Kian (Undercover Billionaire, #1)(57)

She went and refilled, then climbed back into bed and grabbed her Kindle. Before she could get back into the story, her phone buzzed, showing she had a message. It was almost ten, and she couldn’t imagine who’d be texting.

When she opened the message and saw it was from Kian, she felt a stirring of excitement low in her stomach. She could pretend she was asleep and dive back into her book, but she found herself putting down the Kindle and picking up her phone. Maybe it was the wine, and maybe it was the book, and maybe it was the hot make-out session from a few hours before. Whatever it was, she didn’t think too hard about opening a door that should remain closed.

He groaned in approval and thrust his tongue deeply inside her.

Roxie was in shock as she read the message. She reread it again and felt moisture pool in her core. She squeezed her thighs together as an unbearable ache took over her body. He’d downloaded the book she was reading. He was texting her a line from one of the sex scenes, and she was as hot as hell. She’d never had a phone-sexting conversation before. Should she play along? It was a bad idea.

Squeezing her thighs tightly together, she decided to respond.

She put a leg over one of his shoulders and pulled him closer with it, urging him to continue.

It was too late to go back now. She’d responded, and she could see where he was typing. Rubbing her legs up and down, the friction on her thighs was driving her mad, but she couldn’t help it. She grabbed her glass of wine and took another deep swallow, then licked her lips, imagining it was him doing it for her.

His tongue plunged in and out of her, deeper with each stroke.

Hot damn! She felt as if she were in the book, as if she were being stroked and teased, built up slowly. Though it wasn’t exactly happening slow, not at all. She was hot and aching, and her fingers caressed the screen of her phone as she decided what she wanted to do next. Her room was dark and her head slightly fuzzy. She replied.

I’m hot, so damn hot right now . . .

Letting go of her inhibitions, Roxie’s hand slid down her pajama pants, and she ran her fingers across her aching slit. Her body jumped from the bed at that gentle touch. She’d eased her own ache before but never while this turned on. It had been out of necessity before she’d thought she’d explode from the buildup, but it was always such a letdown, and she’d hungered to be filled; she hungered for one person to do it. She’d close her eyes and picture Kian on top of her, his sweaty chest brushing against her nipples, his solid erection penetrating her in the most filling way.

Slowly, Roxie’s thighs opened as she slid her hand lower and slipped two fingers inside her heat. She bit her lip to keep from groaning as the next message popped up on her phone. It was difficult to see through the blurriness of her vision.

I want to make you hotter. I’m dying here. Let me come over and finish this. Please.

Roxie felt as if she were going out of her mind. She wanted fulfillment. She shouldn’t do it, shouldn’t allow this to happen, but she wanted him so badly, and she didn’t think she was going to get the same release without him.

My hand doesn’t come close to the tight hold of your wet heat. Let me come to you. I’m hard and aching. I want you. I’m lying here picturing your fingers deep inside that hot core, and I want to replace them with my own. I want to run my tongue along your tightness and push it inside before I bury myself deep within you. I want to take you deep, and I want to bury myself in your mouth and hot core. Just say one word and I’ll be there in five minutes.

Kian definitely lived more than five minutes away, but she had a feeling he’d be here that fast. She could get the satisfaction she so desperately needed. Before she could change her mind, she found herself typing.

Yes. Key is under the pink flowerpot.

She hit “Send” and waited to see if there was a response. Nothing. Roxie pushed her pajama pants away and lay back, her eyes closed as she ran her fingers across her slick heat. She rubbed her swollen flesh and dipped her fingers inside, seeking relief that just wouldn’t come. She needed Kian—only Kian.

There was a noise at her front door, and she was so delirious in pleasure, she couldn’t even begin to focus on it. Then her bedroom door opened, and though it was dark, she could see the outline of Kian standing there. He began stripping off his clothes as she continued to rub herself, trying to see his face, but unable. A moan escaped her, and she wondered if all of this was a dream.

That was okay if it was, as long as she was able to come to completion at the end. She wouldn’t mind coming again and again.

“You are so fucking hot,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, nearly out of control—just the way she liked it.

“I need . . .” she panted.

“What do you need?” he asked. He crawled up on the bed, his flesh hot and hard.

“You, I need you,” she panted. She was still touching herself when he grabbed her hand and pressed it into the bed.

She had to grab her pillow and push it over her face when his mouth replaced her fingers and he did exactly what he said he was going to do; he dived his tongue deep inside her, making her hips arch off the bed.

She exploded instantly, her heat clenching over and over as an orgasm nearly ripped her in two with the intensity of the waves. One touch from him had been all she needed. He stroked her slowly as she fell back down to earth, but Roxie wasn’t even close to being fully satisfied. He’d woken up a hunger in her she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to sate.