Claimed by the Sicilian Tycoon by Emma Shortt Read Free Book Online

seat as he considered how she knew his living arrangements, the
issue with the register prodding him again. But desire was clouding his brain,
making it difficult to consider all the little warning signs which said quite
clearly that his meeting with Lyra was not by chance. It was arranged by her
for a very specific reason.
    He
remembered her words in the restaurant, exactly what it was she wanted from
him, and frowned inwardly. He couldn’t think about that right now. The only
thing on his mind was fucking her as soon as possible. Hard. Fast. Dios , he couldn’t wait to sink inside
her, to lose himself in waiting wetness.
      “And when we get to your home?” she asked.
    Images
of her long legs wrapped around him, her breasts in his mouth, her lips running
along his cock filled Andros, and he didn’t think before reaching across the
space between them, placing a finger under her chin. She turned her head for
him—anticipating his action—and their eyes met. The tension ratcheted up
another notch. Andros was tempted to lean across and kiss her. Only he
suspected once he started he would not stop, and the back of his Bentley was no
place for the sort of seduction he planned.
    “I
am going to fuck you,” he said bluntly.
    She
nodded, seemingly not the least bit perturbed by his words. “Yes you are.”
    He
moved his finger from her chin, running it down her neck. Her skin was as soft
as he had expected it to be, and despite his resolution to wait, to hold on to
the little control he had left, Andros could not help but continue the journey
downwards. He ran the pad of his finger across her collarbone, inhaling sharply
when he felt how fragile it was. Then down across her chest, over the light
dusting of freckles, before finishing at the fabric of her dress.
    “Do
they go all the way down?” he asked.
    She
gave him a quizzical look. “They?”
    “The
freckles,” he said. “Do they go all the way past here?” He tugged on the fabric
with his finger, pushing it away from her skin.
    She
sighed softly. “Yes they do.”
    Carefully,
slowly, Andros closed the distance between them. The leather of the seats
creaked, the noise a sharp counterpoint to their breathing.
    “I’m
going to kiss every single one. I’m going to kiss and lick every inch of you, Rossa .”
    She
smiled that sultry smile again. “You think you can find every single one?”
    “I
think I am going to try.”
      By the time they made it to his home Andros
was ready to burst. He unlocked the front door, and pulled her into the lobby
with him. A moment later the door was locked, they were alone, and nothing
stood in their way.
    “Come
here,” he demanded, and just like in the car, she complied.
    It
was just two small steps, straight into his outstretched arms, and it was only
when she was up close to him that Andros realized she was smaller than he’d
thought. Even in those killer heels, she reached only to his shoulder. With
them removed, she would be smaller still, delicate even. Except that delicate
did not match the fire flashing in her eyes and his dick hardened as soon as he
looked into them.
    “You
are so beautiful,” he breathed.
    “You’re
not too bad yourself, Andros.”
    He
lifted a hand and ran the back of it along her face. Her eyelids fluttered as
he did so. When she let out a soft sigh, he knew that this was going to be
easy. More than that, it was going to be exciting. He could feel it in the pit
of his stomach, prodding him, urging him and Andros gave into it.
    “We
are going to have so much fun together,” he whispered. “So much.”
    He
lowered his head, capturing her lips. They were soft, plump, tasting ever so
slightly of strawberries. He moved them, and teased them, making her relax
against him.
    “Mmmm,”
she sighed and if possible his cock thickened even more.
    Andros
took her arms and wrapped them around his neck, placed his around her waist,
pulling her body the length of him. His dick was prodding her stomach,