The Billionaire Next Door (Billionaire Bad Boys #2)(39)
Chapter 11
Rigid, my ass.
Tag pulled his hands down Rachel’s supple thighs and smiled back at her, aware his smile was sort of dopey, but he couldn’t help it. Her face reflected exactly how she was feeling. Relaxed, satisfied, and definitely not rigid.
Her ex had done a number on her.
“Come here.” He lifted her into his arms, stood, and then sat in the chair. Sure, it was a little Magic Mike to strip for her, but he’d had an inkling she hadn’t been able to let loose with the dickbag she used to date, and Tag wanted to give her a chance. His assessment had been right. If her ex had known what he was doing and this had been his result—Tag stroked her cheek with his knuckles and watched as her smile broadened—there was no way the jackass would’ve let her go.
He paused when her blues met his, considering the out-of-place thought. He didn’t make empty promises to the women he was with, but neither had he ever pictured holding on to one for good. Rachel letting him in, letting him dig the truth out of her, made him want to get to know even more of her.
He shut the train of thought out before it ran off with him. He didn’t know if he could trust that voice suggesting anything more than sex or a good time. It’d never confided in him before now.
He wasn’t worrying about the future. Only tonight.
“The rest is up to you, gorgeous.” He moved his fingers down her neck and over the crest of one breast. They were the perfect handful, with dusty rose nipples sitting up and begging for his tongue. He’d promised to kiss her there, then skipped right over them. Pity.
Lazily, she draped her arms around his neck and for a second he got lost in her eyes, deeper blue than his own, surrounded by long lashes, not too much makeup.
“The rest?” she asked, her voice bringing him back to earth. He’d been adrift for a few seconds, his mind hazy at the idea of this woman trusting him so implicitly.
He cleared his throat and adjusted his hold on her, bringing her closer.
“How much more did you want to do tonight? I have a big shower, a bigger bed, and I can come up with a list of a hundred things to do to you involving more bone-crushing orgasms on your part.”
She bit down on her plush bottom lip, which made him want to do the same. He brushed her wild blond hair away from her face and put a soft kiss on the center of her mouth. He wasn’t lying. He could spend the rest of the evening exploring every inch of her with his mouth. With his other body parts. Especially the steel in his boxers currently nudging her hip.
Rather than answer, she slipped her hands from his neck and moved gingerly from his lap. She covered her breasts with her arms, which made her look demure and enticing, especially with the rest of her gloriously exposed. She took a step away from him and he felt his heart sink.
Damn. He’d wanted to continue with her.
Then she surprised him.
“Take off your boxers.”
He felt one eyebrow climb his forehead. No way did he ask if he misheard her. He stood up and pushed his boxer briefs to his ankles, stepping out of them and showing her how much turning her on had turned him on. When she licked her lips, her eyes fastened between his legs, his cock gave a happy bob.
“I was thinking,” she said, her voice husky, like her throat had filled with lust, “that we could do it on the chair?” Only then did her fa?ade slip, did she demonstrate she wasn’t sure of herself. Thanks to the last guy who did her way too wrong, Rachel wasn’t sure she was good at sex.
He sat, spreading his legs slightly to allow for his erection; then he held out a palm, inviting her.
She stepped forward and then so tenderly his chest crushed, slipped her fingers over his hand. He took hold of her just as delicately, wrapping his other hand around one of her hips. She lifted her leg and he muttered an expletive, and not because of how inviting she looked opened up to him.
“Condom. Give me two seconds.” He stood carefully, watching to make sure she wouldn’t run. She didn’t. Only gave him a jerky nod. He walked to the nearest bathroom, pulled a condom out of the medicine cabinet, and raced back.
“Thank God,” he said as he tore the wrapper. “I was afraid you’d leave.”
She shook her head and her smile grew a little sinister. He liked the look on her way too much. He’d like to assist her in embracing this side of herself more often.
“Sorry, buddy.” She tilted her chin. “I’m not giving you up.”
Quickly, he rolled on the condom, watching what he was doing and stealing a glance at her to see if she was watching too. She was. With a mixture of anticipation and wonder and maybe a dab of uncertainty.
“Dimples, you know you don’t have to—”
He didn’t say any more before she rushed him, rolled onto her tiptoes, and kissed him solidly. She cupped his face, slanting her mouth, her tongue sparring with his. She’d gone from hesitant to greedy and demanding, and damn, he liked her like this. He’d known in his gut she was a sexual firecracker. She just needed the right guy to explode with.
You found him, honey.
His hands went to her hips as he sat. She threw one leg over his lap, straddling him. He supported her weight, lifting her some before placing her on his thighs, below where he wanted her. By the time her fingers were buried in his hair and she’d pulled her mouth from his, he was panting, his lungs and heart working double time to keep him conscious.