Her Venice Affair (The Albury Affairs) by Christina OW Page A

shake. Enough about Steve.
    She wiggled on Allan’s lap and found all the encouragement
she needed.
    Allan groaned, pushing upward to press his erection
against her ass as his hands grew greedy, massaging harder and groping tighter.
    She knew he wanted this as much as she did.
    Riana pulled away and whispered breathlessly, “Tell
her not to come back until you call.”
    “Honey, she got the picture when you jumped me.”
    “Good.” Riana didn’t need her judging her for being
one of Allan’s in-flight bed companions.
    Riana straddled him, widening her thighs enough for
their arousals to touch. She felt a zing shoot through her at the contact and
she gasped. She moved her hips around and Allan groaned, grabbing her hips and
sinking his fingers into her flesh as he held her down tightly against him.
    “You are killing me, Riana!”
    “Don’t die just yet.”
    Riana grabbed his tie and quickly disposed of it. Then
she began unbuttoning his shirt with shaky fingers. When she was done, she
tugged the shirt out of his designer trousers and threw it where his tie had
landed. She then took a moment to admire his torso.
    She was in awe. The man was truly built like a Greek
god. His chest was wide with perfect pecks and not a single hair in sight. She
looked down at his abs. He looked smooth—her fingers itched to touch him. She
looked down at his abs. Six perfect cubes were carved out and she had a crazy
urge to stick her tongue in his naval. But first she wanted to touch him.
    She looked into his desire filled eyes in a silent
question and he nodded. With ginger fingers, she placed her hands on his broad
shoulders, ran her fingers over them and journeyed to his neck. He sucked in a
breath, closed his eyes, and leaned his head back.
    Riana rested her hands on his neck for a moment and
sucked her nervous lower lip into her mouth. She wanted to make sure it was
still okay to touch him.
    Allan ran his hands lightly from her hips to her
thighs, rubbing her inner thighs with his thumbs before he rested his hands on
her hips again.
    The light touch felt like an erotic tickle and Riana
let out a shaky sigh.
    She went back to her ministration.
    She ran her fingers over his chest, circling his
pebble-like nipples and making him draw in a sharp breath. She found his
reaction fascinating. She then touched his abs, running her fingers in the
valleys that separated the cubes. His muscles tightened there, making his his stomach hard as stone. She set her sights on his navel.
She really did want to stick her tongue there. Odd. She probably should start
with something normal before she freaked him out.
    She pushed a button in the armrest of his seat to
lower the backrest. Aside from raising his hips and pushing her down so that he
could rub against her, he didn’t move. She leaned down and licked one nipple,
like Steve used to do. Allan gasped, his hold on her becoming painfully tight.
She circled her tongue around the pebble and Allan’s hips shot up.
    “Riana!” he half-yelled with a husky voice.
    Taking a note out of Allan’s book, she pinched his
nipple, keeping the assault on the other with her tongue.
    Allan growled grabbing her shoulder and pushing her
away. Quickly she sank lower and did what she really wanted—she stuck her
tongue in his naval and kissed it.
    “Enough!”
    She thought she’d freaked him out until he pulled her
up and she looked into his eyes. She swallowed hard with anticipation. What she
saw was pure predator lust.
    He quickly righted his seat, and then pulled her
sweater plus her T-shirt over her head in one go. Her nipples tightened
instantly from the cool air. Then he released her hair and combed his fingers
through it, pulling some over her shoulders and making a curly, black-brown
frame around her face.
    “Beautiful,” he whispered with so much awe that for
the first time in her life she actually believed it.
    He then looked down at her chest and it swelled with
trapped air.
    He chuckled, pressing