Page 31 of Contracted as His Cinderella Bride

‘Wow, what an incredible view,’ she said.

He let go of her, and tried to focus. To give her a moment. To give them both a moment—before he dragged her straight from the street into the bedroom.

Iron colonnades broke up the penthouse’s vast open-plan living space. The designer had insisted on lots of rugs and some bespoke pieces of furniture to warm the harsh concrete floors. Several stories higher than the surrounding buildings, the penthouse’s leaded glass walls afforded incredible one-hundred-and-eighty-degree views of the neighbourhoods of SoHo and Little Italy. The Empire State stood proud to the north and the new World Trade Center rose like a phoenix from the ashes of Ground Zero to the south.

The breathtaking view was the apartment’s signature feature, but he couldn’t even see it because all he could focus on was Alison as she spun round in a circle to capture it all, her cheeks reddened from his kisses. He rubbed his chin and encountered the beard scruff he hadn’t shaved since that morning—he needed to slow the hell down. Give her some time to adjust.

But as his erection pounded in his pants, the way it had done every night he’d spent in his bed here alone, the only way he could think of to handle the hunger was to feed it.

‘Alison, do you want a tour of the apartment or to finish what we just started on the street outside?’ he managed.

Maybe his voice sounded rough and raw, and demanding, but he was giving her a choice, damn it.

She blushed deliciously, her gaze settling on the prodigious erection tenting his pants. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said.

‘Don’t be sorry.’ He took her hand, squeezed it to reassure her. ‘Just tell me you want this as much as me.’

‘I do.’

It was all the permission he needed.

Tightening his grip, he led her across the living space towards the master bedroom.

As soon as they were inside, he slammed the door, and unhooked the button on her jacket that had been tormenting him since she’d stepped off the plane. He slid the jacket off her shoulders. The soft flesh of her breasts was pushed up like an offering in the purple lace. He slid his thumbs into the waistband of the suit’s trousers, but couldn’t seem to find the fastening.

‘Take them off. I need you naked,’ he demanded, deciding he couldn’t waste time searching for it. His hands were starting to shake.

She quivered, and drew a zip down at the side of the trousers. He was glad to see her fingers were as shaky as his.

‘Lose the bra, too,’ he said, and watched as she freed her breasts from the lacy confinement.

But as he hooked his fingers in the elastic of her panties, ready to drag them off, she pressed a trembling hand to his shirt. ‘Please, I need you naked too.’

The surge of desire at the urgency in her voice had his groin throbbing so hard he was scared he might explode too soon.

Don’t be insane, you have never done that. Not even as an untried kid.

He shucked his own clothes in record time, then tumbled her onto the bed. The bed he’d dreamed about having her in far too often in the last week.

But instead of climbing up there with her—and ending this even sooner—he grasped her hips, tugged her closer until she was sitting on the edge and knelt down, his knees sinking into the rug.

The sharp gasp as he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, exposing her completely to him, only increased the surge of desire.

He pressed his face into her sex, inhaling her intoxicating scent. Dieu, but she smelt delicious—not just of strawberries and chocolate, but of heat and desire. He blew against the trimmed triangle of chestnut curls and licked the slick seam.

She moaned, her fingers plunging in his hair. He tasted her, circling, tantalising, listening to her throaty sobs, learning her contours, finding what she liked, and what she loved. Holding her open with his thumbs, he found the hard, swollen nub with his lips and suckled hard.

She cried out, jerking as the spontaneous orgasm ripped through her. His erection hardened to iron. Her juices soaked his tongue as he lapped up the last of her pleasure.

He rose over her.

With her skin flushed, her nipples begging for his attention, her body sated, and her eyes dazed, she was like a banquet laid out before him. The vague thought occurred to him that he might never get enough of her.

But then the need to feast on her overwhelmed him.

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Ally’s breath clogged, her sex already tender from Dominic’s mouth as he notched the huge head of his erection at her core. And thrust deep.

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