Kian (Undercover Billionaire, #1)(65)

She whimpered as she arched her back into him. Her hard nipples were pressing against his chest, her legs spread wide beneath him.

“Take me. Make me stop thinking,” she demanded.

The pain of her words nearly brought him back to reality, but she arched her back again and rubbed her hot core against him, and he lost his mind before rationality could seep through. She opened her lips and begged for a kiss, and he gladly obliged, sealing their mouths together.

They tore at each other’s skin as if they couldn’t get close enough, and Kian reached between their bodies and freed himself just enough to plunge inside her. He swallowed her cry of pleasure and pounded against her in a frenzy of movement.

He felt her clench around him, and he had to fight not to let go with her. This was too fast. He should have been sated enough to love her for hours. But he desired her so much, he couldn’t get enough. And looking down at her flushed face was making him come undone.

Her thighs gripped him tightly, and he stopped moving for a moment to catch his breath. “More, I want more,” she demanded.

Kian smiled down at her. “You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he said. He leaned down and sucked the curve of her shoulder, leaving his mark there.

“Yes, I want more,” she demanded.

There was a new urgency in her tone he couldn’t possibly deny. Kian jumped up and shed his shorts, his erection wet and ready for more. He looked down at her flushed body and nearly came.

“You better be damn glad I didn’t leave when you so easily dismissed me,” he growled.

Her eyes widened, and then she looked at him defiantly. That only turned him on more. He reached down and flipped her over, causing a squeal to escape her pretty little lips. He reached out and smacked her once on her perfect little cheek, making an outraged squeal escape from her throat.

She wrenched her head around to give him a piece of her mind, but he climbed on the bed, grasped her luscious hips, and slammed himself inside her again, buried so deep he didn’t want to ever stop making love.

Any protests she might have been ready to give him evaporated, and she faced forward and called out his name, demanding more. His hips surged forward, his body making a perfect sound as it slapped against hers. Her ass turned a sweet pink as he pounded against her over and over again. His fingers dug into her skin, and he couldn’t stop loving her.

She called out for more and more, and he gave her what she needed, what they both needed. He climbed on top of her, grabbing her hair with one hand as he pounded against her tight flesh while he reached around her sweet body and gripped her full breast with the other. Her nipple stabbed into his palm, and he felt a massive explosion building.

She bit into the pillow in front of her and screamed as her body convulsed around his, and that’s all it took for him to let go and release with her. His pleasure shot deep within her, and in a few more pumps, he had nothing left to give.

Both of them collapsed on the bed, and Roxie tried crawling away from him, tried putting some distance between them. “No,” he told her, his voice harsh.

She stiffened as he pulled her back to him, her back flush with his chest, her butt cradled in the safety of his thighs. She was tense for several moments, but finally she relaxed. Neither of them had gotten their breathing under control yet.

He didn’t say a word. He knew she needed to process whatever it was she was feeling. She would talk when she felt she could. He wasn’t going anywhere, and he had the luxury of giving her the time she had to take.

This was right where Kian belonged. He was done with letting her push him away, done with accepting her rejection. She was his, and it was damn time she knew it. They were a family, whether they’d chosen it or not, and it was time they started acting like one.

Kian’s hand rested against her chest, and it comforted him to feel her heartbeat begin to slow. He wanted her, still. He would always want her. But for now, he was sated enough to talk to her; then he was going to make slow, sweet love to her, was going to show her with his body and mouth how much she meant.

“I want you and Lily to move in with me.”

The words escaped him before he could stop himself. Well, his good intentions of letting her speak first flew right out the damn window. He felt her stiffen again and her heart rate increase. She twitched against him, but he refused to let her go. It was what he wanted, and at one time, what she’d wanted. He didn’t see why it should have changed. They now had a daughter to think about.

“I don’t want to talk about this right now,” she finally said. She was trying to pull away from him, physically and emotionally, and he wasn’t having it.

He flipped her over on her back and trapped her with his body, forcing her to look into his eyes. The mellow light cast shadows all around them, but she couldn’t escape him like this. He could see into her very soul. He could see she was scared, but he knew it wasn’t of him.

“Why did you leave four years ago?” he asked.

She blinked, refusing to look him in the eyes. It infuriated him, but he wasn’t going anywhere, and it was damn time she knew it.

“I don’t want to talk about this,” she told him. “It’s been a long day, my body is sated, and now I just want to sleep.”

He smiled down at her, loving the crisp forcefulness of her voice as she tried to put her foot down. She’d been stubborn when he’d first met her, and it had made him want her all that much more. It helped that Kian knew exactly who he was and what he wanted. It gave him the confidence and strength to handle a woman as spirited and feisty as Roxie.