The Tycoon's Resistant Lover (8 page)

His hands moved up her inner thigh, teasing her skin through the thick, wool material of her slacks. “What a day to choose to wear slacks!” he growled in her ear as his teeth once again bit her lobe sending tremors everywhere.

“Off,” she whispered frantically. Her fingers worked the buttons on his shirt, almost angrily pulling the material out of her way so she could see his bare chest. When she had some of it revealed, she leaned back to see what he looked like, her eyes feasting on the muscles that were hidden by that plain material. “You’re incredible, James,” she whispered, her fingers shaking as she reached out and touched his chest.

James sucked in a breath when her fingers finally touched him and he ripped the rest of the shirt off. “My turn,” he replied and with swift movements, he had her sweater pulled up and over her head, tossed onto an old mirror that had probably seen so much over the centuries. As he leaned back, he shook his head as his eyes devoured her small, perfect breasts encased in the delicate mocha lace bra. “I don’t know which is better, seeing you completely naked or in this bra,” he said, his voice deeper than normal and he reached a finger up to trace the delicate lace, running his finger along the demi-cup and over her peaked nipple. “You’re beautiful,” he said.

Julianna had never considered her breasts to be her best asset but as James looked at them with those hot, scalding eyes, she felt proud, sexy and feminine. She couldn’t take his light touch any longer though. With her hand, she pressed his palm against her breast, closing her eyes as she loved the way his hand felt fully against her body. “Yes!” she stated through clenched teeth. “More!” she demanded and moved closer to him, wiggling against him.

James groaned with her movements and tried to reign in this rampaging desire that was riding him hard but her wiggling against him was driving him over the edge. He couldn’t take much more so he lifted her once again and carried her over to the bed, tossing her down onto her back with her legs still wrapped around him. He followed her down, his mouth latching onto her breasts and his tongue laving her nipple through the lace while his hands deftly reached behind her and unsnapped the latch. Within moments, the bra was gone, tossed to the floor and he kissed her, ravaging her mouth while his hands reached down and unsnapped the slacks, pulling the zipper down while he worked the button.

His hands would have been more effective if hers hadn’t been in the way. But as he was working on getting her slacks off of her, her hands were frantically trying to unlatch his belt, then pull his zipper down. James let out a curse and stepped back. Within moments, he tore his slacks off, boxers socks and everything. Next he took her shoes and tossed them over his shoulder before slipping her slacks down her legs. Her mocha lace underwear was such a work of art that he had to look for a moment at her with her long, slender legs and bare breasts, but that moment was shortened when she whimpered out the need to touch him once again.

He moved back into her arms, his hands moving up her legs, her waist and cupping those incredible breasts once again, his mouth sucking, biting and then gentling against her nipple, doing what her voice and her ragged breathing told him felt good to her. She was so responsive, everywhere he touched she made some noise that urged him on faster, harder, slower or faster. He couldn’t get enough of her but when her hips rose up, meeting his erection as if demanding that he enter her, his hands moved lower and he had to hold on when his fingers slid into her warm, wet heat. She was so slick, so hot for him that he wanted to just slam into her. He grabbed the condom he’d rescued from his pocket and tore the package off. He’d never put on a condom so quickly in his life. When he moved back to her, moving in low and taking her mouth once again, he pulled her arms around his neck.

“Look at me, Jules,” he commanded, waiting until she opened her eyes. When he could see her, feel her, he moved slowly to her, entering her with almost painful slowness as he held her gaze, watching her as he filled her warmth.

It was slow going, he had to move in, then slide out slightly because she was so tight, but then he pushed back, her wetness and heat surrounding him and he pushed in deeper. With each thrust, he went deeper until he was finally completely inside her. He felt her jerk at one point and stopped, waited until she smiled up at him again before moving once again. “You okay?” he asked.

“Perfect,” she said and lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist while her tiny hands held onto his shoulders.

James moved slowly at first, tentatively, trying to find the rhythm that she liked the most. But it seemed that any way he moved, she seemed to like better. There was no wrong way with Julianna and her fingers dug into his back, her mouth open as she gasped with each thrust. He moved faster, shifting his weight. Her cries were getting louder and he knew that she was close. When her eyes closed and she arched into him, he pushed harder and faster, sweat breaking out on his body as he tried to hold back his own orgasm until she’d reached her own. He almost lost the battle but was determined to take her to the finish line. If only she didn’t feel so incredibly good! “Come on, Jules. Come with me,” he urged.

With his words, he shifted once again and was able to watch as her body arched, her legs clamping around him as her hips shifted again and again with his. Her cries were soft and adamant as her body exploded around his, milking him and squeezing him. And he finally released his control and let himself collide into her, his own orgasm sweeping over him as the almost painful pleasure careened through his body.

When it was all over, he collapsed against her, holding her close as he rolled so he wouldn’t suffocate her with his weight. She curled up against him, her body still not willing to let him go but he was in no hurry to leave her warmth, feeling perfectly content to just stay connected to this incredible woman who had taken him higher than he ever thought possible.

Julianna kissed his shoulder, his arm, feeling so good she thought she might just melt into a puddle of happiness. “Thank you,” she whispered.

She smiled as James chuckled and she could feel his laughter under her cheek since her head was still resting against that massive, hard pillow that she knew she could become addicted to.

“I would say thank you back, but I don’t know if I can think yet.” He shifted slightly, rearranging her so that she was curled up beside him better. He ran a finger along her waist and smiled as she shivered. “You surprised me.”

She took a deep breath, feeling so relaxed and happy, better than she’d ever felt in her life. And with James no less! “How did I surprise you?” she asked softly, not wanting to spoil the intimacy of this moment. She liked laying here with James, his strong, arms around her made her feel loved and secure.

“I would have thought you were one of those women who had to be in their own house, in their own bedroom before you were comfortable enough to have sex.” He ran his hand along her arm and squeezed. “It’s nice.”

Julianna stared at the ceiling, trying desperately to get her breathing under control and force her mind to work. In her bedroom? She gasped and looked around. In her gallery!

“Oh no!” she cried out and pulled out of James’ arms, pulling the comforter close to hide her nakedness. She’d had sex in her building?! “We have to get out of here,” she said to him, scooting to the edge of the bed and looking around for her clothes while she pushed her hair out of her eyes with a shaking hand. “How could we have done this?” she cried out, covering her face with embarrassment. “This is so….”

“Good?” he provided as he moved to the edge of the bed himself. “Incredible?”

“Wrong! We’re in a place of business! We can’t have sex here!” She peered over the edge of the high bed, seeing her slacks below but not exactly sure how to reach them without revealing herself to James once again.

He was already standing beside the bed, completely naked and unashamed. “It’s your place of business, Jules. This isn’t something to be concerned about. No one else is here so there’s no problem.”

“I’m not Jules,” she replied, distracted as she pulled the comforter off the bed in order to grab her clothes.

He didn’t laugh at her modesty but it was a challenge. She just looked so cute wrapped up in that huge, down comforter that he wanted to kiss her. He pulled her into his arms and looked down at her, forcing her to be still for a moment. “I’ve seen every part of you,” he said. “And I liked it all so there’s no need to be shy after the fact. And just fair warning, next time, I’m going to see much, much more of you.”

Julianna knew what he was referring to and blushed, unable to hold his gaze. She looked at his chest, her mouth watering with the desire to kiss him there, to taste his skin just as he’d done to her.

She shook her head and closed her eyes pushing all thoughts of kissing James on the chest, or anywhere for that matter, out of her mind so she could concentrate on getting her clothes back on and leaving her gallery before anyone realized what they had done. “Please, we need to get out of here. Everyone has left already, but I don’t know if someone might come back for some reason. It isn’t unheard of for employees to forget something from their place of work and come back after hours to find it.”

She had a point so he released her and picked up her slacks, handing them to her before he found his own and slipped them on as well. He retrieved her bra and sweater as well while he was grabbing his own shirt which had been tossed onto the concrete floor and now looked wrinkled in various places. He didn’t care. He didn’t care about much of anything right at the moment, feeling too good for stress to enter his mind. He slipped his arms into the sleeves, his mind already working on how he could get her home and back into bed for another round. He definitely wasn’t finished with the lovely Julianna. Not by a long shot.

How had she ended up in James’ arms? How had she allowed this to happen? And in her store no less! She slipped her bra into the pocket of her slacks and pulled the sweater over her head, just wanting to be covered up as soon as possible.

Her fingers shook as she tried to put her hair back into some semblance of order but she suspected that it was a lost cause.

James was already dressed and coming around to the other side of the bed where she was standing. He realized that she was shaking with reaction and he felt both protective and confused. “Julianna, we didn’t do anything wrong.”

Instinctively, she let him hold her, feeling better with his arms around her and she even allowed herself to lay her head on his chest, absorbing his strength and confidence, a small little luxury in the biggest crisis of her life to date. “Except that we’re in my store,” she sighed and buried her face in the soft fabric of his shirt.

James looked around and chuckled. “Well, there is that. And you don’t have to worry about anyone coming inside. I locked the door.”

She pulled back and looked up at him. “Were you planning this?” she demanded.

He wasn’t going to let her trap him like that. “No, I was only planning to kiss you,” he told her honestly. “Things just….went a bit further. But I don’t regret what happened.” He watched her eyes carefully. “Do you?”

Julianna didn’t know how to answer him. Her whole body was still humming, vibrating with the intensity of the experience. But the guilt and shame was almost as overwhelming. “I’m not exactly sure what I’m feeling right now.”

He nodded, seeming to accept her answer. “Fair enough,” he replied. “Come home with me. I’ll make you dinner and we can talk about this.” He didn’t wait for an answer but took her hand in his and pulled her out of the storage area.

“Wait!” she exclaimed and pulled her hand free. She grabbed the linens on the bed and pulled them off the mattress, frantically stuffing them into a large plastic bag she found on the janitor’s cart that had been parked nearby. She didn’t want any evidence left behind of what had occurred here tonight.

“What are you doing?” he asked, dumbfounded by her frantic actions.

She dragged the bag with the linens over to him. “Here,” she said, out of breath after the exertion of stripping the bed of those heavy sheets and comforter. “Goodness, I think I need to increase my daily runs if that has me out of breath.”

James took the bag, still confused. “You still haven’t explained to me why we’re taking this. Why don’t you just let your staff take care of the sheets?” He watched her carefully, knowing that she was feeling vulnerable right now. “Unless you want me to bring them home for you?” As soon as he provided that explanation, he knew it wasn’t the reason. Her blush and the fact that she couldn’t look him in the eye told him that much. It was yet another mystery to this multi-faceted woman that fascinated him.

She bit her lip as she looked around, making sure she’d gotten anything that might give away their crazy, lust driven romp in the antique bed. “I just don’t….I don’t want anyone to see…anything,” she finally got out, running her fingers through her hair once again in an effort to make herself look somewhat presentable. Her fingers were still running into tangles and she was becoming agitated by the mess. “Can you just…get rid of that stuff for me?”

James glanced down at the bag in his hand then shook his head, his eyes narrowed while he waited for an explanation. “There’s nothing wrong with the linens, Jules.”

She turned around and blushed even harder. “Please? Just throw them away in your garbage at home.”

James still didn’t understand. He put the bag down and turned to face her more fully, hands on his hips in what he didn’t realize was a thoroughly alpha male stance. Julianna wished that things like that didn’t turn her on, but they did and she looked down at her feet so she wouldn’t reach out and touch him once again. She wasn’t sure she had the control to stop herself if things got out of hand. Again.

“Jules, you know I’m not going to let this go until I understand what you’re thinking. Why would I throw away brand new linens just because we had sex on them?”

She covered his mouth with her hand, then pulled it away when he nibbled on her finger. “Stop that,” she whispered urgently, looking around to make sure no one was witnessing their interchange. Even she knew that was ridiculous since her warehouse and gallery were completely silent except for the noise they were making. They were entirely alone, all the employees having left over an hour ago. “It just….needs to be thrown away.”