Sophie gasped as his fingers ran over her nipple possessively. “That you’re related to my employers. And that I hardly know you. I can’t do this with you.”
Alex took her nipple in his mouth and rolled it with his tongue, before pressing his teeth against it lightly. Just enough to sear a sharp wave of painful longing through her. “Do you want me to stop?”
Sophie was hot and cold; pins and needles were in her body and soul.
And Alex understood. He knew the effect he was having on her. He knelt before her and undid her jeans, but he only slid them down to her knees, so that she was virtually imprisoned against the door. He quickly brought his mouth back to her breast, and his fingers he drifted lower, to her most intimate core.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Sophie felt a shudder of delirium as he moved one long finger inside her silky, wet centre.
“Alex?”
“So-phie,” he teased, his accent thicker than normal as he transferred his mouth to her other breast. He tasted her through the fabric of her bra, and Sophie cried out impatiently.
“Please,” she whimpered, her fingers digging sharply into his shoulders.
“Please?” He repeated, slipping another finger inside her. She bucked against him, hard, but her jeans were limiting her movement. He grinned and lifted her over his shoulder thinking that she was like his very own mermaid.
Only far, far more beautiful, and infinitely more dangerous.
His room was upstairs, but he was too impatient for that. He took her to his study instead, and lay her down on the rarely-used desk.
“This is cold,” she surprised him by laughing.
Her laugh was a beautiful, sweet sound. Her face was beautiful and sweet too.
But she was not. At least, he was pretty sure she wasn’t. The flash of doubt wasn’t welcome. He disregarded it.
“You’ll survive.”
His tone was cold and it surprised her. She blinked up at him, but before she could question his meaning, he reached behind her and unclipped her bra, freeing her breasts into his broad hands. He held them and moved his body over hers, so that his arousal was intimately connected with her, despite the pants he wore.
Sophie lifted her hips, but her jeans were still wrapped around her ankles and she couldn’t get as close to him as she wanted. She went to pull a leg free but he shook his head.
“No.”
“No?” Her voice was puffed. She was breathless from desire.
He wanted to make love to her. He wanted to seduce her. He wanted to make her beg for him, over and over again.
He wanted her to fall in love with him.
To fall so hard, so spectacularly, that she would do anything he asked of her.
Including quit her job and never speak to Eric again.
His smile hid a cold sense of determination.
He undressed quickly, pausing only to protect them from unwanted consequences, and then he took possession of her body. She was ready for him, and yet when he swiftly pushed into her, she cried out. Her voice was a tremulous throb in the silence of his house.
“You are okay?” He checked, stroking her cheek.
Tears sparkled in her eyes and she nodded, dragging her lower lip between her teeth. Her cheeks were flushed. And as he looked into her face, he knew. No one had made her feel like that.
She was his already.
The power was a beast; a seductive mistress for it made him feel God-like.