Tangled: A New Adult Romance Boxed Set (12 Book Bundle of Billionaires, Bad Boys, and Royalty)

by Lakes, Krista

  Shane pressed her harder up against the wall, his free hand propped just beside her head. Slowly, he pulled his fingers completely out of her and brought his hand up to her face as he held her passion-glazed gaze.

  Angela could see how the index and middle fingers of his raised hand glistened and shone with wetness. Suddenly, she could pick the scent on them. Shane mesmerized her as she watched him lick his index finger clean of her juice. Then he took the middle finger to her mouth and Angela parted her lips, not breaking eye contact with him as she sucked him into her mouth, down to the last knuckle.

  They both groaned deeply, with Angela writhing shamelessly against him as the taste of her essences clouded her senses like a drug. Every part of her ached for Shane in that moment. Her pussy seemed to be drizzling in rivulets down to her knees. Her nipples were so hard and swollen it was agony rubbing them into his chest. She shook with want as Shane closed in for another searing kiss.

  It was one full minute of him marauding her mouth with his. Angela’s pussy raged with heat when Shane began to stroke his thumbs across her rigid nipples. He pinched them firmly and swallowed her shaky gasp with another kiss.

  He couldn’t seem to have enough of her mouth. A growl of hunger sounded deep in his throat and Angela pulled at him, her fingers running through his hair as she kissed him with as much passion. Matched each thrust of his tongue and pluck of his lips with plenty of her own. Boldly, she dropped one hand from his thick, silky hair to close her fingers around the hard rod of flesh between his legs. A shudder slammed through him as she began to stroke him through his pants.

  Shane broke the kiss abruptly, breathing hard as he backed away from her.

  Weak and trembling with need, Angela stared at him dazedly. Suddenly conscious of her tits hanging out of her bra and half-unbuttoned blouse, she went hot in the cheeks and quickly reached up to right herself.

  “No.”

  Angela stopped, instinctively responding to the command in Shane’s tone. She gazed into his eyes and loved the dangerous heat she saw in them. Her hands fell away.

  A decidedly predatory gleam turned his grey eyes silvery. “I always wanted to see you like this: wanton; your beautiful skin flushed and warm with arousal. Incredibly desirable. And you want me.”

  “Oh yes,” she said firmly in reply to the underlying tone of wonder she heard in his words, adding clearly, “I want you, Shane.”

  “Then show me.”

  Oh my...Dear heaven. Angela didn’t even want to consider it first. She moved forward and closed the gap between them quickly. His eyes were dark, watchful as she reached for his shirt. The next instant, she was yanking down the middle, sending buttons popping unto the floor. She pushed the ruined shirt off his shoulders and off his arms, baring his magnificently toned torso to her gaze. The room wasn’t that brightly lit but it was enough to see the scars tracing from his neck down one side of his torso.

  “They don’t disgust you,” he said more than asked, his gaze watching her every expression.

  “God. No,” she breathed, skimming her arms over every broad and muscular inch of his chest and abs. “That’s the last thing you could ever do.”

  Licking on her lips, Angela clashed her mouth with his as she hurriedly undid his belt along with his pants. She then yanked them down with his boxers all in one go. Shane chuckled deeply, his lips still locked to hers as he stepped out of his clothes, kicking them away as well as his shoes. Angela wasted no time in backing him up until they reached the bed, where she pushed firmly on his chest so that he fell back unto the springy mattress.

  Shane stayed propped up on his elbows as Angela began to undress in front of the bed. Anything that was left of her inhibitions was long gone. She peeled off her blouse followed by her bra. Then she unzipped her skirt and let it pool around her ankles. Stepping out of it she made for the bed.

  The look on Shane’s face as he stared at her brought more of the dampness pooling into her lacy nude-coloured panties, which she left on.

  She tried to picture herself as he would and hoped he found her as captivating as she found him. Hoped he liked her large, rounded breasts and dark nipples already fully swollen, hard and distended...her creamy skin and trim waist flaring into curvy yet athletic hips and her long smooth legs with her feet displaying coral-pink toes as she slipped out of her heels.

  Judging from the way his chest heaved and the flesh on his cheekbones grew taut and flushed with lust while his cock reared and bobbed hungrily beneath his boxers, Angela could surmise that he indeed found her appealing in every way there was.

  Her full, firm breasts jiggled as she bent over the mattress, walking on her hands and knees to where he lay waiting, an unmistakeably massive tent poking out of his silk boxers.

  She shoved firmly on his chest until he was flat on his back, then she straddled his lean waist, her hands sliding up his glorious pecs to brush over his tiny plum-coloured nipples.

  “You make me so wet,” Angela gasped, unable to keep from grinding her moist centre over his groin, her ass sliding over his thick, long shaft barely held in by his shorts. “Touch my breasts, Shane. Suck my nipples. Please. I need you so much.”

  Shane groaned, his hands lifting from the bed to grab at her swaying C-cup tits. He half-lifted himself off the pillows to bury his face in the cleavage his hands formed as he squeezed the proudly-tipped mounds together. Angela’s head flung back as he sought one nipple and dragged it whole into his mouth, suckling first softly, before he grew ravenous, fervent. Started pulling on her tit like a man starved.

  “Oh lord,” gasped Angela, clutching his head and staring down at his lighter-toned face held against her dusky bosom, his tongue flicking at one dark nipple. There was a sheen of perspiration on his forehead and she bent to run her tongue over his damp skin. Damn, she hummed. Even his sweat tasted good. Now she wanted more.

  Much as she loved him sucking her breasts, she let her nipple pop from his mouth. Then, sending him a temptress of a smile, Angela began to glide down the length of his body. She didn’t even see the scars as she kissed and licked each nipple, or when she trailed her tongue down along his rippling abs to the waistband of his boxers. She pulled on them and he helpfully raised his hips so she could tug them off his legs. Angela tossed away the boxers, her eyes fastened on his cock which was fully erect and pointing straight up his belly, past his navel. Thick and long enough to make her insides quiver, Angela marvelled at his size and beauty, his privates shaved completely. Unable to wait any longer, she reached out a hand to cup his sexily smooth balls, feeling his body jerk at her touch.

  “Oh Shane, you’re so freaking hot,” she moaned, her other hand grasping his length as she bent to kiss on his lips. The tips of her breasts skimmed his body and she felt his reply get strangled in his throat. Their tongues met in the open, the kiss growing sloppier and freakier. Angela felt Shane reach a hand between her legs to slide into her panties and stroke her pussy folds. He rubbed on her clit and vulva, sending red-hot synapses of bliss right up her spinal cord.

  Angela could tell she was seconds from flooding his hand with her cum. Jerking away from his masterful hand, Angela ripped her mouth from his. “No baby,” she said with a sultry moan, “The first time I come I want you to be deep inside me, pounding me like a beast.”

  Shane’s face creased in a grimace of arousal. “Fuck, Angela. The things you say to me. Driving me close to the fucking edge.”

  “Well there’s more to...come,” she teased, her eyes dancing as she began to slide lower over his body. Shane groaned and pushed his head back against the pillows, watching her with that hungry look in his eyes she’d come to love. He placed both hands at the back of his head and began to growl his pleasure as she stroked and squeezed him firmly. It was like holding a hot steel pipe wrapped in smooth velvet, and she revelled in the feel and weight of him in her palms. She tried to fit both hands around him, one over the other. The fact that there was so much to get around made her lick on her now pa
rched lips, a twang of lust striking the neck of her vaginal walls where she knew his thick, long staff would be reaching soon.

  Angela glanced up at his face to gauge his response as she flexed her fingers on him from the lower end to the tip. A deep, ragged sigh escaped him and he watched her with eyes narrowed to slits. Encouraged, Angela lowered her head to his mushroom cap, letting him rest between her lips while her tongue snaked out to play with the opening in the head where his precum gathered.

  She murmured with deep pleasure, the taste of him making her want to do dirty, wild things to him. Her mouth parting wide over him, she lapped at the notched underside of his tip while she let her saliva slip down his shaft and in between her fingers, coating him copiously before she started to firmly stroke him. Hearing him groan as his entire body clenched up made Angela swell with inordinate pleasure to know he enjoyed her touch. She pumped him with her fists for a while before pausing to engulf him with her lips.

  His hands immediately grappled with her long hair but that couldn’t stop her from stretching her lips wider as she swallowed his length into her mouth as deep as he could go. Angela let her throat contract around him, loving his texture and heat. Damn but it felt good with him in her mouth, just hitting the base of her throat. His fingers tightened in her hair and he started to thrust his hips in and out of her mouth. She could spend all night sucking on him and listening to the sounds that seemed torn from his throat.

  Each time he withdrew she dragged in gulps of air and then sucked him in again, formulating a rhythm where she bobbed on him while licking around his shaft with her circling tongue and at the same time, stroking him off steadily with her slender, supple fingers. Her jaw felt the burn from being stretched so exceptionally and she loved that sweet ache, knowing it would be magnified once he was embedded to the hilt inside her vagina.

  Hungry for more, she dropped her lips way down to bump against his groin, deep-throating him for a few seconds as her muscles rippled around him. Shane began to grunt and groan as his hips slammed into her mouth. Angela felt him swell and pulsate on her tongue and she readied herself for his seed squirting into her mouth.

  But instead, he let out a ragged growl and tangled his fingers in her thick locks, dragging her mouth away from his impossibly hard and bobbing cock. He cupped both sides of her head and pulled her up to kiss away her whines of protest.

  “When I finally explode, it has to be deep inside you,” he growled against her lips.

  “Yes,” she acquiesced.

  Angela snatched in a shocked breath as he deftly switched them over, bringing her to lie beneath him.

  “Tell me what else you want,” Shane rasped, his hand resting flat on her belly which quivered and tightened.

  Angela was sure he could see the pink tinting her creamy skin. “I...” She bit on her lip, body squirming where he had her pinned to the mattress.

  His eyes were blazing pools of promise. “There’s absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do to this beautiful, sexy body. Nowhere my tongue couldn’t reach. And if it can’t, then there’s my fingers. My cock.” For emphasis, he ground his stiff erection against her clothed pussy, the pressure making her bite strongly on her bottom lip as he said again, “Tell me want you want.”

  Chapter Eleven

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  She told him.

  Looked him deep in his eyes, and shared her deepest, darkest fantasies starring him. Shane groaned, his face buried in the crook of her neck as he whipped in deep breaths misted with her delicious scent.

  Angela.

  Her beauty astounded him. He’d meant it when he’d said there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do to please her sexy body. So silky smooth and soft all over. Her face was rosy with desire, her hair mussed sensually on the pillows and her curves dangerously designed to drive him out of his fucking mind.

  Everything she wanted of him, he longed for even more deeply for himself. When he kissed her lips, it was for his pleasure as much as hers. Just as when he licked his way all over her throat, shoulders and breasts, it got him just as rock hard as it made her slippery wet.

  God but she tasted of heaven on his tongue. Like a mix of honey and cocoa milk with a dash of feminine musk that called to the savage in him. He had to blink several times to ward off the black surge of hunger that almost compelled him to rip her sexy panties off and ram into her in one long, swift stroke of possession. Bury his cock right up to the base inside her snug, streaming walls.

  Shane knew she’d like his rough, rugged side. But for now, he wanted to show her he knew how to take care of her softer, subliminal needs.

  He looked up at her face, made even lovelier with the wash of glowing ecstasy on her features. Her firm, heavy breasts rose and fell with her shaky breaths, the nipples still wet from his mouth sucking long and hard on them till he knew they’d tingled almost agonizingly. She just might feel sore tomorrow. Good. He wanted her to remember everything they shared tonight. As would he.

  Shane didn’t break contact with her eyes as he pushed open her thighs, baring the now transparent crotch of her panties to his gaze. He flattened his tongue over her clothed sex and licked upwards, tracing every inch of her swollen vulva. She shuddered and gasped, gushing out more cream that further dampened her already soaked underwear. He teased her some more, nipping her panties with his teeth and lapping against the slick fabric until the outline of her pussy seemed puffy with the rush of arousal filling the blood vessels there.

  Angela was panting and clutching at the sheets. She looked ready to erupt, her hips moving in a carnal dance of pleasure. To calm her from her sensual high, he stroked his hands up her slender calves, trailing his fingers up the back of her knees.

  When her breathing had become less ragged, he released her legs and settled his shoulders in between her spread thighs. Looking deeply up at her, he commanded her to touch her breasts. “I want to watch you play with those beautiful tits while you watch me.”

  Angela moaned and arched her back, cupping her luscious breasts obediently. She fondled them, her tongue snaking out to lick around her lips. Shane’s brain did that fogging over thing that happened anytime Angela’s utter sexiness went too much to his head. He had to slow the fuck down or this would be over too soon, his cum spurting on her thighs. It had been so long since he’d wanted anything like this with anyone.

  Not that the women hadn’t been beautiful. That high-priced escort, or all those other random women he’d met who’d tried to worm their way into his life. They’d all wanted something from him in their own way. Though his body might have been stirred; his heart and mind were far from them.

  With Angela, she engaged every part of his being until she was engrained right in his pores, even to the recesses of his cells. Weeks and weeks of wanting her had driven him to this; to the point he was almost shaking. From that moment she’d walked into his study in that sexy-sweet white dress and the hem teasing her knees, he’d wanted no other woman in his bed but her.

  And now she was here, laid out like a banquet. He didn’t know what good he’d done in the past to bring this to pass. Now he’d do whatever it took to keep her here. But first, he needed to feel the downpour of her nectar on his tongue, absent any more barriers.

  Using his index finger, he tugged aside the drenched panel of her panties. The sight of her tightly-furled sex made him groan deep in his gut as once again, his cock threatened to spill. It took all his hard-won self-control to keep him focused on the delightful task ahead of him.

  Angela’s labia was swollen, her soft inner thighs wet with lubrication down to the crack of her ass. Her clitoris stood fully erect, peeping from its hood just atop the thin sliver of pink flesh visible within her slit.

  His tongue edged close to her pussy by first licking over her glassy inner thighs. Soon he was plucking at her puffy folds with his lips and dancing his tongue in circles around her creamy vulva.

  Just as he thought, her taste was divinely addictive, and even inflammato
ry. Nothing he’d ever tasted came close to this sexual ambrosia. The only thing wrong with that moment was that he couldn’t spend all night eating her out. But some other time, yes. Hours and hours would be taken just licking, sucking and delving deep into her lovely folds with his tongue and lips. She’d pleasured him so selflessly and uninhibitedly. He would not only return the gesture; he would blow her freaking mind.

  To his satisfaction, he found her pulling hard on her nipples with her fingers when he looked up at her again. Fuck but she was hot. Now that he’d had just a bite of Angela’s warm pussy, he didn’t know if his taste buds would ever be craving anything else. All he’d ever want, ever need, was her.

  Once again, Shane had to remind himself that the future could wait. He had to make the here and now count. One thing was for sure, no way was he ever letting her go. Whatever it took he’d make her see how good it could be just over the horizon. They had hurdles; she was fiercely independent and he had to give up his damned pride and ease off worrying about how damaged he was on the outside. Angela had healed him and given his hope back in the outside world. Now all he could do to repay her was give her all the love and tenderness he had inside and give her the best reasons to stay.

  Love and tenderness...

  Shit! He really was in deep. Those two words had never been in his vocabulary, even before the attack. He’d always felt the certainty that without his money, looks or power many of the women who flocked around him wouldn’t even be there. All his young life, he’d played the field. Pleasure was the name of the game and once he’d had his fill, the nameless female was out the door. Those who stuck around long enough to feel comfortable ended up getting the shock of their lives when he gave them the boot with the solace of compensation of either money or jewelry to keep them from being too cut up by it.

  He’d been an ass. He knew that without being told.