The Billionaire Next Door (Billionaire Bad Boys #2)(37)

She laughed. “You’re going to strip for me?”

“Why not?” One eyebrow arched. So dead sexy. This was insane. “Whatever part I expose, you can touch. How’s that?”

She swallowed past her very dry throat, taking in all of him. So much of him. So much to touch…

“That is a yes if I’ve ever seen one. My God, woman.” His nostrils flared as he took her head in the palm of his hand. “One kiss and then we’ll start.”

Without waiting for her response, he lowered his lips to hers for the briefest, gentlest kiss. A kiss that still managed to turn her inside out. Then he walked to the kitchen, hooked a chair with one hand, and put it in the center of his living room. He sat her on the couch and straddled the chair.

“You don’t have to do this,” she said. He looked like a dream come to life with his thick arms folded over the back of the chair, his hair rolling over his wide shoulders.

“I do have to, or we’ll keep doing this dance where you only want me for a few minutes and then you bolt. To be honest, I don’t think my balls can take the abuse.”

She laughed again, this time embarrassed. But he wasn’t going to back down. And hell, they were here anyway. May as well tackle her fears. Then him. In that order.

“Last time you had sex,” he said, reaching down to untie his boots. He paused to look up at her, hand on the heel of one shoe.

“A…while.”

“Be more specific.” He tossed one boot to the side and stripped his sock off.

She did a quick calculation. “Last year, Valentine’s Day.”

He blinked but doled out no judgment.

“Is that when you and the ex-boyfriend broke up?” He moved to his other shoe.

“No. We broke up later. Around Thanksgiving.”

Shoe and sock off, he rested his arms on the back of the chair. “Assuming you don’t want to touch my feet.”

“They’re very nice, but no,” she said with a grin. He grinned back and for a moment they did nothing but stare at each other. They might make it through this inquisition after all.

“Fair enough.” He narrowed his eyes in thought, then reached for the neck of his shirt. Her breath caught in anticipation of seeing his naked chest. “Why didn’t you like it?”

“Like what?”

“Sex. With your boyfriend. What did he do wrong?” He tugged the Henley, revealing a slice of his firm belly, then stopped. He was holding her hostage for the answer.

“Who said he did anything wrong?” she hedged.

“Beautiful girlfriend he doesn’t f*ck for nine months, he was doing something wrong. Either he cheated, or he admitted he was gay, or he was suffering from early onset ED.”

That last barb made her smile slightly but when she remembered the real reason why, her discomfort crept back in. “None of those.”

“Then why?” Tag stood from the chair, came to her, and pulled his shirt off. Her eyes feasted on golden skin and rippling muscles. “Tell me, honey.”

He took her hand and put it on his body. His flesh was hot and hard and made her want to sin. She squeezed her eyes closed and told him the truth.

“I’m…I’m…rigid.”

Rigid and boring. That was what Shaun had always told her.

“You’re going to have to be more specific. Explain while you take my belt off.”

She was staring at his belly button because she couldn’t bear to look any lower. But then she did. And she saw the outline of his manhood pressing against the canvas of his pants.

Wow.

“Do it, Rachel. Let’s get through this.”

Hands shaking, she slid the thick leather from the metal buckle. As she tugged the belt from his pants loops, she told him some more truth.

“Shaun found me boring in bed. Sometimes he couldn’t even finish. He said it was because I’m…”

“Don’t say ‘rigid,’” came Tag’s already familiar, low, and commanding voice. She screwed her eyes up to meet his penetrating gaze from overhead and saw he looked as serious as he sounded.

“I’m not good in bed, Tag.” Belt free, she dropped it into her lap. “I don’t even know what I’m doing here.”

“Open my pants.”

She frowned up at him.

“Now. And while you do, tell me what you’re thinking about.”

Heat stole her face as she reached for his fly. She undid the button and drew the zipper down, her heart pounding so hard she swore they could both hear it. What she thought about was him naked. Him in control. Him taking her in a way she’d never experienced before.

“I’m not hearing any talking, Dimples.” He pulled his pants off and stood before her in naught but a pair of tight, black boxer briefs. “What do you want?”

“I want to…” She shook her head, rubbing one eyebrow as she shielded her face. She couldn’t do it. Which proved Shaun right about her, but she still couldn’t freaking do it.

Tag bent, took her wrist in his hand, and said, “Look at me.”

She did.

“Want me to tell you what I’m thinking about?”

Probably a blow job. Wasn’t that what most men were thinking about? She’d never cared to dole those out, but Tag standing in front of her made her think she might actually enjoy it.