Rendezvous in the Clouds: Billionaire Boss Office Romance (Hunter's Catch) (3 page)

“Nick,” I murmured, “come on. You date super models.”

He grimaced. “You mean our publicists set us up on dates. I don’t have anything in common with a nineteen year old that looks like a praying mantis in real life.”

I laughed out loud. “A what?”

“You know, away from the camera most models are gangly. Their eyes are weirdly placed far apart, almost on either side of their head, like an insect.” He demonstrated by making circles with his hands over his ears. It made me laugh till I had to hold my stomach. That’s when he swooped in and kissed me.

His firm yet soft lips were deliciously sweet. I breathed in the warm scent of his skin. He smelled like amber and green herbs over a base of pure, unadulterated male. Desire zinged through me and I felt my nipples light up like champagne sparklers. Meanwhile, further down, wetness streaked my inner thighs. My mind grew fuzzy to think about what he could do to my body, if I was this turned on by just one kiss.

Suddenly, I wanted to touch him all over, to have his hands everywhere. A moan escaped my throat and I felt hot, dizzy and out of control. I gripped his shoulders. They were like granite. He laced his fingers around the back of my head and pulled me in, hungrily commanding my mouth and making me whimper with delight.

“Sarah,” he whispered, his voice thick and raw. It sent a shiver up my spine and my back arched with pleasure.

“Come with me now,” he said, taking my hand. He stood and I could see the bulging erection in his pants. I hadn’t had a boyfriend in months and right then I was one big seething hormone, but still.

“Nick,” I said, trying to clear my head enough to think straight. “You want me to just have sex with you now? I just met you yesterday and…you’re my boss.”

He tilted my chin up to meet his fiery gaze. He spoke slowly as I trembled.

“I am a man who gets what he wants. I want you in my bed. I’m also a man who has made a fortune using my instincts. I can tell you want me too. I told you that you always have a choice, Sarah. If you don’t desire me, I’ll leave you alone. But I am not a patient man and I will not play games with you.”

My brain screamed, desperately trying to find the brakes on the speeding car that was my body. But it was too late. I hurtled into his arms, crashing my mouth against his. Whatever emotional wreckage I would have to crawl out from under afterwards was forgotten as he picked me up effortlessly and carried me to the bedroom.

***

He opened the door with his foot and then kicked it shut behind us. Nick laid me on the bed, taking off my pumps. His hungry gaze traveled over my body from my scalp to my toes. My chest rose and fell rapidly as my breath came out in soft, clicking gasps.

“I want to be gentle with you, Sarah. But you make me feel like a caveman,” he murmured thickly. Every nerve in my skin shimmied in ecstasy as leaned over me and grazed his fingertips along my throat. He knelt at the edge of the bed and kissed me. The touch of his lips against mine electrified my lower spine and flooded molten heat through my core.

He growled into my mouth and I gasped. I flung my arms around his neck as he crushed me to him, crawling onto the bed and then on top of me. His weight pushed me into the mattress as he placed his forearms on either side of my head and cradled my skull in his hands. My breasts mashed against the smooth hard muscles of his chest as the length of his steely shaft pressed urgently against my thigh.

Nick thrust his tongue into my mouth, shooting it in and out as I groaned and writhed beneath him. My skirt hitched up as our pelvises moved together and my thighs fell open for him. The first feel of his cock pressing directly against my clit over my wet panties made sparks of colored light dance behind my eyes. I arched my back and pressed my hardened nipples against him, reveling in how strong he was, how amazingly sensual he made me feel.

He trailed hot kisses over my face and jawline as his fingers popped open the buttons on my blouse. Working his way down, his lips followed his hands, pressing them to every inch of my newly exposed skin. When he got to my quivering stomach he sat up, straddling my thighs and pressed one palm against my lower belly and the other over my heart. The energy from his hands coursed through me like lightening.

His eyes were filled with fire. I had never known anyone so passionate. He took my breath away. Nick gently lifted me and lowered my open blouse off my shoulders. Pressing me to his chest, he unclasped my bra and tossed it off the bed. A deep growl of approval escaped his throat as my breasts bounced freely into his hands.

“You are so lovely,” he murmured, laying me back against the bed. The stiffened tips of my nipples jutted in the air, as hard and rosy as coral. Nick lowered himself over me and wrapped his lips around one, drawing it deeply into his mouth. I moaned with pleasure and clutched his head to my breast. My fingers entangled his thick, soft curls. They tickled my throat as he turned his face to lap one nipple, then the other.

His tongue sent tiny explosions straight to my pulsating clit. Shamelessly, I wrapped my legs around his waist and ground against his rock hard abs. He lifted his body and pressed his crotch firmly against mine, making me moan out loud.

“Is this what you want, Sarah?” he panted.

“Yes,” I cried out, not even recognizing my own voice. His fingers found the side clasp on my skirt. I had to stifle a giggle, because the damn thing was pretty much bunched around my waist. He had to lower the hem to my knees like a prim schoolmarm in order to unzip me.

His eyebrows shot up. “What’s so funny? Ticklish?”

I shook my head silently, but then laughed till I felt almost hysterical, like any moment I could also just burst into tears or start screaming. So much had happened in less than twenty-four hours with this man who until yesterday was an absolute stranger who I had only read about in newspapers, as much a part of my life as the Queen of England. It felt like anything was possible and nothing seemed real.

Nick drew me into his arms and held me. His hands ran large soothing circles over my shoulders and back.

“Do you want to stop?” he whispered, his warm breath soft in my ear.

“No,” I said. Every muscle, sinew and nerve in my body was on fire for him. I couldn’t deny it. Nick Hunter had me, body and soul. I shuddered beneath him as he pushed me softly against the mattress and hooked his fingers in my waistband. Holding my gaze, he slowly pulled my skirt down my legs and tossed it to the foot of the bed.

I grabbed the sheets, twisting the linen in my fingers as he ran his tongue over my stomach and clutched my thighs, parting them. His nose nuzzled the drenched fabric of my panties.

“God, you smell amazing,” he murmured. Then I felt his tongue press against my clit through the material. He looked up at me. His eyes were as dark as thunderclouds and they flashed like lightening.

“Tell me you want me to taste you,” he growled.

My thighs quivered as I gasped, “Yes, Nick. I want you to taste me.”

“Take it off,” he ordered. My stomach did flip-flops and my heart pounded in my throat. I tugged my panties over my thighs as his searing gaze burned my flesh. Nick greedily tore them the rest of the way off, the fabric ripping in his hands.

I clamped my hand over my mouth as he held my thighs apart and parted my soaked cleft with his tongue. His mouth drew in my pulsating clit, sucking it between his full lips. I could barely hear my cries of ecstasy over the pounding of my blood rushing between my ears. His hand ran up my body and pinched my nipple. The sensation boomeranged between my breast and clit in an infinite circle of pleasure.

His rock hard shoulder flexed beneath my grasp as he slid two fingers inside me. Tantalizingly slow, he thrust them in and out as his flattened tongue lapped my clit like an ice cream cone. My body felt like it was floating in space. The only thing that tethered me to the earth was his mouth. Never had I felt so sexually free. I grasped my breasts, rolling and pinching my jutting nipples between my fingertips.

Nick jerked his head back to watch me, his chin gleaming with my juices.

“Touch yourself. Show me,” he said thickly and took my hand, placing my fingers over where his tongue had been. I stroked myself, lightly at first and then with his encouragement, harder and faster as he darted his tongue inside me to bathe my clit and fingers with the juices of my arousal.

My stomach muscles clenched as I raised my chest off the bed and leaned on my elbow to stare into Nick Hunter’s hypnotic eyes. Our gaze collided like planets as a wave of the most intense and delicious sensation I had ever experienced swelled in my clit and crested in my heart, roaring over me till I was tumbling over and under in bliss, crying out and then sputtering till I was breathless and spent.

The bed spun around me as I fell back, stunned by what had just happened. My hands still clutched the back of Nick’s head as he laid his forehead against my inner thigh and blew cool air over my pussy that sent tingly shivers up my spine and glimmering showers of falling stars behind my closed eyes.

He lazily traced a fingertip over my mound and up the center of my body, circling one nipple and then the other. The hum of the plane’s engine sent gentle vibrations through our bodies as we drifted in space, content to be quiet and at peace holding each other.

Nick’s long eyelashes tickled my skin as he kissed my belly. I opened my eyes and he raised his head to meet my gaze. His gorgeous face made me breathless. Light sweat on his throat and face made his skin gleam and his breath was long and strong.

“Did I make you happy?” he whispered, his voice raw and deep. The vulnerability he showed touched my soul, even as his heavily hooded eyes and parted mouth, which let me know how very much aroused he was, stirred my senses. I couldn’t believe how quickly my body responded again, yearning for pleasure and to please him.

My nipples puckered as I unbuttoned his shirt, slowly revealing the smoothness of his hard chest, inches at a time. His lightly tan skin glowed like sunlight through a jar of honey. I pressed my mouth to his neck, feeling the beating pulse of his throat beneath my lips. His scent, raw and primal with arousal, mingled with the lush salty sweetness of my juices on his chin and in his hair.

I undressed him. My mouth fell open at the sight of his bare torso and arms. His biceps were like rocks and his abs like cobblestones, but his skin was soft as a peach. I ran my hands over him, my breath hitching in my throat as he stared hotly at me.

“I am doing my level best to be patient,” he slowly growled and then groaned as my fingers found the top button of his pants. His stomach quivered as I lay him back on the covers and unzipped his fly. I stretched over his legs and took off his loafers. Then with two quick tugs, I pulled off his pants and boxer briefs. His cock sprung up, tall and proud as a flagpole, seven inches of thick steel wrapped in apricot velvet and capped by a plum shaped helmet of dusky rose.

Standing by the bed, I shook my head softly with wonder, staring down at him in all his naked glory. He looked like a Greek god, and he was all mine.
At least for the moment
, a dark voice in my brain hissed.

“Sarah.” I blinked.

“Yes?”

He propped his head on his elbow and looked at me. “Where did you go? Your eyes dimmed.”

I inhaled and then exhaled deeply. “Sorry,” I said. “I’m back.” He arched an eyebrow, but said nothing. I gave what I hoped was a sexy smile and ran my hand over his chest and down his stomach. His breath quickened and a soft moan escaped his thick throat.

Kneeling by his thighs, I wrapped my hand around his smooth shaft. Hearing his sharp intake of breath, I marveled at how his cock fit perfectly in my palm, like the handle of a sword. It pulsated in my grip as I delicately lapped a clear pearl off the tip. He tasted delicious, like fresh soap and sea salt with a base note of lush musk that made my nipples twirl.

I hurriedly wet my lips and formed a seal. My breasts and belly ached to have him in my mouth. That had never happened before. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no prude, but giving head was always something nice to do for my boyfriend, not for me. Eagerly I lowered my mouth over him and moaned out loud as his beautiful cock glided over my tongue. It sent a direct line of pleasure to my pussy, strumming my clit, which swelled and throbbed.