The Tycoon and his Honey Pot by Sabel Simmons

body under control before I go near that bed with you. Your
first time will be special and you will remember it always.  Get in the bed,
honey, I will be back in a while.”
    With
those cryptic words he turned away and slammed out of the room, leaving her
stunned staring at the closed door, a tiny smile on her mouth.

 
    Chapter Five
     
    Mason stood
under an icy cold shower for nearly half an hour before his arousal diminished
slightly … but only slightly.  He groaned as the picture of her wrapped in a
towel flashed through his mind and his shaft rose to painful dimension again.
    He
leaned back against the tiled surface of the shower and let the cold water cool
him.  His hand closed around his shaft and he grinned wryly, knowing he had no
choice if he wanted to make Brooklyn his before the night was through.
    He
has never wanted any woman the way he did her.  It was more than just desire;
he needed her, needed to bury himself deep inside her, binding her to him, connecting
intimately with her, with an intensity that was so overwhelming it scared him. 
He knew deep inside him that she was the one woman that held his heart in her
hands and had the ability to break him in two.  Even with that knowledge and
her insecurities he could not draw back.   He still had the urgent need to be
one with her.
    Brooklyn
sat up when he walked back in the room nearly thirty minutes later, his cheeks
slightly flushed.  She sat in the middle of the bed with the sheet tucked in
beneath her arms.  With her tousled hair and half lidded eyes she appeared to
have just woken from a deep sleep and his breathing hitched in his throat. 
    He
walked up to the bed and stood staring down at her, his midnight blue eyes
sparkled in the dimly lit room.  He grabbed the edge of the sheet between his
fingers and started pulling it towards him, meeting with resistance as she
clutched it around her breasts.  He smiled and asked her with a husky voice.
    “Are
you scared, honey?”
    “No.”
    “Ashamed
of your body?”
    “No.”
    “Then
don’t hide it from me.” 
    He
tugged on the sheet again and this time it came. He watched with bated breath
as her beautiful body was bared to his eyes.  He had to swallow a few times
when she lay back against the pillows, watching him watching her.
    She
was perfection; every single limb was lean yet curvy and softly muscled.  Her
breasts were full, plump but firm with rosy pink nipples that shriveled into
tight nubs when he looked at them.  His hungry eyes moved over her tight
stomach, down the rounded hips and he growled when he noticed her naked mound. 
She was tanned all over … pure honey … and he couldn’t wait to taste her … all
of her.
    He
got on the bed and stretched out beside her, her warmth filtering into his cold
skin.  She giggled.
    “You’re
cold!  Oh, shame, baby!  Did you take a cold shower?”
    “I
had no other choice, honey.  I needed to calm the heat inside me, so I could
treasure you and give you the care and tenderness you need for your first
time.”  His hand lazily stroked her belly and the muscles there tightened at
the butterfly touch, heat spreading to her core.
    “I
see.  So you are an expert at making love with virgins then?”
    He
chuckled.  “Never … this is a first for me.”   His hand stroked higher between
her breasts and around the other side down her arm and her legs moved
listlessly against his.
    “Well,
at least I’ll have that to treasure!  It is really a pity you wasted so much
time under the shower, baby.  Whatever you heard about virgins … forget about
it.  I need you, just as desperately as you need me, and I don’t need you to
pamper me … there is enough time for that later.”
    He
stopped breathing and stared down at her, his heart beating so hard it felt as
if it was about to slam right out of his body.  He smiled and kept caressing
her honeyed, soft skin, over her belly down the concave above her mound.
    “It
was needed,