The Best Man by Ella Ardent Page A

no
sound.
    “Mine,”
he said with an intensity that drove her wild. “ Mon seul désir. ”
    My
one desire. My only desire.
    Christine
moaned in submission. He rocked his hips, moving his hardness against her but
not taking her, making her yearn and burn but not satisfying her. Christine
thought she would go crazy. She was on fire for him. She wrapped her legs
around the outside of his thighs and rubbed her butt against him, demanding
that he take her.
    He
kissed the side of her neck and fondled one breast, still keeping those arms locked
around her. “I shall take you when I want,” he whispered. “Whenever I want. As
often as I want.”
    Christine
moaned, because she wanted that, too. She arched her back hard and he moved
inside her, driving deep and filling her with his thickness. She felt faint at
the size of him, overwhelmed by his possessive touch. She shuddered and he
released her arms, grabbing her wrists and bracing her hands against the
mattress. He straightened behind her, sliding his hands down her body to lock them
around her waist. His grip was firm and strong, and he drove even deeper.
Christine spread her knees wide and dropped her weight to her elbows, welcoming
him inside her.
    “Deeper,”
she said. “Faster and harder.” She pumped her hips against him and he drove
into her repeatedly. “Fill me. Stretch me. Claim me.”
    “You
are my possession,” he said, his voice rasping.
    “I
am yours to claim.” She heard his breath coming more quickly and thought she
could hear the thunder of his heart. Jake was losing control, losing it over
her, and Christine knew there could be no better aphrodisiac. She rocked
against him, trying to drive him over the edge.
    He
took her hard, as if he couldn’t do anything else, then just before she thought
he would explode, he caught her against him once again. Those leather clad
fingers landed on her aching clitoris and he pressed his fingertips hard
against it, sending Christine to the moon. The orgasm exploded through her body
with such force that she thought sparks would erupt from her fingertips.
    “Jake!”
she cried, unable to stop herself.
    “Christine!”
he shouted, before he wrapped himself around her and emptied his heat into her.
He came and came, long after she had dissolved into sweet languor.
    Then
he leaned his forehead on the back of her shoulders and exhaled heavily. She
could feel him shaking. She let her knees slid down so that she was lying on
the bed, crushed beneath his weight.
    He
kissed her nape again, then tugged off the gloves and cast them aside. He ran
his fingers through her hair, easing it aside from her shoulders and kissed her
beneath the ear.
    Christine
reached up and pushed off his mask.
    Jake
grinned crookedly at her. “Disappointed?”
    “No,”
she said vehemently, then kissed him hard. “You were trying to fake me out,
though,” she accused.
    “You
said your fantasy lover would disguise himself,” Jake replied, his fingers in
her hair again. She had the sense that he couldn’t resist touching her, and
that was just fine. He kissed her temple. “You can’t blame me for wanting to
make your fantasy come true, can you?”
    Wait.
What about the woman he was going to marry? Was this just about sex? Christine
had time to wonder how she was going to ask about his intentions when she heard
a key in the door.
    Two
seconds later, Fiona started to laugh. “So, now we know who’s really won the
bet,” she said. “Wait until I tell the guys.”
    “No!”
Jake shouted but Fiona was gone.
    She
was gone then, slamming the door behind herself, and Christine sat up in
dismay. “What bet? There’s a bet?”
    “There’s
been a mistake.”
    “What?”
    He
grimaced. “It’s not what you think...”
    “Jake!
What bet?”
    His
lips tightened to a thin line. “The guys made a bet at the stag. Whoever got
lucky first at the resort was supposed to win the money.” He shoved a hand
through his hair. “But Mark