The Billionaire Next Door (Billionaire Bad Boys #2)(53)

“Mind if we take this to the bedroom?” He stroked her cheek as he brought her against his body. Between them a steamy buzz of electricity shocked the air.

“Only if I can finish you off in there,” she purred.

“I insist.” A muscle in his jaw ticked as he bit down.

She grinned, pleased. Mostly with herself.

*



He was having an out-of-body experience, his head thoroughly disconnected from his neck. Rachel’s warm, luscious body was draped over him, one hand around his dick and the other locked around his leg. Her mouth was doing the most unimaginably sinful things.

And this was far from his first blow job.

But what she was doing—the swirl thing…

“Ah! Jesus.” She did it again and he knifed up, hand wrapping firmly around one of her ass cheeks and squeezing the plump flesh.

She let him go, licking her damp lips, and he nearly came right then and there. “What’d I do wrong?”

Sweat beading his temple, he managed a stuttering laugh. “Wrong is not the word, honey. You’re doing things so right I’m pretty sure I’m experiencing life in a way I never have before.”

“What do you like the best?”

Heat shot to his face as she held his gaze. Tag was about as far from shy as London to Tokyo, but she’d unraveled him with her mouth, giving him everything he needed and wanted—the very thing he’d dreamed of—with no thought about her own pleasure.

“The swirling thing.”

“You mean this?” She darted her tongue out and drew a torturous circle around the moist head. His hips bucked.

“Yeah.” His voice was a puny wheeze.

“Let me taste how much you like it, Tag.” She smiled, triumphant, then closed her mouth over him and began again.

Damn, he liked her like this.

He didn’t lie back down, holding on to her rump with one hand while his other fisted the comforter. He had to find a way to ground himself while his brain cells incinerated to ash. Rachel’s head bobbed, taking him deeper, then shallow, swirling her tongue and suctioning him with her exquisite mouth.

He lost his last shred of control on a shout. Her name on his lips, he pumped his hips helplessly. She swallowed every last drop as he spilled into her mouth, her hand gentle around his shaft, her soft blond hair tickling his thighs. His mind exploded like the cosmos as his eyes shut of their own volition. Finally he collapsed, his fist still tight around the bedding, his hand clamping her bare butt.

Cool air hit him as she released him from her mouth. She crawled up his chest, her breasts brushing his torso and he groaned in abject ecstasy. She mumbled to him, but her words were lost behind the pounding of his heartbeat and the rush of blood roaring against his eardrums.

“Hmm?” he managed, and she was lucky he’d said that much.

She peeled her body off his to lie next to him on the bed. “I asked if I was as good as the me in your fantasy.”

“No.” He opened his eyes to see a flash of hurt in hers. Then he grinned—a lopsided, half-assed grin all he could manage. “You are a million times better.”

She looked down, almost shyly, the most endearing expression he’d seen her wear. How this girl could be laying him open one second and shy the next was a hell of a feat.

“I need to know if you’ll forgive me,” he murmured, losing the battle with his eyelids as they shut again.

“For?” came her voice, almost at a distance.

“For resting here a minute before I return the favor.”

Silky laughter poured over him and she kissed the corner of his mouth.

“Now that’s a compliment,” she whispered.





Chapter 15



Tag had more than made up for his brief catnap after she’d rendered him temporarily out of service. She’d never rendered a man helpless before, especially not with her sexual prowess, so watching the big guy melt into sleep after she’d had her mouth on him was the most rewarding experience of her sexual history.

Boo-freaking-yah.

She’d crawled out of bed and slipped into one of the room’s thick white robes before getting a bottle of Perrier out of the fridge and taking it to their room’s balcony. Halfway through drinking it, Tag came outside behind her, took the bottle from her hand, and lifted her into his arms. He was still naked, long hair damp and wavy, and since he was carrying her, really had reminded her of Tarzan. Which was not a bad thing. Not at all.

He’d laid her on the bed and kissed her breasts, languid strokes of his tongue over her sensitized nipples while she’d dug her fingers into his blond-brown strands. Then he’d worked his fingers between her legs and found the spot that made her squirm before replacing his fingers with his tongue. She’d never known before him how good it could feel to have a man’s mouth between her legs.

After, he’d pulled her close and tucked her back to his front while she caught her breath, suffering from tiny aftershocks of pleasure shaking her to the core.

“Hope you’ll forgive me,” she’d managed, her eyes heavy from her last powerful orgasm.

“For?” he’d asked.

“Disappointing you. I just want to fall asleep and make love to you in the morning.”

“Make love. I like that.” His deep chuckle had made her smile. “Dimples. I don’t think you could possibly disappoint me.”