The Billionaire Next Door (Billionaire Bad Boys #2)(79)

At the pronouncement of the L word, Rachel felt her heart stutter in her chest. Granted, Tag had been talking about his brother when he said it, but inside, she felt a definite lurching sort of want.

“Bobbie is emailing you the details. You have to meet with HR and give them your exact start date.”

“Thank you.” She threw her arms around Tag’s neck and squeezed. He hugged her close.

“This was all you.” His hands moved along her back, strong and sure, but gentle.

“About that.”

“Don’t worry about it, Dimples.”

“I owe you an explanation.”

“You don’t owe me anything.” Those hands kept soothing and she relaxed into him.

“I say I do,” she said softly, stroking his chest and tipping her chin. “Name your price, Tarzan.” She put a kiss on his mouth and his arms tightened further, tongues dancing as they kissed again.

Time was lost.

“What’d you come up with?” she asked when he allowed her to catch her breath. His eyes were heated, his fingers digging into her hips.

“You. On your knees.”

A smile curled her lips.

“Not like you think.” He shook his head slowly. “I’m talking about you, ass in the air, me behind you. You don’t think I put those mirrored closet doors in my bedroom for no good reason do you?”

A blush stole her cheeks and radiated to the roots of her hair as he kissed her neck, each sip of his lips on her skin tantalizing. Imagining him behind her, strong hands on her hips as he drove deep was…gosh. So sexy she couldn’t think.

“Does now work for you?” she breathed.

“Before dinner?” He pulled back to cup her jaw, his eyes on hers.

“I’m only hungry for you.” She backed away and lifted her dress over her head, dropping it on the ground next to her coat; then she shimmied out of her panties, careful to untangle them from her boots. Last to go was her bra, and his hungry gaze stayed glued to her breasts.

The moment she was naked, he splayed one hand over the center of her back and kissed her neck. From there he moved to her collarbone, sending shivers of pleasure over her. When his tongue slicked over one nipple, she moaned in the back of her throat.

He broke out of his casual lean on his desk to lift her into his arms, carrying her to his bedroom, where he tossed her down on the piled bedding. Digging the heels of her boots into the plush comforter, she maneuvered to the center of the bed. She turned her head to take in the mirror he’d mentioned earlier. Her hair was rumpled in the pattern of Tag’s fingertips, her cheeks pink from Tag’s rasping kisses, and with her spiky boots, nipples pointing, knees up and slightly open, she had to admit…

“I look sexy.”

“You do.” Tag hauled his shirt over his head, stripping his upper half before starting on his belt and pants. Soon he was as naked as she was and climbing over her, his head turned to the side to look at them in the mirrored doors across from the bed. His hair tickling her breast, he lowered his lips and kissed her shoulder, then kissed his way up her neck and flicked his tongue over her earlobe.

She tore her eyes from the sensual scene unfolding before her to look at him. “You made me feel sexy again.”

He sucked in a breath that expanded his chest, eyes narrowing, mouth tipping into a prideful expression.

“The first time I touched you, you had to convince me, but just now? I stripped completely bare and you didn’t have to say a word.”

It’d finally happened. She was a confident, sexual being. She wasn’t afraid of sex, or of her performance. The woman looking back at her from the mirror with the blue eyes at half-mast knew she deserved the man sliding his hand down her stomach to the space between her legs.

Simply amazing.

“You’ve always been sexy,” Tag murmured. “Glad you finally see what I’ve always noticed.”

A few lingering strokes with his fingers and Rachel stopped having her epiphany and closed her eyes. The next words Tag spoke came after she did, clutching around his fingers as her orgasm sent goose bumps to the surface of her skin. He put his lips to her ear, and the gravel in his voice sent a shudder down her spine.

“On. Your. Knees.”

She wasted no time obeying, moving to her knees and watching as he positioned himself behind her. In the mirror she watched him roll on the condom, felt his hands move sensually over her bottom, and then along her spine and into her hair. He took a handful of her blond locks and bent over her, bracing himself on the bed with one hand as his cock slid expertly against her swollen center.

He tugged her hair, but lightly, and she caught a flash of the bold smile on her face in the mirror. Then her eyes were on the man behind her.

“Want it wild?” he asked, his voice a low growl.

“I want you inside me.”

Another tug on her hair and he plunged deep. A sharp cry left her lips. He filled her, hot and thick.

“Now what do you want?” He slid out and then in again, his pace torturously slow. Her hair was still wound around his fingers, his hold steady more than forceful.

Amazing. How much more bold could she be?

“I want you to f*ck me.” She whispered her demand.

His shoulders lifted as he pulled in a deep breath. She’d never said those words in her life. Now that she’d tried them out, she was surprised to find she meant them. The animal in her responded to the animal in Tag, and she wanted to explore this with him. Every dirty little inch of it.