Her Indecent Proposal (The BAD BOY BILLIONAIRES Collection) by Judy Angelo Page B

thought…right there in
her secret spot.
    “Sloane,” she croaked, her voice ragged and hoarse.  “Please…”
    “I know, my sweet.  But be patient.  I want you to want this…” His
voice grew muffled as he dipped his head once more and this time he flattened
his tongue and gave a swipe that made her shiver from the sheer ecstasy of it.
    God, where had he learned to do that?
    But she could wait no longer. For the first time in her life she
needed a man like she needed air but the only one she wanted was this man, her
husband, who had taken it slow, pleasing her first so that she would want him
even more.
    “Please, Sloane.  Now…”  She moaned and reached down for him.
    But still, he would not release her from the tantalizing spell he’d
cast.  After giving her one last lingering kiss he slid his lips up her body,
his breath tickling her skin as he went, and paused to lick the hollow of her
navel.
    She sighed and reached for him again.  He ignored her.
    Next, he feathered kisses up and over her ribs and then he was
circling her breasts, the left and then the right, until she thought she would
die from the sheer torture of it.
    This time she grabbed his head in both hands and he had no choice
but to follow as she dragged his face up and over the stiff peak of her nipple. 
He lowered his lips and sucked the bud deep into his mouth, putting her out of
her misery and drawing a deep groan from her throat.
    “Yes,” she half sighed, half sobbed.  “Oh, yes.”
    When he slid over to the other breast and administered the same
treatment to her throbbing nipple she moaned and her arms went up involuntarily
and she hugged him to her.
    At long last, Sloane slid his body up and over her and settled his
hips between her legs.  He dipped his head to lick the top of her ear, sending
fresh new shivers down her spine, then he whispered, “Are you ready, my sweet?”
    “Yes,” she whispered back.
    “Are you sure?” he pressed her, giving her ear another lick, driving
all sane thought from her mind. 
    “Yes,” she sobbed.  “I want you so bad.”
    “Then you may have me.”  He slid his mouth across her cheek and
captured her lips in a kiss so filled with passion that it drove everything
except his kiss from her mind.  All she could do was feel him, taste him, drink
him in.
    And then, as her mind spun down into the whirlpool of desire, Sloane
sank into her, slowly but steadily, filling her with that part of himself that
she craved so badly.
    For a moment he went still, never releasing her from his kiss, but
waiting for her to adjust to his invasion.  And then, when her body began to
relax and she began to move under him, making her desire plain, he began to
move too, stroking rhythmically then thrusting into her as she moaned.
    And this time her moans were soft and sensual, trembling with
pleasure as he slid in and out, stroking her, feeding the fire that burned
inside.  This time her moans were not from pain but from a mounting tension, a
sweet sensual sensation building inside her as he slid his manhood into her
core.
    “That’s it, honey.  Just relax.  Move with me.”
    His whispers were soft and soothing, surprisingly gentle as he made
love to her, letting her follow his every move, matching the rhythm of his hips
to hers.
    And then he shifted position, angling his hips so that with each
thrust his pelvic bone stroked her clitoris, sending sparks shooting up her
body.
    “Ooh,” she hissed as the sensation swept through her.
    And still he kept on thrusting, and stroking, and sweeping her up in
a swirling cloud of ecstasy.
     And then a ball of fire began to build in her nether region,
burgeoning and billowing till it burst in a volcanic eruption that shook her
body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
    Melanie screamed.  She clutched Sloane’s shoulders and clung to him
as she cried out his name.
    Sloane stayed still, bracing himself over her as her body continued
to shake as she