The Platinum Collection: A Diamond Deal: The Flaw in His Diamond / The Purest of Diamonds? / In the Brazilian's Debt. Susan Stephens
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her eyes and in her ears, drowning out her heartbeat. It was drowning out everything. But this still wasn’t enough—
‘Touch me, Roman. You know what I need. Don’t torture me any longer.’
He laughed soft and deep as he stared down at her. ‘You know I love nothing more than to see you burning up with lust.’
‘I’ll burn if you do as I ask. I’ll go out like a damp squib if you don’t. You started this and now you must finish it.’
‘Finish you, don’t you mean?’ His firm lips curved in the dark, taunting smile that could always send shock waves of lust racing through her.
‘Lie on the bed Eva.’
Her throat closed. Her heart stopped. She was clumsy with desire. Roman had to steady her and help her onto the bed.
‘Don’t stop this time,’ she warned on a shaking breath.
‘I’ll do everything I can to help you, Eva.’
‘Like an interesting project?’
‘Like a woman I want to please—the only woman I want to please. Like a woman I want to see come apart with pleasure in my arms.’
‘So you enjoy administering and observing pleasure?’ she said, making herself comfortable on the bank of cushions.
‘I’m going to enjoy administering and observing your pleasure.’
How far had she come? How far had Roman brought her? This was deliciously bad, very bad indeed, but she wanted him to watch.
Grabbing the sheet with her inside it, Roman tightened it around her and brought her against his chest. His kiss was hard and urgent. His intention was all too clear. Cupping the back of her head, imprisoning her in a way that made her warm all over, he caressed her cheek with his other hand and stared deep into her eyes as he predicted with amusement, ‘It’s going to be a long night, Eva.’
It could never be long enough for her. But could she please him without going the whole way? Could she soothe her own frustration? Time was running out. Roman eased onto the bed beside her. She had to decide now, either to speak or to remain silent. She chose silence. Every part of her might be tingling with fear, but her excitement overrode that, and all it took to forget her fear was the thought of what he might do next.
‘Come to me, Eva.’
Roman’s gaze was steady and commanding. She reached for him and he drew her into his arms. He made her feel so safe. This felt so right. And perhaps because Roman was so relaxed and unhurried, she was able to relax too. He stroked and kissed her anxieties away and she was more than ready when he moved down the bed. First he suckled her nipples, one and then the other, until she was panting with excitement and pleasure, and when his hand slipped between her thighs while he was still doing this she wondered if it was possible to pass out with pleasure.
‘Do you want something more, Eva?’
‘You know I do.’
‘Then you must tell me what it is you want.’
But that seemed so bad. ‘No...’ Her voice was shaking with frustration.
‘Yes.’ Roman’s voice was pitiless.
‘How can I tell you when I don’t know?’
‘I’ll never hurt you. Take it from there, Eva.’
How could she think when her heart was firing like a machine gun? This was all completely natural to Roman, but for her—
She drew a sharp breath in when he slipped a pillow beneath her hips.
‘Knees clenched like nutcrackers? Not a great start,’ he murmured wryly, smiling up at her. ‘Relax, and then tell me how you feel.’
She turned her face away. ‘Shy,’ she blurted. Determined, she tried again. ‘Self-conscious...’ Her lips pressed down as she thought about it. ‘Excited. And extremely frustrated,’ she admitted on an awkward laugh. ‘And exposed—but I don’t want you to stop.’
Roman laughed. ‘So you trust me at last?’
‘It would appear so.’ The old fire was back in her voice, but there was a smile in her eyes now.
‘Brava, Eva Skavanga,’ Roman’s warm breath caressed her ear. ‘So is this what you had in mind?’
‘Oh, yes...’
‘And this?’
One skilful fingertip traced a line of fire exactly where she needed him— Well, not quite. It was always close, but not quite touching...
‘You’re very responsive, Eva.’
‘But I shouldn’t—’
‘You shouldn’t what?’ he said as she turned her head away. ‘You shouldn’t allow yourself to feel pleasure? You shouldn’t lose control?’
While she was hesitating over her answer, he removed her tiny thong.
‘You don’t really need this,’ he explained with a smile when she gave a shaking cry. ‘And I wouldn’t worry about losing control if I were you. That’s going to be something you’ll have to get used to.’
‘If you say so.’
‘I do say so. My rules, remember?’
‘I love your rules—in this context only,’ she quickly said. She loved the way he cradled her as he fondled her, parting her lips and working with one finger, so delicately and skilfully, in a way that almost instantly brought her to the edge.
‘Good,’ he murmured as she sucked in a great shuddering breath.
She moaned with pleasure, needing this so badly, and so unutterably grateful that Roman knew everything there was to know about pleasure and how to please her.
‘Look at me, Eva. Yes. Look at me.’
‘If I promise to look at you, will you touch me again?’
‘Are you making bargains with me?’ He smiled into her eyes.
‘Would you prefer me not to? Would you prefer me to accept everything and be meek and mild, or would you rather I was true to myself, Roman?’
‘I wouldn’t know you if you were meek and mild,’ he admitted. ‘But I do have just one question to ask.’
‘Which is?’
‘Whose rules do you think will bring you more pleasure, Eva? Yours? Or mine?’
Her rules? Pleasure me, endlessly. How? I’m not sure. I’m no good at this—
Or his rules? Pleasure me endlessly. You know exactly how—
‘Your rules. At least for now,’ she tempered.
‘RULE NUMBER ONE: you do exactly as I say. Rule number two: you don’t lose control until I tell you that you can.’
Rules? Seriously? Her mind was shooting splinters into the ether just at the prospect of release. If those were his rules she would sign up now.
‘Only when I tell you,’ Roman repeated as if he knew the innermost workings of her mind. ‘It might not be as easy as you think.’
‘I’ll risk it.’ He knew she was on the edge. He knew she wouldn’t need much pushing.
‘Don’t even think it. Take your mind somewhere else.’
‘But how am I supposed to—?’
‘To stop yourself?’ Roman supplied. ‘You’ll do that easily when you remember that I won’t touch you again if you don’t.’