by Ana E Ross
Bryce’s hands trailed eagerly down her soft body, caressing every sacred inch of her. He sighed in pleasure as his hands moved to cup her delectable buttocks. She rubbed against him and curved her body, allowing him to easily dip his finger between the apex of her thighs to find her hot and wet, ready for him.
Four days was way too long for him not to have made love to his wife. “I missed you, love,” he whispered against her lips.
“I missed you too, so much. I love you, so much.”
With a bit of maneuvering of their bodies, Bryce spread her thighs over his and eased his turgid aching erection inside her warm slippery channel. She trembled on a long deep sigh of desire as her muscles closed and tightened around him. Each tremor resonated deep inside Bryce, past his flesh to his heart and soul.
He angled his head and captured one swollen breast in his mouth and suckled her. The thought of his baby’s little mouth nursing at her breasts in less than nine months deepened his hunger. He captured the other one and with his hands on the lovely arc of her buttocks, guiding her, he began to thrust up inside her, slow, deep, and steady. Her sighs and moans and the undulating movements of her body on his sent deep, earth-shaking tremors surging through him.
Flames of passion churned deep within both of them, pushing them higher and higher to that pinnacle of delight where the only way out of the sizzling vortex that whipped them about was to crash and burn. They cried out each other’s names as the hot tide of passion pulled them under then eject them up and out into the universe, where they exploded, shattering into a million glowing stars. Yet one body, one mind, one soul.
They clung to each other, soaked and trembling, fighting for air.
Lying on his stomach with his still hungry sex buried inside her, Kaya spoke. “Bryce?”
“What, sweetheart?”
“My panties have been disappearing.”
Bryce held his breath, his stroke down the hollow of her back temporarily halted. “I wonder where they could be.”
“I found a few in the pockets of your trousers. And I know why you take them.”
Bryce chuckled. “You got me.”
He groaned as her muscles contracted around him as if to punish him.
“You're a dirty, dirty man.”
His laughter floated up from his throat, and he felt the vigor return to his sex, full force. It was going to be another long night of passion. Supporting Kaya’s back with his arm, Bryce rolled over and pinned her to the mattress. “Can’t help it. I love the way you smell, love. And you’re right, I’m dirty. Just let me show you how dirty I am.”
He reached down to where their sexes were joined and lathered his fingers with her hot juices. He smeared it all over her face, her chin, her neck, loving the delicious chuckles she emitted. He kissed her deeply, and as her laughter turned to desire and she began to move provocatively under him, Bryce buried his nose in the hollow of her neck. “What’s the count?” he asked against her skin. They’d been practicing Taoist Secrets of Love.
“Nine,” she whispered on a shudder.
Bryce recaptured her mouth as he began to thrust with measured strokes. Nine shallow quick thrusts, one deep and long, nine shallow, one deep, nine shallow…
Bryce repeated the mesmerizing cadence until Kaya’s erotic groans and unintelligible words floating from her lips, the unrelenting convulsions of her thrashing body, the thumping of her heart under his, the sheen of moisture covering her body, told him that she was trapped in the relentless cyclone of a series of tumultuous orgasmic waves. She was drowning, raking her sharp nails into his back, bawling out his name, and the only way he knew to save her was to jump in the water with her.
All the blood in Bryce’s body rushed to gather in a sizzling whirlpool between his legs. He thrust with renewed speed and intensity—just in and out at his body’s will, for his mind had gone numb.
When the dam broke and his seed flooded her womb, Bryce bellowed Kaya’s name then dropped his head in the hollow of her neck and filled his lungs with her intoxicating aroma.
As he succumbed to the flames of surrender, Bryce thought that if anyone ever asked him what love smelled like, his reply would be, “Kaya.”
The End
From the Desk of Ana E Ross
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Until our paths cross again in Granite Falls, enjoy an excerpt from Book Three in The Billionaire Brides of Granite Falls series.
Fondly,
Ana
THE PLAYBOY’S FUGITIVE BRIDE
Chapter One
He was the epitome of masculinity as he strolled through the door of the ski cabin, bringing a draft of New England’s frigid air with him. The rough-hewn floor groaned under his weight, and his hard muscles rippled beneath his skin-tight ski outfit as his sturdy legs transported his six-foot, three-inch frame across the room. He came to a stop in front of a woodstove, pulled off his mittens and held his large hands toward the roaring flames.
Nia’s eyes glowed with a mixture of conflicting emotions as she gaped at the notorious Italian playboy of the century—Massimo Luciano Andretti, sole heir to Andretti Industries, one of the largest textile manufacturers in the world.
With his smooth olive complexion, jet-black wavy hair, a wide sensuous mouth, and eyes as blue as the Atlantic Ocean on a sunny day, Massimo was by far the sexiest exhibit in the billionaire bachelors’ storefront window. No woman he set his sights on was safe. He captured them, pampered them, bedded them, then wiped his mouth and moved on to the next willing victim like an impartial judge at a pie-baking contest.
But Massimo’s irresistible sex appeal wasn’t the reason Nia had tracked him down to his resort mountain town of Granite Falls, New Hampshire. She had a six-year-old score to settle with the bastard who’d caused her family’s financial ruin, the death of her father, and just recently placed her younger brother’s and her own lives in jeopardy.
On his dying bed, her father had made her promise to forgive the Andretti’s and take care of Aaron. Nia had kept her promise and gone on with her life as best she could, even though she had never been able to put Massimo Andretti completely out of her mind since she’d first seen him seven years ago.
Aaron had grown into a responsible young man and didn’t need her protection from Maine’s child welfare system, anymore. He was a high school senior, and had recently received an early acceptance and a full scholarship to attend Princeton next year. Nia was so proud of him, and grateful that she’d had a chance to give him as normal a life as possible. It wasn’t easy, and many times she’d prayed for someone to come along and take the enormous burden of parenthood off her young shoulders. But no one had come. She was all Aaron had, and he was all she had. Together, they’d survived their turbulent past and had been looking forward to a better future.
But the past had a way of invading a girl’s present and hijacking her future. It showed up in the form of a letter from a loan shark named Eddie. Included in the letter was a copy of a six-year-old promissory note that bore her father signature. Apparently, in a desperate attempt to save their family’s paper mill, her father had borrowed a substantial amount of money from Eddie after Massimo failed to honor the contract his then recently deceased father, Piero, had made with hers. Eddie wanted his money—interest, penalties, and late fees included.
The letter was addressed to Nia Sylk. Nia still had no idea how Eddie had tracked her down, especially when she’d been so careful to cover her tracks over the years. She’d simply ignored the letter, hoping he would think the intended party never
received it, but when a second letter arrived with a picture of Aaron walking home from school that very day, and a promise that he would be hurt—first, if she didn’t produce the money within three months, Nia knew she was in real trouble.
There was no way she could come up with a million dollars—ever—much less in three months. In her desperation, her thoughts went to one man—Massimo Andretti. He had caused this problem. It was only fair that he fix it. She’d thought of writing to him, but recalling her father’s numerous unsuccessful attempts to contact him, six years ago, she’d decided it was a waste of time.
Luckily for her, the delivery of the second letter coincided with the breakup of Massimo’s six-month engagement to an English heiress. Nia wasn’t surprised when it fell apart. Massimo was an Andretti, and five months into the engagement, rumors of an affair began flying. Then just two weeks ago, the bride-to-be cancelled the wedding. Nia didn’t blame the woman—it wasn’t like she needed his money. Andretti men were known to carry on affairs during their marriages. Massimo was already proving he was hewn from the same philandering piece of granite.
He hopped beds as frequently as he hopped the globe, which was pretty often, seeing he owned companies on every continent. His five-month engagement to the heiress was the longest relationship he’d ever maintained. He never denied the charges of infidelity, and he didn’t even seem shaken up over the breakup. As far as the world knew, he hadn’t yet zeroed in on his next catch. But with Massimo, one never knew.
The thought of associating herself with such an unscrupulous man sent pangs of disgust and fear surging through Nia. But she had no choice. Her father owed Eddie. Massimo owed her. His broken promises had destroyed her family. That debt was not hers. It was Massimo’s. And it was time he paid it.
Pushing back the clouds of fear, Nia rubbed her palms along her arms and curled her fingers into the soft material of her cashmere sweater. Her new wardrobe and travel expenses had cost several thousand dollars, not to mention the high interest on her credit cards, but she couldn’t approach Massimo looking like an underpaid schoolteacher. He was a man who appreciated classy women. She’d never seen a shabby-looking interest on his arm.
A rush of uncertainly fluttered in her belly. What if Massimo didn’t take her bait? What if he decided she wasn’t worth the trouble? She knew Eddie would keep his promise to hurt Aaron if she failed?
The day after she’d gotten the second letter, Nia had packed Aaron up and sent him to the Caribbean to stay with her friend who’d moved back there. She didn’t want Eddie getting any ideas that he could kidnap and hold Aaron as collateral until she paid the debt. Besides, she couldn’t leave him in New York by himself, and she couldn’t bring him to Granite Falls on her clandestine mission. She’d merely told him that it was imperative that he left the country. He wasn’t happy about the disruption in his senior year, but he had no choice. She’d been tempted to follow him across the ocean and forget about Massimo Andretti.
But Eddie had found them once. He could find them again. This time, there would be no warning. He would just kill them.
Nia’s heart began to race as Massimo started to slide his mittens back on. He was getting ready to go back out. Maybe she should let him go before her plan blew up in her face. Massimo Andretti could turn out to be far more dangerous than Eddie if he discovered she was about to swindle him.
No. She shook her head. There was no room for doubt and fears. Massimo was the only way to keep her and Aaron safe and alive. She just had to convince this Andretti rake that she was his next willing victim.
Girding herself with resolve, Nia slid the metal strap of her knockoff Kate Spade purse over her shoulder and glided from the bench. Her legs felt like worn-out elastic as she covered the short distance to Massimo’s side. “Beautiful day for skiing, isn’t it?” she said, smiling up at him.
He slowly turned his head. His thick long lashes lifted and his deep-blue gaze patrolled her face. “Then why aren’t you out on the trails enjoying the fresh snow and exhilarating air?”
Nia breathed through the sensual tremor that rocked her body. She never knew being this close to a man could be so unnerving. She forced her confused emotions into order and placidly said, “I enjoy watching other people.”
His wide mouth pulled into a slight smile and his gaze moved slowly down the length of her, then back up again. “Is this the way you get your kicks, watching other people?”
“It depends on what I’m watching them do,” she responded, holding his hard gaze even as the provocative question and his deep voice made her insides quiver.
Massimo surveyed the young woman with a wealth of straight dark hair tumbling past her rounded shoulder to the soft curve of her back. He’d felt an instant attraction toward her from the moment he walked into the cabin and spotted her sitting in the corner. If it weren’t for the sticky matter of his marriage of convenience in less than a week, he would have joined her at the booth and be charming his way between her shapely thighs already.
He groaned inwardly as his eyes feasted on the slender brown-skinned kitten gazing up at him through almond-shaped chocolate eyes. She was wearing black leather boots, a red cashmere sweater that accentuated her jutting breast, and body-hugging jeans that seductively emphasized her narrow waist, just-right hips, and a firm round derriere that would fit nicely in his palms. She clearly hadn’t come to the mountain to ski.
He forced his gaze back to her pear-shaped face and full rosy lips, structuring a mouth so wide, visions of her kissing specific erogenous parts of his body sent a licentious need coursing through him. She was sinfully sexy in an unsettling innocent way. He hadn’t been with a woman in weeks, and just looking at her was pushing him close to the edge of his restraint.
As he continued to gaze into her eyes, a disturbing familiarity washed over Massimo. He’d seen those eyes before—wide and radiant, with an orange, reddish rim around the pupils and a combination of gold and lighter brown shades within the irises. She was definitely not a one-night fling—even in his most inebriated state, he would have remembered enjoying such an exotic creature. So, where had he seen those eyes before? “Do I know you? Have we met before?” he asked, pulling his mittens from his hands and pushing them into his pockets.
She dropped her gaze and shook her head. “No, but I’ve wanted to meet you for a long time, Mr. Andretti. What woman doesn’t?” She chuckled softly and tucked a handful of hair behind her ears with slender red-tipped fingers.
That mundane gesture and the way her lips unfolded like a rose glistering with morning due caused a deep burning in the lowest regions of Massimo’s belly. “I’m flattered, Miss—”
“Sylk. Nia Sylk.”
As Massimo took the delicate hand she extended, he quivered at the thought of all that dark, fine, silk wrapped around him. “A very apropos name. Silk happens to be my favorite fabric. So soft and smooth and slick to the touch,” he murmured, slowly caressing the back of her hand with his fingers.
“This Sylk is spelled with a Y,” she said, pulling away from his grasp.
“Just as a rose by any other name is still a rose, silk is silk, no matter how you spell it.”
Noting the flash of embarrassment that shrouded her face, Massimo knew he was right about her innocence. No sexually experienced woman would blush like that at such a mild overtone. Enough with the games, he thought with a hint of irritation. No need to toy with the prey since he couldn’t gobble her up once he caught her. “To what do I owe the honor of your beautiful acquaintance, Miss Sylk?”
Nia’s skin prickled with warm sensations that had nothing to do with the heat from the fire, but from his touch, his voice, and his overwhelming proximity. His aura filled the room. No wonder women willingly succumbed to him. The man was potent. Lethal. He knew his debilitating effect on the opposite sex, and he took great satisfaction in exercising it.
She looked anxiously around the cabin. The two teenage boys she’d seen trying on boots earlier had left and the w
oman behind the rental counter was still engrossed in her sweater-knitting project. The place was deserted, not the kind of ski-lodge that attracted many people. Luckily for her, it was the right time and place to cast her bait into the lake. Imposing an iron control on her nerves, Nia said in a low, steady voice, “I want to be your lover.”
The blue in his eyes deepened. “You’re definitely not shy, Miss Sylk. A properly raised woman would wait for a man to pursue her.”
“Being properly raised doesn’t mean you shouldn’t go after what you want.”
“Bold and beautiful. An intriguing amalgamation.” His eyes flinched like lightning across a lake. “And what makes you think I would want you, Miss Sylk? Women who go around offering themselves to strange wealthy men don’t interest me. I choose to chase the women I desire, not the other way around. You’re taking all the fun out of the game,” he added with a mockingly downward turn of his mouth.
“I’ve never done anything like this before,” Nia spoke up.
“And I’m supposed to believe you because—”
“I’m a virgin.”
Massimo held his breath. He’d had one virgin in his lifetime, and the experience had been so horrible, he’d sworn off them, and kept that vow all these years. But as he gazed into the seductive eyes of Miss Nia Sylk, the very thought of deflowering her, exploring the untouched landscape of her enticing little body made his sex throb. He was much more experienced now, and he was sure the encounter would be pleasurable for both of them.
But he was getting married in five days. Four days shy of his thirty-fourth birthday.
Massimo folded his arms and stroked his lower lip with the pad of his left thumb as he felt the familiar ache in his groin. If she dared glance down, she’d have an eyeful of the huge bulge at his crotch. He didn’t care. He was never one to hide his desire for a woman. He wasn’t into playing games. Games were for the inexperienced, the uncertain, and the cunning. And something told him this innocent little kitten had a cunning game all plotted out with a trap at the end of her ball of yarn, just for him.