Lonzo: Book 1 (Tycoon Series Book 1) (9 page)

Then she felt it.

Something warm, hard and… so big was nudging her from behind.

Her eyes opened, sleep forgotten.

She immediately took in her surroundings. Horror swamped her when she realized this wasn’t her room.

And she wasn’t alone.

She was in a strange bed.

She glanced down and it finally registered. She was in the nude with a naked man—a stranger who appeared to be asleep but roamed his hands all over her body…like in the dream she just had. She couldn’t move away even if she tried. One of his legs clamped over hers, preventing any form of escape.

Panic assailed her when the strange man nibbled her ear. Then she heard him ask in a husky, just-out-of-bed voice, “So…you finally awake,
cara
?”

This isn’t happening!
her mind screamed. Please, oh God…let this be a dream!

But those questing fingers wreaked havoc on her body with every touch.

This was no dream. This was real.

Her body’s fight or flight response kicked in.

“Get your hands off me!” she said vehemently as she struggled to get away from him.

Lonzo’s hands stilled momentarily after her outburst.
In one smooth move, he flipped her until she lay all over his body.

The seductive light in her amber-colored eyes were now absent. He noticed that she eyed him with burgeoning fear and trepidation.

What the fuck…?!
Was she going cold on him after turning him on? Was this all part of her game plan? Something she did to tease poor schmucks? The idea of her being with another made him see red.

Lonzo struggled to control himself. He wanted her beneath him, to plunge balls-deep inside her slit and make her cum ‘til kingdom come.

Their bodies were tightly pressed to each other as they continued to assess each other. He was totally aware how perfectly they fitted— her soft, luscious breasts were crushed against his chest, his pelvis and his steely cock rested in full glory against her flat stomach while his muscled thighs trapped the smooth length of her legs. His heart was beating in sync with hers. Skin to skin.

Her wary eyes made him pause.

He had never felt this intense, sizzling connection with a woman before.

He knew she felt the same. He felt her fire, he had stoked it as he touched her earlier. She may say otherwise but her body told the truth. She wanted him, too.

It was as if the siren he saw earlier was just a figment of his imagination. She was now looking and acting as if this act was a whole new thing to her. It baffled him. With her face and this amazing body to go with it, there was no way she’d reached her age and not experience sex. A virgin? No fucking way.

He almost laughed at the idea. There was no way she could be an untried virgin. Not when she was the one who climbed his bed and initiated the entire escapade.

Role-playing must be her thing.

“Let me go! Where am I? Where did you take me? Who are you? Damn you, let me go!” she uttered, her voice almost hysterical, her eyes accusing. She looked like a frightened rabbit looking for a way to escape him.

He smiled. She was definitely big on role-playing.

Now, he liked that idea.

“Who are you?! Let me go or else I will sue you for rape!” she wailed, the anxiety in her voice almost sounded real.

Lonzo decided to play her game, his appetite whetted further by her innocent act.

“Rape? Now, now. Look around, this is
my
room. I didn’t force you to climb on my bed, woman. You did the climbing all by yourself.”

The woman looked mortified, as if the very idea of being in bed with him scandalized her. She was about to bolt but he prevented her from leaving.

“Although I must say that finding you naked in my bed is ingenious. Quite an introduction. Tonight promises to be highly pleasurable for both of us,” he said sardonically.

To emphasize his point, he held her defiant chin in his hand before puling her face down for a searing kiss.

Time to start the ball rolling.

Jordana was about protest, to ask him to stop
but before she could do so, he was kissing her, parting her lips with his wildly erotic tongue, sweeping inside and at the same time, brushing away the last vestiges of her control. Her blood rushed madly in her veins and sang with heat.

A red mist of lust enveloped and took control of her traitorous body. She was drowning in a sea of hot sensations, her blood overheating. Her breathing became labored and from her mind’s eye she knew that this man felt the same.

She was so into their kiss that she wasn’t totally aware that he had flipped her beneath him.

She was lost, hardly even aware of her own submission or that her own arms went up to clasp this unknown stranger’s neck, drawing him closer to her.

The rational part of her brain had shut down. The voice of reason inside her head silenced.

He short-circuited and broke down her walls with just a kiss.

She closed her eyes.

Why haven’t I been kissed like this before? Why do I feel this way with a stranger? If this is just the kissing part, God help me with what goes beyond this…

He stopped kissing her.

She eyes popped open. Her gaze clashed with his olive green ones and she couldn’t look away.

Then he spoke, his voice hypnotic.

“I’m already hooked, sweetheart. No more games.”

“But—”

“Shhh. Your body is incapable of lying. Don’t deny it. I felt it, too.”

He too felt the connection?

His statement struck her core.

She thought she was incapable of feeling passion and desire. She shunned intimacy. Her exes thought she was frigid. James even called her Baked Alaska.

She had come to accept that sex would never be enjoyable for her. Not after the ugliness of her childhood.

This man, this stranger proved her wrong.

She wasn’t a freak.

She almost cried from the realization.

“…I never wanted to fuck a woman as much as I want you. I’m going to fuck you,
cara
. Over and over,” he rasped.

Jordana’s mouth dried up, her throat suddenly parched from the intensity of his words, making her weak and tingly all over.

She was seduced. Heaven help her. It was true. She wanted this. She was burning up with need.

“You want this as much as I do. Don’t fight and lie to yourself.”

“Okay.”

“You really sure?”

Is she?
Her subconscious asked.

Several seconds passed, increasing the anticipation a thousand fold.

“Y-Yes...” she finally answered.

He smiled slowly. A devilish smile that produced a thousand knots inside her stomach.

No more turning back now, she thought as she allowed his seduction to continue.

Chapter Six

Lonzo was on a high.
He had experienced sexual euphoria often. He was no greenhorn in the bedroom. But not with this kind of intensity, this almost ferocious need.

What was it about the woman that made him want to put his stamp on her?

He had never taken a woman unwillingly. When it looked for a sec there that she was about to change her mind, he was briefly tempted to force the issue or at least use every trick in the book to break her down into submission. That bothered and made him uneasy.

Thank fuck for his powers of persuasion. And for her acquiesce, he swore he’d make this night unforgettable for her.

He backed her up among the pillows.

She looked at him questioningly but didn’t protest, though she blushed quite prettily as his hungry eyes swept over her magnificent form.

Damn! How did she do that? Act like a siren one moment then blush like an innocent the next? A special talent of hers perhaps?

Then she bit her lip, more out of nervousness or something, looking almost shyly under her lashes.

For the second time tonight, he almost lost his wits and go all-out caveman.

Act or not, that was hot as fuck.

Shit, he was losing his mind over this woman’s seemingly unpracticed seduction.

He reminded himself to slow down and get his wits about him.

As soon as he took a good look at her, he was a man possessed.

In her naked glory, she looked like a goddess of yore and he, a pagan who came to worship her.

He moved and sat at the foot of the bed. He held her ankles apart while his hand traveled up, toward her smooth, inner thigh. He almost did an animal dance when he felt her flesh tremble with need.

He shifted, spreading her legs wider for his exploration.

Then her smell reached him. An exquisite, damp scent.

He heard a primal sound.

Womp-womp-womp.

It was his heart beating rapidly against his chest.

Her pussy was pink, smooth, fleshy and dripping wet. For him.

He had never seen a more beautiful sight. It almost drove him fucking insane, he very nearly jumped to taste and lick that moistness off those exquisite lips. Just picturing himself inside her blew his mind.

His breath grew harsh.

He tore his gaze to look at her beautiful face. She was flushed all over, he noticed. He hadn’t heard a single word from her after she agreed to his terms. Maybe that was for the best in this situation. He was barely keeping it in.

Her body was sumptuous—her skin pinkish white and satin-smooth to touch. Her long, silky dark brown hair flowed lushly over her high, perfectly-formed breasts with their pale-tipped, pink crowns.

Everything about her was perfection—the realization of every male sexual fantasies.

From the moonlight which illuminated the entire room, he could visualize her as an angel sent to him.

If he wasn’t so crazed with lust he would’ve laughed at the very idea. She certainly wasn’t the kind of angel his former teachers described.

She was a sex angel. A quiet one at that, content to follow his lead with those stunning eyes of hers.

He wondered if she was also as mad with want as he was.

He grinned at her. A slow, wicked one. There was only one way to find out.

His large hand continued its way up.

He teased her inner thighs, drawing soft, little circles on her skin for several, long minutes. He looked up and saw her nipples, puckered and hard from arousal.

She was totally unprepared when he cupped her mound. Her eyes widened and he heard her indrawn breath but she didn’t push him away.

Good.

He got a powerful jolt when he dipped his fingers in her honeyed sheathe. Shoving aside an overwhelming urge to sample all that creamy goodness, he bathed his middle finger in her essence before sinking it slowly, carefully inside her. Her legs twitched in response. She felt amazingly small, tight and so very wet.

His cock was jealous. He thought he couldn’t get any harder if he tried, but he did. To his amazement, he lengthened an inch more. He was so primed right now, he could hammer nails on these castle walls.

He pushed a second finger in her molten depths as his thumb played her clit. Her hips writhed and thrashed when he lunged his fingers in and out of her.

Goosebumps appeared on her skin.

“W-What are you doing to me?” he finally heard her voice out.

He didn’t answer but continued tormenting her, quickening his pace. She clutched at the sheets and she mewed and whimpered, her sounds of need music to his ears.

He gritted his teeth to stop himself from going over the edge.

He heard her loud moan of protest when he pulled his fingers out. He sucked her creaminess from his fingers. He was right, she tasted incredible. His mouth watered. He wanted more. He had to taste her. Now.

Positioning his shoulders between her thighs, he spread her wide open before his hands reached for the globes of her ass to lift her to his waiting mouth.

She smelled intoxicating and sweet.

His tongue took its first swipe.

Her flavor was incomparable to anyone he had before. Delicate and spicy. Fresh and bold. Sweet and all woman.

His tongue attacked her clit, merciless and unrelenting until it swelled, engorged with his attentions.

“Ohhhh…” she groaned. Her hands pulled at his hair as her hips bucked against his face.

He lifted his head.

“You liked that, cara?”

She squirmed and nodded. He found himself smiling like a cat who found his endless supply of cream before he got back to business, burying his head and feasting on her once more.

This time, he abandoned her swollen nub to sink his tongue all the way inside her slit. He didn’t stop until he was embedded deep.