Her Indecent Proposal (The BAD BOY BILLIONAIRES Collection) (7 page)

But tonight food was not the item that was top of mind.  She’d made
a promise to Sloane and to herself and, whatever it took, she was determined to
keep that promise.

And so, as the evening shadows turned to night and the moon rose
higher in the inky-blue of the sky, Melanie drew her courage to her and reached
out and took Sloane’s hand.  They’d been outdoors for hours, eating then
relaxing with the sound of the gentle waves rolling in to the shore.  She could
delay no longer.  She had to show Sloane that she was woman enough to keep her
word.

She drew him inside and into the living room where she directed him
to the sofa and, just like he’d done the night before, she switched on the CD
player and let music fill the room.  The soulful voice of Sade undulated in
soft, raspy waves and as the sounds of ‘Sweetest Taboo’ flowed through Melanie
walked back to the sofa, sat down beside her husband and cupped his face in her
hands.

She glimpsed his momentary look of surprise just before she closed
her eyes, leaned forward and placed her lips on his.  It was a bold move on her
part, but it was something she had to do.

At first he did not respond, his mouth so firm and tight under hers but
then, just as she would have pulled back, his lips softened and his arms went
up to draw her to him.

Immediately, she sank into him, relief washing through her.  Maybe
he still wanted her and that gave her hope.  And courage.  Because she knew,
without a doubt, that she wanted him.

Within seconds, Melanie was no longer in control of the kiss.  It
was Sloane who dominated, his lips moving over hers, making her yield and open
to him, and as she did, his tongue slipped in to explore the softness of her
mouth.

Melanie moaned as Sloane’s kiss stoked the embers within but she
could feel the fire rising in him, too, in the tightness of his hold and the
pounding of his heart against her breasts.  And then his kiss grew urgent,
demanding, as he plundered her mouth, leaving her breathless.

Sloane’s breathing was ragged as he pulled his lips away and the
look in his eyes told her all she needed to know.  He still wanted her.  He
looked ready to rip the clothes from her body and she knew exactly how he felt
because she felt like doing the same to him.

And as the thought came to her she moved, reaching down to unbutton
the cotton shirt that hid his body from her gaze.  Ignoring his raised
eyebrows, she did not stop until all buttons had been loosened and she could
push her hands in to slide the garment from his shoulders.  When she saw his
torso, bare and beautiful in the glow of the lamp, she licked her lips, eager
for his taste on her tongue.

Lowering her head, she planted her lips on his collarbone and kissed
him softly, and at the sound of his groan a thrill ran through her. 
Emboldened, she put out her tongue and licked at the taut skin, tasting him just
like she’d craved moments before.  Her tongue sliding over the smoothness, she
sampled the sweetness of his skin and then her lips were sliding lower till
they covered a flat nipple, making him moan.

Thrilled with her newfound power, Melanie caught the stiff bud
between her teeth and nibbled and sucked until Sloane groaned and sank lower in
the sofa, giving her greater access to his body.

She took full advantage, sliding down with him, moving her mouth to
tease his other nipple even as her hands slid down his body, stroking and
caressing, until they settled just above the waistband of his trousers.  Here
she paused, wanting him to make the next move.  She needed the rest of his
clothes gone but stalled, hoping he would grant her wish.

But, deliberately it seemed, Sloane did nothing to help her, as if
saying this was her call.  And so she took up the challenge, sliding her hands
lower to loosen the buckle of his belt then opened the button on his pants.

Hands shaking slightly, she began to push the trousers off his
hips.  He raised himself up and off the sofa, making her task a whole lot
easier but she almost got cold feet when they fell down to his ankles, leaving
him only in his shorts.

She bit her lip as she felt the blood rise to her face. 
Don’t
chicken out now, Mel.  You’ve got to prove yourself
.  She raised her hands
again but instead of grasping his shorts and pulling, as she should have done,
she leaned forward to rest her face, burning-hot with embarrassment, against
his chest.

This time Sloane took pity on her.  He took her hand then got up,
pulling her up with him.  He didn’t say a word – he didn’t have to – but simply
walked into the bedroom with her in tow.

There, he laid her on the bed and slowly began to remove her
clothes.  Her sandals were first to go, then he slid the ankle-length cotton
dress up her body and over her head, leaving her in bra and panties.  He rested
a big, warm hand on her belly but then he paused, looking at her with
questioning eyes.  When she nodded he moved his hands higher and reached behind
to unsnap her bra then pulled the undergarment off, leaving her breasts bare to
his heated gaze.

Melanie dropped her eyes but said nothing.  More than anything, she
wanted to wrap her arms around herself, to hide herself from his stare, but she
knew she couldn’t.  That would spoil everything.

As the thoughts swirled in her head, Sloane was moving toward his
next goal and before Melanie could pull back he had drawn her panties off her
hips and down her thighs, exposing the most private part of her to his gaze. 
She sucked in her breath and clenched the bed sheets in tight fists.

Sloane lifted his eyes to hers.  “It’s okay, honey.  I’ll be
gentle.”

His voice, quiet but firm, was what she needed to steady her
jangling nerves.  She drew in a deep breath, let it out slowly, then nodded. 
She would do this.

Sloane eased himself up and slid his boxer shorts down his legs. 
Then he climbed back onto the bed and, without warning, began to kiss her
knees, then her thighs, and his lips began sliding up, tickling and teasing,
moving closer and closer to that private place between her legs.

Melanie didn’t know what to do.  Sex was one thing, but this – so
intimate and so new – was a totally different matter.  Reaching down, she put
her hand on his head to halt his progress but it was like trying to stop the
inevitable.

Sloane reached up and grasped her hand but his hold was gentle and
almost reassuring.  “Just relax,” he whispered.  “Don’t tighten up.  Just flow
with me.”

But I've never done this before
.  Her
mind screamed the words but she couldn’t open her mouth to say them.  Sloane
already thought her repressed and frigid.  She didn’t dare make things worse.

And so she pulled her hand from his, dug her fingers into the bed
again and bit her lip to keep from crying out. 
Relax, you fool, relax. 
He’s not going to bite
.  She hoped…

As she held her breath Sloane moved his lips over her mound, making
her flinch, then he slid lower until his mouth settled over the center of her
pleasure.  And then his tongue came out and he gave the stiff bud a lick.

Melanie jumped and an involuntary gasp escaped her lips.  The touch
of his tongue sent a jolt of electricity coursing through her and it took all
her willpower not to moan out loud.

He shifted, moving closer, and then he licked her again, sending
sweet sensations shooting through her body.  Then he was nibbling at the bud, then
licking, then sucking so softly until her insides began to melt and she felt
the tension seep out of her body.

And then it began to feel good.  Oh, so good.  The muscles of her
legs relaxed and she sighed as Sloane stroked her there, starting a fire whose
heat began to rise till it had suffused her entire body and she wanted him more
than she’d ever wanted a man in her life.

She wanted to feel his hard body on hers, she wanted his muscled
arms around her.  But more than any of that, she wanted him inside, so deep
inside her.  And, to her chagrin, she grew moist at the thought…right there in
her secret spot.

“Sloane,” she croaked, her voice ragged and hoarse.  “Please…”

“I know, my sweet.  But be patient.  I want you to want this…” His
voice grew muffled as he dipped his head once more and this time he flattened
his tongue and gave a swipe that made her shiver from the sheer ecstasy of it.

God, where had he learned to do that?

But she could wait no longer. For the first time in her life she
needed a man like she needed air but the only one she wanted was this man, her
husband, who had taken it slow, pleasing her first so that she would want him
even more.

“Please, Sloane.  Now…”  She moaned and reached down for him.

But still, he would not release her from the tantalizing spell he’d
cast.  After giving her one last lingering kiss he slid his lips up her body,
his breath tickling her skin as he went, and paused to lick the hollow of her
navel.

She sighed and reached for him again.  He ignored her.

Next, he feathered kisses up and over her ribs and then he was
circling her breasts, the left and then the right, until she thought she would
die from the sheer torture of it.

This time she grabbed his head in both hands and he had no choice
but to follow as she dragged his face up and over the stiff peak of her nipple. 
He lowered his lips and sucked the bud deep into his mouth, putting her out of
her misery and drawing a deep groan from her throat.

“Yes,” she half sighed, half sobbed.  “Oh, yes.”

When he slid over to the other breast and administered the same
treatment to her throbbing nipple she moaned and her arms went up involuntarily
and she hugged him to her.

At long last, Sloane slid his body up and over her and settled his
hips between her legs.  He dipped his head to lick the top of her ear, sending
fresh new shivers down her spine, then he whispered, “Are you ready, my sweet?”

“Yes,” she whispered back.

“Are you sure?” he pressed her, giving her ear another lick, driving
all sane thought from her mind. 

“Yes,” she sobbed.  “I want you so bad.”

“Then you may have me.”  He slid his mouth across her cheek and
captured her lips in a kiss so filled with passion that it drove everything
except his kiss from her mind.  All she could do was feel him, taste him, drink
him in.

And then, as her mind spun down into the whirlpool of desire, Sloane
sank into her, slowly but steadily, filling her with that part of himself that
she craved so badly.

For a moment he went still, never releasing her from his kiss, but
waiting for her to adjust to his invasion.  And then, when her body began to
relax and she began to move under him, making her desire plain, he began to
move too, stroking rhythmically then thrusting into her as she moaned.

And this time her moans were soft and sensual, trembling with
pleasure as he slid in and out, stroking her, feeding the fire that burned
inside.  This time her moans were not from pain but from a mounting tension, a
sweet sensual sensation building inside her as he slid his manhood into her
core.

“That’s it, honey.  Just relax.  Move with me.”

His whispers were soft and soothing, surprisingly gentle as he made
love to her, letting her follow his every move, matching the rhythm of his hips
to hers.

And then he shifted position, angling his hips so that with each
thrust his pelvic bone stroked her clitoris, sending sparks shooting up her
body.

“Ooh,” she hissed as the sensation swept through her.

And still he kept on thrusting, and stroking, and sweeping her up in
a swirling cloud of ecstasy.

 And then a ball of fire began to build in her nether region,
burgeoning and billowing till it burst in a volcanic eruption that shook her
body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

Melanie screamed.  She clutched Sloane’s shoulders and clung to him
as she cried out his name.

Sloane stayed still, bracing himself over her as her body continued
to shake as she pulsated around his manhood nestled deep inside her.

It took several seconds, almost an entire minute, before Melanie’s
gasping ceased and her breathing slowed.  Only then did she release her hold on
Sloane and only then did she open her tear-filled eyes to stare up into his
gray ones.

“Sloane,” she said in a hoarse whisper, her eyes wide with wonder,
“what did you do to me?  That was…wonderful.”  And, to her mortification, more
tears came, sliding from the corners of her eyes to roll into her hair.

He smiled down at her and she could see that he was pleased.  He
bent his head to give her a soft peck on the forehead.  “Was it good for you?”

“It was more than good,” she breathed.  “It was…I can’t even find
the words to describe it.  It was out of this world.”  She reached up to touch
his cheek.  “Sloane, for the first time in my life I actually had an orgasm.” 
She gave him a grateful smile.  “I can’t believe this is what I was missing all
this time.”

Sloane’s eyes widened then he frowned.  “The first time? Are you
serious?”