The Billionaire Next Door (Billionaire Bad Boys #2)(46)

That same surge of power joined a surge of passion when he laid her down on the bed. He kissed the space between her breasts, then circled her belly button with his tongue. Her hands went to his hair, guiding his lips as he sneaked his tongue beneath the edge of her panties.

By the time he’d put his lips on her most private and sensitive part, gone were the pesky questions buzzing in her head. He hummed against her sex, sending vibrations into her belly and her brain into orbit. Her lungs seized when he set the pace, flicking and laving her until her orgasm crested.

When she came, she did so as quietly as possible, which until Tag Crane had never, ever been a problem. No man—and there had been embarrassingly few—between her legs had ever been this good. She’d never had to worry about smothering her cries with her ex because he’d never taken her there. But with Tag she was in tune to his particular brand of attention. To the way he was able to turn her inside out in record time.

He kissed a path up her body, and she unthreaded her fingers from his hair, widened her legs to accommodate him, and then tucked him in as close as she could.

“So good at that,” she whispered, repeating her praise from the first time he went down on her.

“You didn’t need as much coaxing this time.” He put a kiss on her chin, pride radiating his entire being. “Minx.”

“Tell me you have a condom.”

His eyebrows went up.

“I want the gold membership, Tag. Don’t short me.”

He pushed off the bed and went to the adjoined bathroom, calling, “Trust me, Dimples, there’s nothing short about me.”

As evidenced when he stepped from the bathroom, naked, cock encased in a condom and pointing due north. She made a “come here” motion with her hands, and he did, sinking between her legs and nudging her entrance the moment his weight hit the bed.

“You continue surprising me; did you know that?” he asked.

“I’m surprising myself.” Already, she’d begun to recapture who she once was before receiving a felling blow. Yes, in part it was the sex, but she sensed it was also the man over her, his blue eyes trained carefully on her face, the edge of his smile making her want to know what he was hiding under it. He was big and he was bold, but he was also tender. He cared about her, was careful with her, and that was something else she’d never experienced before.

“Am I crushing you?” he breathed, an exhalation sawing out of his lungs as his arms tucked in next to hers.

“No. I like you here.” The comfort of his weight, of his attention.

“I like me here, too.” Eyes on hers, he tilted his pelvis and slid, slowly, slowly until he was buried to the hilt. With a gasp, she dug her heels against his ass. Then he began to move, rocking into her at the same time the plane hit turbulence.

There was nothing like being thousands of feet above the earth while they came together and apart, her cries piercing the piped air of the cabin.

He rested his hand on her jaw as every thrust hit its mark deep in her core. She’d been wrong about him. He wasn’t too much for her. He fit. Tightly, but each stroke found her most hidden place and sparked like flame to kindle.

“Tag.” Her voice was breathy.

“Close,” he grunted as he worked.

“I want you to come.” She pushed hair off his face with her palms and his pupils darkened in response. He wanted that, too.

“You first.”

“One’s enough.” She shook her head. He’d given her so much. She wanted that same satisfaction etched into his face.

“Not on my watch, Dimples.” He wedged one big hand beneath her butt and tilted her hips. His biceps strained as he shifted and drove into her solidly, proving he was a man of his word.

She called out in surprise but mostly from the decadent pleasure of having him seated so deep. Deep in her body…but she couldn’t let him embed himself in her heart. Once, she thought she’d get married to a man who threw her aside for a petty promotion, and despite the closeness between her and Tag, she couldn’t dismiss that he’d be done with her soon. He may not cheat her out of a future at a company, but he would go when things between them were too much.

She was okay with that. She had to be.

“Working hard over here,” he said on a growl. “You with me?”

She pushed his hair from his face and absorbed his grin. “I’m with you.”

“Good.”

Then there was no more talking. Only the sounds of Tag working her into a frenzy and her trying not to yell too loudly lest the onboard concierge come running.

Tag, oh Tag was perfect. Complimentary and strong. Thick and long. Smooth yet rough. There, on the way to an island she’d never been to before, she clutched, squeezed him tight, and took him with her when she came.

His face was pleated, the sounds in his throat almost animal as he worked through his release, and she couldn’t help smiling.

She’d never seen anything as beautiful as Tag’s face during an orgasm.

Especially one she’d caused.

*



The Crane Makai hotel on Oahu matched the island. The decor was soothing turquoise blues, jade greens, and soft golds. The front desk employees were smiley and professional, the guests milling about dressed in festive Hawaiian shirts and flip-flops. Everyone was laid-back, including Rachel, but she would bet her bank account her relaxation had come thanks to the airplane sex.