The Mogul's Reluctant Bride - Book Two (Billionaire Brides of Granite Falls)

by Ana E Ross

  Kaya held her breath as Bryce exhaled deeply and burrowed into the duvet, his arms possessively locked around her upper body and one leg around her lower half as if it was the most natural way for them to fall asleep together. The feel of his steel arms and leg holding her prisoner sent Kaya’s pulses pounding and her heart jolting. Her nightgown had ridden up just past her thighs and Kaya tried not to think about the weight of his semi-erection under his silk boxers lurking near the junction of her thighs. All she had to do was thrust her hips forward a few inches and their sexes would be connected. Her insides quivered at the thought.

  You have to make the next move. Libby’s warning rang in Kaya’s ears. She swallowed as her fears began to mount. What if Bryce rejected her this time? And just in case he didn’t, what if she couldn’t please him?

  The only two things Kaya knew how to do well were cook and decorate a home. She’d been complimented over and over again for demonstrating those skills. She’d excelled in those areas because someone had taken the time to teach them to her. She’d had no one to teach her about sex—most significantly how to please a man.

  Your husband can teach you, an encouraging voice inside her head said. Michelle claimed she didn’t have a lot of experience when she met Erik. Now it seemed they couldn’t get enough of each other.

  What if Bryce didn’t have as much patience as Erik? Bryce was a busy man who ran a billion-dollar enterprise. He carried a huge weight on his shoulders, and he held the lives of millions of people in his hands. Every decision he made could either make or break his companies.

  On several occasions, Kaya had listened to her former female clients talk about keeping their busy husbands and lovers interested in them. It seemed that sex was an outlet for those kinds of men. They expected their women to satisfy their needs, not the other way around.

  What if she couldn’t perform to Bryce’s satisfaction and he grew bored with her inexperience? She couldn’t risk that. She wanted Bryce to desire her.

  Kaya sighed as she felt her skin begin to tingle and the ache between her legs increase. She wanted to be with Bryce so badly, to be crushed beneath him as he thrust deeply inside her. She wanted her husband incapable of keeping his hands off her. She wanted to fall asleep every night, and wake up in his arms every morning, just as she was now. Kaya wanted Bryce to remember every single moment of their first time together. The only way to ensure a memorable first time experience was to plan it. She was calling Michelle about those videos and books tomorrow.

  In the meantime, there was nothing to do but wait for Bryce’s grasp to relax after he drifted back to sleep. Then maybe she could sneak back to her room without him even knowing she was in his bed, in his arms. If he remembered anything at all, he’d think she was a dream.

  There was no such luck, Kaya realized in a panic when his eyelids fluttered, then opened completely, giving her full view into his dark, stormy eyes. He stared at her in dazed confusion. Unspoken pain, mixed with some other indefinable emotion was alive and glowing in his questioning stare.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  He was fully awake. She could feel the change in the tensing of his body. Uncertain of what to do, Kaya held her breath and merely stared back at him as the air around them became so charged, it crackled. She had trespassed into his private world. A world he allowed no one into. There would be consequences.

  His gaze slid lazily to her mouth. He raised one hand and brushed his knuckles across her cheek, so lightly it sent shivers down her spine. The gold wedding band on his finger flashed in the firelight, reminding Kaya that she had the right to trespass. He rubbed the pad of his thumb across her lips as if testing their subtlety. The act was erotically simple.

  Kaya swallowed, making a loud gulping sound. “You— you were hav— having a night—”

  “Shh.”

  One hand at her neck and shoulders eased her closer. He took her face in the other and held it gently. While his fingers tangled in her messy curls, his thumb caressed her cheeks, her chin, the perimeter of her mouth. His eyes held hers captive as he hesitated, waiting for a sign of resistance.

  He always gave her time to back out, except on their wedding night. She’d rejected him then. Was he waiting to spare himself another rejection? She wouldn’t put him through that again, not after what Michelle and Libby had told her. She had to start taking care of her man like he was taking care of her.

  Kaya touched his cheek, liking the feel of his early morning stubble and remembering how the tingling sensation had brought her to an orgasm before. She remembered thinking how awesomely tantalizing morning sex with him would be. She just didn’t know that it would be their first time together.

  Yes, Kaya realized with infinite clarity, she would make love with her husband. The time was right. No man had ever treated her as kindly and respectfully as Bryce. She trusted him, and she hoped that by giving herself completely to him, she would free his soul from the nightmares that plagued it.

  Michelle had said that her love had healed Erik. Kaya hoped she could do the same for Bryce. For the first time since she’d learned of the second will that gave Bryce custody of the children, Kaya felt a measure of peace at the way Michael and Lauren had handled the situation.

  Their tragedy had brought her into Bryce’s life, and his nightmare had transported her to his bed. His generosity and patience proved that he was committed to this marriage and to her. He needed her to save him, just as much as she needed him to save her. Kaya didn’t need videos and books to teach her how to love her husband. All she had to do was follow her heart.

  With tears burning her eyes, Kaya held his gaze. “I’m ready, Bryce,” she said, the very words creating a pressing need in the deepest recess of her womb. “I’m not reluctant anymore. I’m sorry for making you wait. I’m yours if you want—”

  Her apology was absolved in the tender warmth of his kiss. A kiss filled with heartaches, regrets, and unfulfilled promises that were made long, long ago, and a definite yearning to be rescued from the pain.

  He wrapped his arms about her lithe body and cradled her to his chest as if she were a delicate porcelain rose, and he were afraid she would slip from his grasp and be lost forever. His lips moved slowly over hers, testing her softness. His tongue gently probed hers, tasting her sweetness. He made no effort for deep penetration, but instead seemed to be absolutely content with exploring the outer regions and fleshy entrance of her mouth.

  When Bryce had kissed her like this with Haley lurking nearby, she’d had to curtail her response to him. They were alone in the house tonight. No Haley. No kids. She could scream as loudly as she wanted, and no one would hear her.

  The unhurried exploratory rumba of his mouth and tongue sent shockwave after shockwave rumbling through Kaya. As his mouth lavished hers, his hands began a steady path down the unexplored slopes of her body. He caressed her shoulders, the gentle curve of her back, the swell of her hips, the flat surface of her belly, and finally came to rest on the firm rise of her buttocks where he shaped and molded her like a potter shapes clay. The area between her thighs pulsed with a life of its own, and her swollen breasts and pebbled nipples, crushed against his chest, cried out for release.

  She wanted something, but had no idea what it was. This man she’d married was taking his time to explore all her pleasure points with his hands and mouth, bringing her into full awareness and acceptance of her own sexuality.

  She thrust her hips forward, connecting their groins together. He kept her there with a sure hand plastered on her buttocks. She began to move against him, the sound of their erratic breathing and symphony of erotic moans heavy in the air.

  The thrill of his erection grazing the sensitive button at the head of her womanhood and the exquisite sensation of Bryce’s tongue gliding across the inner region of her upper lips sent Kaya into a dizzying tailspin. She had no idea that area was so sensitive, so erogenous.

  The familiar shivers of surrender began in the lower region of her belly and spread o
utward, growing hotter and wilder with their simulated mating act.

  Kaya dug her nails into Bryce’s chest and screamed his name down his throat when the powerful wave of surrender crashed over her.

  He groaned deep in his throat and lifted her, turned on his back, and settled her on top of him. “Sweet baby,” he whispered, and held her until she stopped shivering.

  His chest rose and fell beneath her cheeks as they both struggled for air.

  He hadn’t even come. That was just foreplay.

  Fire crackled in the air, illuminating the giant rock and wedding band on her finger.

  Kaya’s old fears, along with some new ones, raised their ugly heads again. She had to tell Bryce. She lifted her head from his chest and stared down into his face. The only emotion she saw in his eyes was passion. Gone were the fear and the pain she’d stumbled upon when she’d awaken him from his nightmare. She was happy she could do that for him. “Bryce. I have to tell you some—”

  “I know, Kaya. I don’t care. I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to talk about anything. I just want to make love to my wife.”

  Before Kaya could analyze exactly what he meant by “I don’t care”, he sat up with her straddled across his waist and pulled off his shirt, tossing it across the empty room. Kaya whimpered when his fingers grazed her thighs before curling around the hem of her nightgown. Without being told, she raised her hands. He pulled it over her head and tossed it next to his shirt.

  He expelled a loud breath when his eyes landed on her breasts, standing proud and high as if waiting for inspection. The glow from the fire danced over their naked torsos, and Kaya knew she made an erotic picture for him. It made her toes curl.

  “Beautiful,” he said, reaching for her.

  Kaya sighed and arched her back when his hands closed over her breasts, and he began to massage and mold them—again in the most tender manner as if they would crumble if he pressed too hard. His gentleness, and the thought that he was taking his time to show her how much he cherished her, melted Kaya’s heart. She need not fear his size and his strength. He would never hurt her.

  Kaya clutched his shoulders as he bent his head to her chest. His lips feather-touched her with tantalizing persuasion as he lavished attention on one nipple—kissing, licking, kissing, licking—for a few heart-stopping moments before opening his wide mouth and taking all he could of her swollen breast into it.

  Kaya threw her head back and moaned as her body responded to the demands of his rapacious mouth. Her breasts had never been treated this way, and they were just as captivatingly shocked as she was.

  Seated on Bryce’s groin, Kaya was acutely aware of the ridge of his sex tucked tightly between the cheeks of her buttocks and the cleft of her love nest. His heat burned through their underwear, soaked with the juices that had poured from her body.

  Delirious with desire Kaya dug her fingers into Bryce’s shoulders and began riding his erection. She fantasized even a deeper ecstasy as pleasure ripped through her body. When she thought she would explode, he stopped his suckling and kissed his way across the valley of her mounts to the other breast. He gave her time to come down with him, but before she hit bottom, he repeated the erotic cycle by treating this breast with the same devotion he’d treated the other, and when he’d licked and kissed her nipple into confusion, he sucked her into his mouth again.

  Kaya found herself walking the same tightrope of desire as a few moments before. This time the intensity increased as Bryce continued to suckle at her tender breast. An intangible cord of electricity ran from her breasts to the vibrating spot between her thighs.

  She bucked harder, as Bryce sucked harder. She felt his hand in the hollow of her back as he began to thrust up against her, causing the pleasure to mount inside her. His hands spanned her waist and he moved her up and down, around and around the ridge of his sex.

  “Come for me, my sweet sexy wife. Come,” he whispered around her nipple.

  Kaya raked her nails across his back and shoulders and as she felt herself crashing on ecstasy’s shore. Damp and weak, she collapsed against Bryce.

  With a triumphant shout, he fell back onto the duvet, pulling her along with him. He wrapped his arms about her and kissed the top of her head. Kaya fought to regain her breath and stop the quakes that continued to rumble through her. This orgasm was a lot stronger than the first one. And they hadn’t made love. Her husband was a wicked, wicked man.

  No wonder women let him have them with no promise of forever.

  “You’re beautiful when you come. I should capture you on video so I can watch you over and over again,” he said, lifting her head and pushing her damp curl away from her face.

  “Don’t you dare.” She slapped his arm.

  “I dare. I double dare,” he said with a chuckle. “Did you enjoy that? Those?”

  Kaya nodded.

  “Want some more?”

  She nodded again, this time smiling with anticipation. “I want to pleasure you.” She trailed her finger along the contours of his lips then leaned in and kissed him softly as a whisper.

  “Hmm.” He shook his head. “This is all about you, darling. Tonight’s yours. I get pleasure just giving you pleasure. Take off your panties,” he ordered, gazing into her eyes.

  That one little command sent Kaya’s heart racing to the ceiling. With their eyes locked, she reached down and hooked her thumbs into the waist of her panties. She squirmed around on Bryce’s huge frame as she wrestled them off and kicked them aside.

  His erection throbbed against her wet nakedness with excitement.

  “Now my boxers.”

  Kaya’s breasts swelled with desire and her nipples tingled against the hairs on Bryce’s chest as she once again reached down to rid him of the last strip of barrier between them. Again, she marveled that she felt no fear of him. She wriggled off his underwear, loving the hard feel of his thighs against her fingers. When she got them around his knees, he waggled around and kicked them off.

  Kaya swallowed and shivered as she felt the smooth hot length of him graze her thighs. He was huge, a lot bigger than she’d imagined any man could be. Fear gripped her again. “Bryce—”

  “Don’t be afraid,” he said. “I wouldn’t hurt you. I don’t want you to do anything, but relax and enjoy. Concentrate on your pleasure. Like I said, this is all about you, Kaya.”

  Somehow his words soothed her. He said he knew. She didn’t know how, but she would trust him not to hurt her.

  He smiled, lifted her off of him, and placed her on her back. He immediately bent over her, blocking her view of his lower half. He planted his elbows and knees on each side of her and thus supported his weight.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said, then raised her hands above her head and placed them on the duvet. “Keep them there or I’ll tie them together. Now, close your eyes. No peeking. Good. Breathe, slowly and deeply.”

  Like a child eager to please her superior, Kaya obeyed his temperate commands.

  Kaya took a quick intake of air into her lungs as Bryce began dropping a series of butterfly kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, her chin, and lips. He lingered at her mouth, nibbling, tasting, probing. His hands caressed her face, her shoulders, her breasts as his mouth made a slow trail south along her collarbone, her neck, her throat and down the length of her body. He kissed his way up the mound of one breast, played with the nipple with his tongue and teeth, until she writhed and moaned, then he kissed his way down to the valley and up the other mound, licking, nibbling, kiss.

  His hands, sure and steady followed in the wake of his lips. He used his fingertips, his knuckles, his palms to soothe and caress the tingling places where his stubble had grazed. Kaya never dreamed his hands would feel so warm so gentle on her skin. His lips fluttered across the sides of her torso, her stomach, and his tongue dipped into the hollow of her belly button, sending ripples of delight through her. Hypnotized by his touch, her body began to vibrate with liquid fire.

 
She whispered his name, over and over again as she writhed beneath him.

  He groaned in response but was not deterred from searing his blazing trail of desire upon her defenseless flesh. He kissed his way down her thighs to the soles of her feet where he clapped them together and gave her toes a sensuous longue-lashing. She curled them inside his mouth as her body shattered on yet another orgasm. She never knew the underside of her toes was such a powerful erogenous zone.

  As he worked his way back up her legs to her thighs, Kaya reveled in the purely sensual experience of the time her husband took to enjoy every inch of her body. She never dreamed making love with him would be like this. If she’d known she would never have banned him from her bed.

  Kaya’s back arched when the stubbles on his chin grazed the tender waxed area of her groin, causing a new and unexpected kind of sensation to throb through her. Her eyes flew opened to encounter his dark passionate gaze.

  “I said no peeking,” he warned, pressing his chin into her groin and tightening his hands around her breasts. “Close them. Keep them closed this time or I will stop pleasuring you. Do you want me to stop pleasuring you, Kaya?”

  She shook her head. “No. No. I like it.” She whimpered and closed her eyes.

  “Good girl.” Bryce waited a few moments before he resumed the sweet torturing of his wife.

  Kaya gasped when the tip of Bryce’s tongue made contact with slick folds of her womanhood. He teased her as lightly and steadily as he’d teased her mouth. Her husband was a master at using his tongue to rouse the hottest desires from her. Kaya tried to close her thighs against the deepening pleasure, but he spread them apart, bent her knees, and placed her feet on the mattress. He looped his arms under her thighs and settled himself comfortably between them as if he were about to enjoy a luscious feast.

  He played with her swollen folds, pressing them together between his fingers and molding them into a pout. Kaya clasped her hand over her mouth to muffle the feral scream as Bryce dropped hot feather kisses on her wet flesh. With the flat of his tongue, he massaged her with long, sure strokes from one end of her pleasure cave to the other. She felt her inner muscles contracting and convulsing as another orgasm threatened to claim her.