s always been so passionate between us?’

  ‘It was mind-blowing from the very first time.’

  ‘I’m glad you were my first lover.’

  His eyes flared. ‘I hope to be your only lover.’

  Her fingertips feathered at the base of his throat before making their way to his strong jaw line. ‘I’m not sure about my future—about how I’m going to cope with being a mother.’ She placed her forefinger against his lips when he would’ve spoken. ‘There’s only one thing I’m absolutely certain of and it’s that I want you in every day of my future.’

  Max blinked hard and she guessed he was trying to dispel the evidence of the intensity of his emotion. ‘Will you marry me, Jenna?’

  ‘Yes.’ Her own eyes misted with her happiness as he shifted to rain gentle kisses against her mouth, then
against the dampness of her cheeks. ‘I’d love to marry you, Max.’

  It was a question he’d asked her before. She’d accepted his proposal, then insisted on a courtship. If she hadn’t, they’d already be married.

  ‘I was hoping you’d ask,’ she admitted with a grin.

  ‘And I was hoping you wouldn’t refuse me when you’d said you want me in your life every day.’

  She laughed. ‘I’m glad you took the hint. I didn’t think you’d be a man slow on the uptake.’

  He joined in her laughter and she loved the total ease between them.

  ‘You’ve got me every day, my darling. Every day for the rest of our lives.’ The words were a vow as he stroked her hair tenderly.

  ‘I trust you, Max. I’ve fallen in love with you again.’

  ‘You never fell out of love with me, Jenna. You just lost the memory of it.’

  In fun, she arched one eyebrow at him. ‘That’s rather arrogant of you.’

  ‘But true.’

  ‘Yeah.’ She smiled. ‘I think you’re right.’ She loved his total conviction and supposed it was true. This man had been her best friend and her only lover and although most of those memories were lost to her, being with Max resonated in every cell of her body as being right. ‘I don’t have to remember everything to know we belong together. I feel it.’

  ‘It’s powerful, heady stuff.’ His hand trailed down over her back, his fingertips tracing randomly over the dip in her spine and up over her shoulder blade again. ‘Yesterday’s memories aren’t so important when we’ve recaptured the love and passion we had.’

  ‘And when we never lost the respect or consideration we must’ve had for each other.’ Body sated, she snuggled against him and stifled a yawn.

  ‘You should sleep.’

  ‘I am kind of sleepy,’ she admitted. ‘But I feel wonderfully replete and so, so happy.’

  ‘Everything still feels fine with the baby?’