The Billionaire Next Door (Billionaire Bad Boys #2)(52)

“I expect you to instruct me,” she whispered, unfamiliar words tumbling from her mouth. “I want this to be good for you.”

“As you wish.” His smile twitched like he was trying to keep from grinning from ear to ear. More evidence he wanted her. Who knew how empowering that could feel?

They stripped, taking their time pulling off remaining articles of clothing. She felt Tag’s heated gaze on her body like a touch when he turned on the water and tested it with one hand. Steam billowed out, drenching the room in moisture and heat.

“Ready?”

As she’d ever be. She wanted to do this. She needed to do this. She was tired of believing what Shaun had told her. This was another way to prove to herself she was great in bed. Great in the shower, she thought with a self-satisfied twist of her lips.

“Get wet,” Tag instructed, the command enthralling on its own. She climbed in and stuck her head beneath the spray, hot water loosening her muscles and easing her nerves.

He followed her in and stood behind her, dominating the small space, parts of him brushing parts of her. He unwrapped a bar of soap, lathered it between his palms, and began smoothing rhythmic circles over her back with his hands. Every inch of her being tended to with smooth but firm pressure. He moved to each butt cheek, cupping them as he dropped kisses on her shoulder. Next, he coasted around to her stomach and over her breasts.

“Tag,” came her whisper of delight when those fingers soaped her nipples.

“Turn around.” He moved his hands to her hips and assisted her. She slid under his soapy palms. “Do me.”

She started at his chest, moving in sensual circles over each rounded pectoral muscle and up over his collarbone. Then down to his stomach and over the hard-on jutting impressively between his legs. His breaths had escalated the closer her hand came, expanding his chest, but he didn’t tell her to touch him. He did continue soaping her breasts, then moving one hand between her legs and gently swiping his fingers there.

She jerked in pleasure as he touched her, taking the lead and wrapping her hand around his shaft to give him a sudsy stroke. Then another. He was thick and long, and she wanted him so badly, she could hardly think.

“Now what?” The water temperature was perfect—hot but not too hot. “Tell me, Tag.”

Rather than answer, he took his time rubbing his hands under the spray to clean the soap from his body, then did the same with her. He slid big, firm palms over her skin, and by the time he’d finished, every inch of her was turned on and ready to go.

Once they were suds-free, he gripped his cock and instructed with a chin lift, “Sit.”

She lowered to the bench and, oh what a sight he was. One powerful hand wrapped around several inches of burgeoning manhood, stroking once more as he came to stand in front of her.

“Lick your lips,” he said.

She darted her tongue out, seductively swiping it over her top lip as she moved her eyes from his cock to his face. With great effort, he swallowed.

“Do you want to suck me off?”

“Yes.” Liquid heat pooled between her thighs as her nipples peaked.

He put his hand under her chin and lifted her face gently. Big as a mountain, he looked down at her, water dotting his body, his wet hair tangled and resting on his shoulders. He was a fantasy in the flesh.

“I want to watch you take me into your mouth, Rachel. After, I’ll tell you what comes next.”

She nodded and the first hint of his good humor broke through when he smiled. She was safe with him. What they were about to do was going to be as fun as everything else they’d tried. She knew it in her gut.

He thumbed her chin in silent request and she placed a soft kiss on the plump head of his penis before opening her mouth and taking the tip onto her tongue.

A sharp exhalation came from Tag, who immediately dropped his hand onto her head. His fingers flexed in her wet hair, but he didn’t force her. He stood so still that his thigh where her hand rested felt as rigid as rebar. A lot like the part of him in her mouth.

His cock was velvety smooth when she tested the underside of his length with her tongue. He let out a guttural sound of pleasure. A zing of excitement went through her as she gripped his other leg. She was so good at this. More importantly, she was enjoying herself.

His hand gripped her hair firmly and he drew out of her mouth. She sat back to look up at him and saw he was barely harnessed. His chest lifted and dropped with each ragged breath he drew, his mouth dropped open, water dripping from his hair and beard.

Between clenched teeth he asked, “How was that for you?”

Her confidence abruptly ebbed. Was it not good for him? Maybe the lust-blown look she thought she saw was disappointment. Or…anger? For her, the experience had been phenomenal, but she didn’t know how he felt. She’d only been guessing.

“Tell me the truth,” he demanded.

Earnestly, she shook her head and then looked right at his penis, which bobbed in front of her, slick and inviting. She moved her eyes back to his face. “I don’t want to stop until you come.”

His eyes closed. “Do you have any idea how hard it’s going to be for me to last longer than twenty seconds?”

She frowned. Was that…bad?

“Your mouth is…God, Rachel. You make me feel like some inept idiot when I’m with you.” He slammed a fist into the shower knob, shutting off the water, and helped her stand.