Crazy for Loving You: A Bluewater Billionaires Romantic Comedy(85)

“Oh, god, West,” she gasps. “That feels so good. But no. Bad boy. This is for you.”

“Then you shouldn’t offer such delectable treats.”

She shimmies out of reach, sending both of us bouncing again, and I put a hand to her head to keep us from knocking noggins and giving each other concussions.

There’s a devious glint in her eyes, though. “That’s right. You just hold on right there.”

“Hold on to—”

She slides the rest of the way down my bouncing body, slips a hand into my sweatpants, and frees my erection. The cool air hits it, then the heat of her fist, and then—oh, fuck, yes.

Then her mouth.

She kisses my tip, swirls her tongue around my head, and sucks my cock all the way to the back of her throat, her wet, hot mouth fucking heaven.

“Daisy,” I gasp.

She presses on the trampoline on either side of my hips, and rides with me while I bounce.

I start to protest, but then she cups my tight balls while she pulls off my cock, swirls her tongue around my head again, and then sucks me back down, and I can’t speak.

I can just feel. The thick, heavy sensation in my cock warning me that I can’t hold out. The warning, warning buzzing in the fuzzy recesses of my brain, declaring that this is not a safe place to get a blow job, but it’s drowned out by the sight of those blue, blue eyes boring into mine.

Sit back and enjoy this, Marine.

I don’t know if that’s Daisy or my balls talking, but christ, her mouth—and her tongue suckling the underside of my dick—and her joy, her spirit, her determination to make me feel good—fuck.

Fuck.

“Daisy—I can’t—I’m gonna—”

There’s a glint in her eyes, and she sucks me harder, and suddenly I’m coming down her throat in a white-hot flash of sensation that makes my fingers and toes tingle and my legs and stomach tighten and my heart swell.

So much—so much sensation. Physical. Emotional. Spiritual.

She strokes my legs while she sucks down my climax, and my heart waves a white flag.

We’re done.

We surrender.

There have been no women before Daisy Carter-Kincaid, and there will be no women after who have or will ever completely capture me, body, heart, and soul.

My body goes limp, and she slides off my cock with a soft pop, then kisses my tip and tucks me back into my pants.

“You are so fucking hot,” she whispers as she crawls back on top of me, the world tilting and rolling as the trampoline adjusts beneath us.

“I don’t—think—you can—talk,” I pant.

She grins, squeezing her arms together to make her cleavage more pronounced, and fuck, I’m getting hard again.

How does she do that?

I trace the line between her breasts. “You know you don’t need to put these on display to be sexy and gorgeous. It’s all in here.” I brush a thumb over her heart, then her temple.

Her eyes go shiny, and she blinks quickly. “Dammit, West. You’re ruining my sex goddess high.”

I roll and pin her beneath me on the trampoline. “Sex goddesses can feel with their hearts and minds too.”

She squirms, and I start to lift off her, but she grabs me around the ribs and holds me tight. “My fucking skirt is too tight to wrap my legs around you,” she grumbles.

“I could help with that.”

One brow arches. “Westley Jaeger, are you offering to rip my skirt off me?”

“Maybe. If the lady says one nice thing about herself first.”

“I have a killer rack and I give one hell of a blow job. Your turn. Go caveman on this damn skirt.”

“Something nice about your personality,” I correct.

She heaves an exaggerated sigh. “This is pointless.”

I nip at her ear, and she hums happily. “More of that if you say something nice about yourself,” I whisper.

“But why?”

“Because you’re amazing, and I don’t think you know it.”

She eyes me warily. Like she doesn’t like that we’re heading into personal territory.

But I don’t just want her body. I want her mind. And her heart. And I want her to know she can trust me with all of her. That I’m safe.

I won’t hurt her.

Something flickers in those blue eyes, and then the willpower and determination kick in. Like this is one more challenge.

And she’s up for it.

“I sometimes anonymously donate dog food to shelters,” she says softly.

“Human shelters?”

Her eyes flare wide for half a second.

I grin.

She cracks up. “You—you—”

I rock until she releases me, then leap off her and take off on the trampoline. “You know someone who thinks of the baby first after she chokes on a carrot is a person with a big heart, right?” I call while she chases after me.

“Sheer terror of the torture my grandmother the vampire would inflict if I screwed up her plans for the next host body she plans to inhabit.”

“She tries to control you because she knows you’re bigger and better than she is.”

“Boob envy. How are you all the way over there? Get back here! I have a condom and I have every intention of using it!”