Kian (Undercover Billionaire, #1)(41)

He’d once memorized her perfect body, and touching her again brought those memories to the surface. She was just how he remembered her, sweet and lush and full of fire, her skin so hot to the touch he was surely getting burned.

Once again, Kian turned her and pressed his hardness against her sweet backside while he cupped her breasts, rubbing the nipples between his fingers, causing her to cry out.

“Yes, let me know how you’re feeling,” he said, the sound of her desire almost more than he could take.

She bit her lip and groaned, trying to suppress the sound.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you,” he demanded. He was losing more control by the second. The longer he had her in his arms, the more fried his brain became. He desperately wanted to see the look in her eyes while he squeezed her chest and she whimpered beneath his touch. But the lights were too bright in here, and he had no doubt it would kill the mood. He wasn’t taking the risk.

He squeezed her nipples again, and she cried out, this time louder. Yes! He wanted to own her total loss of control. He didn’t care if they were at the hospital; he didn’t care if someone passed by the door. He was out of his mind with lust, and he wanted her right there with him.

“Your body is amazing,” he told her. “So soft in all the right places, so firm in others. Perfection. You are utter perfection,” he said with a reverence he’d never felt with another soul. “Only you, Roxie, only you are this perfect.” Maybe he was giving this woman too much power, but at this moment, he didn’t care.

“Only you, Kian,” she said, her voice breaking, her body his—only his.

Roxie panted as he pressed his fingers more tightly over her nipples, squeezing them hard before he tugged; a whimper escaped her. It was just enough pressure to give the slightest pull of pain, with mind-boggling amounts of pleasure to follow.

She squirmed beneath him, and he could practically taste her orgasm in the air. Only he knew how to touch her, knew every nuance of how she responded to him, knew the moment her pleasure neared. He’d brought her to the brink of pleasure too many times not to know how to do it before backing off, building her explosions to molten levels.

“Please, Kian, please,” she begged. She was losing control more and more. He wouldn’t please her until she let go all the way. He wanted to own her, at least for this moment, and nothing less would be acceptable.

Needing to see her, Kian remembered the yellow corner light, and he turned her around, giving her body a shove that made her fall to the bed. She gasped as her hot body came into contact with the cold, sterile blanket. Kian stepped to the lamp and hit the switch, then turned to find her sprawled out on the bed, her legs wide, her eyes huge, her mouth panting.

“Damn,” he said, his voice choked, his body pulsing. His erection hurt as it pressed against the silk of his underwear and tented out against his scrubs. He reached for himself and squeezed, trying to relieve some of the pressure. It didn’t help.

“Spread wider,” he demanded. He wanted to look at her beauty. “Wider,” he told her, his tone harsh in his excitement. “I want to look at where I’m about to bury myself.”

He glanced at her eyes, at the utter pleasure in them, and nearly ripped off his pants and sank into her right then and there. Playtime was just about over. But Roxie always had enjoyed him making her hot and bothered before they connected. He didn’t want to displease her now.

Roxie planted her feet on the bed and spread her legs wide open, her stomach quivering as she gripped the cool blanket beneath her. Her confidence in her smoldering body nearly made him come in his pants. He was afraid to take a step closer, afraid he was about to lose control.

With a strength he hadn’t known possible, Kian crawled onto the bed and braced himself above her, leaning down and rubbing his tongue across one sweet nipple before kissing a path across her luscious mound and swiping his tongue over the other one. He moved from nipple to nipple, licking and sucking until she buried her fingers in his hair and pulled hard.

“Do you want my mouth all over you?” he asked.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she begged, her fingers tightening in his hair.

He wanted the same. He trailed his lips down the soft curve of her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel before he moved lower. The bed was too small, so he slid from it as he grabbed her hips and tugged her along with him, positioning her beautiful opening in front of his mouth.

The first taste of her heat had him nearly crying. She was so hot and wet, he was quickly losing his mind. He pushed her quivering thighs farther apart as he leaned in and sucked her hot flesh.

Kian gazed up Roxie’s quivering body, and their eyes met. Hers were nearly delirious in her pleasure, and he felt his tongue slip from his mouth and coat her taste over his lips, which she seemed to like as her entire body jerked from the bed. Slowly, keeping his eyes connected with hers, he leaned forward and ran his tongue along her hot slit, sliding it in a circle across her most sensitive bundle.

She twisted her head, breaking the hold he had on her eyes as she called out her pleasure and demanded more. She was on fire, and he felt the heat scorching him. Electricity sizzled through his own flesh, all stopping and pulsing in one place that demanded he finish this.

Slipping his fingers inside her tight heat, he sucked on her flesh again, feeling her begin to tighten beneath his expert touch. He knew what she needed, what she wanted, and what she didn’t even know she desired. He knew all of this about her, and she’d still left him. That thought made him clamp his mouth around her bundle and suck hard, causing her to scream as she neared completion.