Hollywood Heir (Westerly Billionaire #4)(51)

Sage’s legs naturally went around his waist even as she told herself not to give in to the desire rushing through her. He carried her through her apartment to her bedroom and tossed her down on the bed. The air sizzled with sexual tension.

“Tell me to go and I’ll go.” His eyes burned with need. “Or ask me to stay and I will.” He stood over her like a conquering pirate from every fantasy she’d ever had—impossible to resist, even though she knew she should.

Her brain argued that there were things they should discuss before going any further. It pleaded with her to slow down. Her body revved louder than those thoughts.

She’d wanted him, had wanted him for long enough that the promise of finally having him outweighed every reason she shouldn’t. No one had ever made her feel so out of control. No one might ever again. She was a woman who followed her heart, and it was saying it was willing to risk getting broken if it meant having this. They did have a lot to talk out, but couldn’t that happen after she visited heaven?

She sat up on the bed, struggling to maintain control of both herself and the situation. “I—we—” She met his eyes and desire won. “Stay.”

He stripped off his shirt, revealing a powerful chest and six-pack abs. He didn’t hesitate. In a few efficient movements, he discarded his clothing and tossed a condom on the bed beside her. “Come here.”

Her gaze dropped to his cock, fully erect and irresistibly large. If this was a mistake in the making, she couldn’t imagine regretting it. She moved to a kneeling position and began to unbutton her shirt. “Why don’t you come here?” With him she felt bolder, sexually playful in a way she’d previously lacked the confidence to be. She slipped her shirt off and dropped it beside the bed, then undid her bra and tossed it aside as well.

With a growl, he helped her stand, then removed her shoes and eased her out of her pants and undies. He crawled up onto the bed in front of her and caressed her breasts gently. “So beautiful.”

She couldn’t resist running her hands down his flat stomach to his eager shaft. “You’re not so bad yourself.” His throbbing cock jerked at her touch.

When his mouth claimed hers, she gave herself over to the pleasure of it. He took her mouth boldly, as if it were his to have. His touch was just as confident and proprietorial. And she loved it.

There was no holding back for either of them. She hungrily dug her fingers into his muscular back when he moved his mouth down to her breasts. He circled one nub with his tongue, nipped at it gently, then moved his attention to her other. She alternated from caressing his rock-hard cock to running her hands over every inch of him she could reach. It was all equally good.

He lowered her to the bed and ordered her not to move. She could have protested, but she was eager for whatever pleasure he wanted to bring her. He kissed his way down her chest, across her stomach, and settled himself between her legs.

She closed her eyes and gripped the bedsheets as he parted her sex and dipped his tongue into her. She was drowning in the sensations, mewing for him not to stop. He circled her clit, teased it, did a mind-shattering combination of sucking and flicking that had her arching off the bed. Just when she was thinking it couldn’t get better, he thrust a finger inside her and worked it at just the right angle to send heat flooding through her. There was no reprieve from the pleasure, though. His mouth was relentless, and he moved his finger in and out of her with increasing speed until the first wave of heat gave way to another, stronger flood of release.

She cried out mindlessly.

He withdrew. She was too dazed to either move or protest. A moment later, he was back and sheathed in a condom. He kissed her again deeply. She opened her mouth and her legs wide for him. He raised his head and dipped the tip of his cock inside her. She bit her bottom lip in anticipation and held his gaze.

“You’re mine now, Sage,” he growled, and thrust powerfully into her.

She gasped with pleasure and clenched herself around him.

There was no tenderness in this mating. He pounded down into her. She met him thrust for thrust. Her frustration with him, her confusion and heartache, surfaced and added a wildness to her own movements. She pulled his head down and kissed him angrily. How dare he call her his?

Nothing she’d ever shared with a man prepared her for how good and how equally bad being with him felt. Even as she felt her body begin to flush in preparation for another climax, she hit his chest with a clenched fist. This wasn’t love—this was something else—and it felt wrong to enjoy it.

Her anger made him even wilder. He thrust deeper and deeper, harder and faster. She clung to him and cried out into his kiss as she had her second orgasm . . . or perhaps her third. He growled something in her ear, climaxed with one last powerful thrust, and shuddered above her.

He rolled off her, disposed of his condom, and lay there next to her, breathing as hard as she was but not touching her. Neither of them said a word, and she wondered if he was regretting what they’d done as much as she was.

She hadn’t thought it was possible, but she felt more rather than less of a distance between them.



Eric just had amazing sex with the woman he couldn’t imagine not spending the rest of his life with, and somehow it had left him feeling like shit. He had spent a sleepless night battling his feelings for Sage.

On one hand, she was everything he’d ever wanted—and more. On the other hand, he didn’t trust that she could be. He wanted to. He wanted to believe she didn’t care about his money or his fame and that she’d fallen for him when she thought he had neither.