She almost purred in delight as he pulled her down onto the couch beside him and trailed hot kisses along her cheek, her jawbone, and down her throat, laving at her collarbone and sending shudders of exquisite torture coursing through her.
Her hands fisted in the fine cotton of his shirt as she tugged it free from his trousers, then carefully undid each button, pushing the fabric aside, exposing his hard ridged abdomen and the constricted brown discs of his nipples. Unable to help herself, she lowered her lips, nipping gently at the gleaming tanned skin that stretched across his broad, muscled chest, swirling her tongue around his nipples and taking unprecedented delight in the tremor that rocked him as she closed her lips and pulled, rasping her teeth over the tightened sensitive flesh.
Finally, she pressed her own aching breasts against the heated strength of his body. Mason wrapped one arm around her back, possessively splaying his fingers across her buttocks, the action making her clench her thighs and inner muscles, and sending her desire to a fevered peak. She rubbed herself against the bulging pressure at his crotch, delighting in the uncontrolled spasm the tiny friction elicited.
But she wanted more, needed more. She needed him.
Helena unsnapped the fasteners on his trousers and slid her hand inside his briefs. A smile of triumph played across her lips as his impressively evident desire for her jumped against her palm. She closed one hand around him, savouring his silky-smooth texture, his heat, his hardness.
“Wait!” Mason’s voice was strangled as he grasped her wrist and pulled her hand away. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right this time.”
Helena watched, confused—her body screaming for the attention she knew only he could give—as he pulled away from her and reached deep inside his trouser pocket. He withdrew his fisted hand, slowly uncurling his fingers to reveal a solitaire diamond ring, the large square-cut stone radiant in the flickering firelight. Her heart swelled in her chest, her breathing stuttered to a momentary halt and tears threatened to fall as she saw what he held so carefully in his hand.
He reached out for her left hand and slid the ring on her finger. “You will marry me.”
“Yes.” She could barely speak through the lump of pent-up emotion in her throat.
“Now,” he said with quiet urgency, lifting her hand to place a hot, moist kiss on her knuckles. “Now it’s right.”
He shrugged out of his shirt and removed the rest of his clothing as she lay prone on the wide sofa. Then he lay down beside her, their legs entwining, their bodies urgent to join as one. He positioned himself at her entrance. She was so slick with desire, so hot with need; it was an intense pleasure pain as he began to fill her with excruciating slowness. Helena focussed on his face, on the love she saw reflected there, satisfied to be joined together yet craving more at the same time. And then he started to move, sending wild sensation spiralling from deep inside her as he withdrew then filled her again. Her lips parted and she dragged in a breath. She couldn’t believe she could be so lucky as to have this second chance at love—a chance to build a life together with Mason. Silently she vowed never to throw this precious gift away.
Pleasure swelled within her, building stronger, harder, deeper, until she fractured apart with a cry. Mason’s hips drove against her, sending another wave of pleasure as he reached his own fulfilment and spilled himself within her.
Mason raised himself slightly and twirled one finger in a thick length of her hair, drawing it to his face and inhaling the fragrance it imparted, a fragrance engraved in his memory as deeply as the feel of her body and the strength of her love.
His voice rippled with emotion as he spoke. “I love you, Helena. You are my life. I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you know that everyday for the rest of your life.”
She reached up and pressed her lips in a kiss against the base of his throat before pulling his face to hers and taking his lips, desperate to impart how privileged she felt that this strong, vital man loved her so deeply. Against his lips she made her vow, “Thank you. I will never betray your love for me. I promise.”
Finally she was where she belonged and she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt she could never willingly hurt him again. She and Mason could continue to build their lives, together, from this day.
ISBN: 978-1-5525-4941-4
THE TYCOON’S HIDDEN HEIR
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