Blackmailed Into a Fake Engagement / Tempted Into the Tycoon's Trap: Blackmailed Into a Fake Engagement. Emily McKay
lower body against his. His arousal felt so right against her. He felt so right.
She felt a boundary inside her rip from one end to the other and raised her hands to cradle his head as she drew his mouth to hers.
He crushed her mouth with his, sliding his tongue inside, seeking and seducing. Wanting to feel all of him at once, she grasped for his back, pulling him closer. He made a barely audible growl that vibrated in her mouth.
Pulling back, he looked down at her, his nostrils flaring. “Don’t start anything you don’t want to finish,” he said.
She sucked in a shallow breath, waiting for her defenses to rise like stone walls. But the only thing she felt was pure want and need. She wanted him more than she feared his destruction of her.
“I’m not,” she finally said, then issued her own challenge. “What about you?”
His eyes widened slightly at her dare, and he lifted her in his arms. “I’m ready for everything you want to give me.”
Her mouth went desert-dry at the blatant sexual intent in his eyes.
Carrying her to the sleeping bag on the floor, he laid her down, then followed. Taking her mouth in a mind-blowing carnal kiss, he pulled off her jacket and sweater. Her bra seemed to dissolve beneath his hands. She felt a wisp of cool breeze, but he quickly covered her with his body and hands.
Desperate for the sensation of his naked skin, she pulled at his jacket and shirt. He helped her by shrugging off the layers. His golden skin was smoothly muscled and warm. He lowered his hard chest to her breasts, and a sigh of gratification sizzled from both their mouths.
He lowered his mouth to her breasts and an explosive need rocked through her. Undulating beneath him, she slipped her hands between them, tugging at his jeans.
He swore under his breath and rolled to the side so they could finish undressing each other. After he’d shoved down her jeans, he barely let a second pass before covering her again with his body.
“I want to touch you everywhere at once,” he muttered against her throat as he caressed his way down to her breasts. He drew one of her nipples into his mouth at the same time that he slid his fingers between her legs, immediately finding where she was wet and swollen for him.
“You feel so good. Got to have you,” he said and pushed her legs far apart. Lifting her hands above her head, he stared at her for a moment, and she felt as if lightning snapped between them.
Aching for all of him, she lifted her hips and he thrust inside her, filling her completely. She was still for a moment, absorbing the exquisite intimacy of his flesh encased in hers. She felt as if her very soul was entwined with his.
Then he began to rock in a delicious rhythm that took her higher and higher. The coil of excruciating tension inside her grew tighter with each breath she took. She moved in echoing counterpart to his thrusts. When he bent down and his chest meshed with hers and he took her mouth in a kiss, her heart and body were overwhelmed. She went up and over the edge, convulsing in waves of pleasure.
A heartbeat later, he took one last searing thrust and his release shook his powerful body, sending a vibration all the way to her core.
Their harsh breaths were the only sound in the quiet barn. Gwen’s heart and mind raced. No man had ever inspired such passion in her, not even her ex-husband. Neither had she ever felt such a bone-deep connection with another human being.
The reality thrilled her at the same time that it terrified her. Suddenly she was sure of nothing except the fact that Luc Hudson had blown her safe little world to smithereens.
Seven
Luc rolled to his side and pulled Gwen flush against him. His blood finally traveled from his crotch to his brain. That had been stupid as hell. Sure, he’d been determined to have her, but he hadn’t planned to take her without protection. A woman like Gwen, she had to be on the Pill, he thought. She was too beautiful, too sexual not to have a backup plan. Surely she’d had other men since her divorce…
The idea left a bitter taste in his mouth. Irrational, he told himself. Enjoy the moment. Enjoy the woman. She was different. Good different. He slid his fingers through her silky hair and relished the sensation of her breasts against his chest, her breath on his throat. He wanted her again.
He reined in his carnal urges. Barely. “As pleasurable as this was and as much as I want to repeat it immediately, I’d rather have you in a real bed.”
She gave a low husky chuckle that tickled his skin and wiggled against him. “Not a bad idea. I’m with you. A mattress is much better than the ground. Maybe it’s something about turning thirty.”
“Speak for yourself. I got over sleeping on the floor by the time I turned twenty-five.”
“That’s because you’re a spoiled Hudson,” she said, rubbing her face against his chest as if she couldn’t resist drowning herself in him.
Something in his gut twisted. “I’m not spoiled. I work my ass off.”
She slid her hand over his bottom. “Feels like it’s still there to me,” she said in a wicked voice.
He gave a short laugh and tilted her head up so he could look into her green gaze. “You are amazing.”
She bit her lip and closed her eyes, then opened them again. “Who, me?”
He shook his head. “How can you not know? You’ve been named sexiest woman of the year.”
She pulled back slightly. “Is that why you wanted me?”
“No,” he said without hesitation. “I want you—” He broke off and shook his head. “I can’t even say all the reasons. For a man who makes his living knowing the right things to say, that’s crazy, isn’t it?”
She exhaled and leaned against him as if she trusted him. “That sexiest woman of the year was wearing a ton of makeup and fake eyelashes for that photo shoot. They put highlighter on the tops of my boobs and positioned me so I squeezed my breasts together to create more cleavage. Fake tan and highlighter on my thighs. Fake me. This is the real me.”
“I like it,” he said. “I want more. If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll forget that we’re lying on sleeping bags in a barn and I’ll take you again.”
She ran her tongue over his lips in a provocative motion that made him grow harder. “Would that be so bad?”
Swearing under his breath, he pulled her on top of him and positioned her over his aching hardness. She slid down, taking him fully inside her.
He moaned in pleasure. Sliding his hands over her round derriere, he flexed his pelvis upward. She sank down and rose above him, then slid down again.
Her breasts brushed his chest. He wanted more, more more… She rose again, her breasts swaying inches from his face. Reaching upward, he took one of her nipples into his mouth. She tasted so sweet and felt like liquid sex, squeezing him, milking him.
He gave in to the erotic motion, devouring her shudders of pleasure, plunging into her. It didn’t take long before the tension inside him became almost painful.
She kept riding him, and it was as if she was determined to squeeze his release from him with her delicious velvet femininity. Luc arched against her in a mind-blowing climax. He should have been done. But he wanted more of her.
The next morning Gwen awakened from a short nap with gritty eyes and a sense of being alive that she hadn’t felt in forever. She turned over the care of Pyrrha to a trusted worker and arranged for a sign to be posted in-structing that the mare’s door remain shut. On the way back to the house, Luc’s cell phone began to ring. After listening to the caller, he shot Gwen a dark look.
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