Because You Are Mine Part III: Because You Haunt Me Read Online Free PDF Page B

demanding, but even I know better than to mess with perfection.”
    Her throat convulsed as she swallowed. He reached and used his fingers to widen her sex lips, exposing glistening dark pink folds and the tiny slick opening to her vagina. His cock lurched viciously, knowing precisely where it wanted to be at that moment. He longed to push his tongue into that hole, as well, to have her juices sliding down his throat. He craved it.
    But if he tasted her, he’d take her, there and now. That was a certainty.
    He reluctantly rose and sat again next to her on the wide seat of the lounger. He leaned down and kissed her parted lips lightly as he resumed stroking her clit.
    “Does this feel good?” he asked, his gaze running over her flushed face.
    “Yes,” she whispered, the fervency of her response convincing him as much as her pink-stained lips, cheeks, and heaving breasts. He flicked at her clit, giving it a rapid, gentle, back-and-forth lashing with the ridge of his forefinger. She gasped, and he smiled. She was so wet that he could hear himself moving in her creamy flesh.
    “You’re so responsive. I can’t wait to see what heights of pleasure I can evoke out of your beautiful body.”
    He rubbed her clit hard, pulsing her.
    “Oh . . . Ian,” she moaned, twisting her hips, lifting her pelvis against his hand to increase the pressure.
    “It’s all right, lovely,” he whispered next to her mouth, plucking at her lips as she panted. “I grant you what I deny myself for now. Come against my hand.”
    He watched, raging in an inferno of arousal, as the tension in her sleek, soft body broke, and she cried out in pleasure. He smelled it—the unique perfume that rose off her skin when she climaxed. Unable to stop himself, he seized her mouth with his own, silencing her whimpers almost angrily, slaking his thirst on her sweetness.
    When her shudders of orgasm finally quieted, he tore his mouth from hers and buried his head in the crook of her shoulder and neck, panting nearly as much as she was. After a moment, he acknowledged that he wouldn’t be able to quiet his raging erection while inhaling her intoxicating scent.
    He straightened and rose, walking back over to his lounger.
    “We’ll be arriving in Paris soon,” he murmured, tapping his keyboard and noticing that the finger he’d used to make her come still gleamed with her abundant juices. He closed his eyes briefly to shut out the arousing image. It lingered, seemingly burned into the back of his shut eyelids. “Why don’t you go into the bedroom, wash up, and change.”
    “Change?” she asked.
    He nodded and dared to look at her naked beauty flushed from climax.
Christ,
she was beautiful: the dark eyes of a nymph, the pale, soft skin of an Irish maid, the lithe, voluptuous body of a Roman goddess. He resisted a nearly imperative, dark urge to pounce and sink his cock into the heaven of her like some kind of wild animal.
    “Yes. I’m taking you out to dinner,” he said, shortly, instead.
    “You bought me something to wear?” she asked, nymph eyes going wide in surprise.
    He smiled grimly and returned his attention to his work with monumental effort. “I told you I’d give you everything you needed, Francesca.”
    ***
    She must be becoming jaded, because when she saw the opulent, surprisingly large aircraft bedroom suite, she wasn’t stunned. Maybe that was because she was getting to know Ian better and knew he’d never be satisfied with anything but tasteful perfection. She opened the closet door, as he had instructed her to do, and saw a black knit evening dress hanging in the closet.
    “Lin says to tell you that everything else you’ll need is either inside the top drawer in the bureau in the closet or on top of it
,
” Ian had said a moment ago. “She says the temperature in Paris will be a pleasant sixty-five degrees tonight, so the hosiery is optional,” he added, glancing at his cell phone, clearly reading a text from his efficient