High Stakes Seduction - Book 1 by Ami LeCoeur Read Free Book Online Page B

by far the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on. And it wasn't just because of the easy, almost careless way he had of maintaining total control. Oh, it was all those things, for sure. But it was also that deep, haunted look I'd seen in his eyes when he'd looked at me tonight.
    "I don’t even know who you really are…," I whispered, trying to bring my wayward imagination under control.
    But the relative isolation of taking care of Maria left me far more aroused than I'd expected.
    My college boyfriend had turned out to be a two-timing man-whore who not only couldn't be trusted, but was selfish beyond compare. So long as he was satisfied, he didn't care whether I was or not. All the nights I'd cried myself to sleep in frustration when he'd called me frigid because I couldn't come as quickly as he did. Me. Frigid .
    Those two years together, before I'd found the jerk in my bed with my roommate's sister, had only served to fuel my distrust of men in general—and of older men in particular. I'd learned a long time ago that I was far from frigid. If I ever found a man who could satisfy me as well as I'd learned to satisfy myself. Well, then, maybe I might give him a chance. Maybe. But in the meantime, well… I still had my own spectacularly vivid imagination, and out of frustration I'd learned not to be shy about taking care of myself.
    My body was already responding to the delicious thoughts forming in my mind. I bit my lower lip, sucking in a breath as my hands moved over my hips, imagining they belonged to Antonio. My fingers roamed over my body, sliding over my breasts. My luscious, tender breasts, which had begun to ache with my growing desire. I moaned softly as my fingers brushed over my nipples, hardening beneath the lacy fabric.
    I unhooked my bra, imagining Antonio’s lips on my shoulders, his hands reaching around to caress my breasts, gently squeezing the taut nipples.
    I stepped backward, lowering myself onto the bed and slipped beneath the sheets. I closed my eyes, picturing him sliding in above me. I imagined gazing up into his hungry, piercing eyes, tracing the lines of his firm chest with my fingertips.
    My hands moved from my breasts, inching down to slip beneath my panties to find my eagerly awaiting sex. I gasped as I slid a finger between my lips, shocked to find how wet I was. My fingers began to move, almost of their own accord as my mind conjured images of Antonio hovering above me, murmuring in my ear, telling me over and over how beautiful I was.
    I groaned as my fingers worked tiny circles over my clit, slipping them inside myself and feeling the warm, slick juices of my desire. I felt the throbbing ache of my need rising within me and let my fingers move faster, my other hand fondling my breasts. I bit back another moan, as a pulse ran through me, and my mouth opened as I imagined Antonio’s lips descending onto mine. I turned my head, burying my face in my pillow to stifle the scream that was building within me, just as I crested the wave of my climax.
    I caught one last fleeting glimpse of my dream man before I opened my eyes, my vision momentary blurred as my body shuddered in the aftermath of my fantasy.
    "Who are you, Antonio Mancini?" I whispered into the night. And then the bigger question. “What are you doing to me?”
     

Chapter Sixteen
     
    "I don’t kiss and tell, Maria," I said with a wink, carefully blowing on my hot cup of coffee.
    Maria sat at the table in front of me, digging into a stack of pancakes. "No fair, Sis," she pouted around a mouthful, "you promised to tell me the rest this morning. I won’t let you distract me with my favorite breakfast."
    I laughed. "I know. I’m just teasing you. All right. So, Antonio kept me close most of the night, which was so reassuring. I probably would have ended up as an awkward wallflower without his arm around me. I am so not ready to mingle with these people, Maria. Everyone is so elegant and, well, rich!"
    "That’s so sweet