Heat Exchange (The Alpha Billionaire's Virgin Book 1) by Deana Farrady Read Free Book Online Page B

She felt his fingers quicken. The feeling of agonizing constriction got worse and then suddenly a lot, lot better, and then it was happening, an eruption even more earth-shattering than she remembered.
    In the next moment, Janey felt her entrance invaded again. His finger, it had to be. This time there was no pain. The spasms of her climax clenched on that finger moving in and out of her passage. The sensation was luscious, thrilling. Janey moaned.
    "Do you like that, baby?"
    To her embarrassment, she was unable to answer; voicing anything coherent was impossible in the midst of her orgasm.
    "Tell me if you like that or if it still hurts."
    She tried, but all she could do was mumble something inarticulate against his chest and clench on his finger.
    "I think that means you like it." He sounded amused.
    Janey felt dizzy as the world shifted. Her eyes opened and she realized he was carrying her across the floor as easily as he'd carry a ten-pound sack of potatoes. All with her legs and arms wrapped around him and his hand never stopping its activity between her legs.
    "Don't drop me!" she blurted.
    He laughed, his supporting hand still caressing. There was another burst of pleasure. Another climax. If he would just stop teasing her and pushing that finger inside her for a moment, she thought dimly, maybe she could stop coming. But he didn't. Not until she felt herself fall gently backward onto something soft.
    She blinked. A bed.
    His bed.
    He moved away and a moment later light flooded the room.
    She felt him lift her head, tug on her ponytail, and then a tingling in her scalp as he spread her hair out loosely.
    "I'm going to undress you below the waist now," he told her.
    The words were probably meant to reassure her. She certainly wasn't as panicked as before, her body now mellow, pulsing with lovely ripply sensations. But her eyes became saucers as Nyall knelt in front of the bed, removed her boots, unzipped and shoved off her skirt and peeled down her tights and panties to her ankles.
    He looked down at her body, her belly, thighs, and pussy. She saw that his sensual mouth was flattened and his chest was moving up and down rapidly. He seemed tense. "I've been imagining seeing you like this for weeks."
    Janey's shyness was almost painful right now.
    "Am I okay?" she said. "Is it…is everything normal?" She blushed then, knowing what a silly question it must be.
    For a moment he stilled, then he looked into her eyes. "You're exquisite," he said. "What's going on in that head of yours? More crap about being out of my league?"
    "Uh…"
    Then his hands were parting her legs. "If you're a virgin, Janey, it's because you want to be. There's nothing fucking wrong with you." His fingers opened her up and he surveyed her with visible appreciation. One finger drew a circle around her clit. "Come for me some more," he said. "Enjoy the release. You can come all you want now we're together."
    She flushed at his words. Not that she could refuse to come even if she wanted to—she didn't seem to have any control over that when he touched her. But he said it so casually, as if inviting her to help herself to an all-you-can-eat buffet.
    "I, um, well, okay. Thank you, I will," she said politely.
    He chuckled. She felt his fingers pluck her intimately and started to gasp. Soon it was happening again. She closed her eyes and knew her body was going to go out of control soon.
    She was more right than she knew. Not only did the happy sensations cascade through her without any effort or will on her part, but lying down like this seemed to have freed her body.
    It went wild, twisting and writhing the way it had so desperately wanted to when he'd fondled her in the elevator and she couldn't let herself go because of the camera.
    " Fuck , Janey. Come again like that."
    She opened her eyes to see him stretched out next to her on the bed on his side, his hand lodged between her thighs. His eyes were almost black.
    "What?" She was dazed.
    "I want to