Royal Heir (Westerly Billionaire #3)(57)

He came to a stop on the step below her, still towering over her by a few inches, but her mouth was deliciously closer. Her breasts swelled with each deep breath she took, reminding him of the first night he’d met her. “Keep the dress on the first time I fuck you.” She raised her hand to deliver a slap, but he caught it easily. “I don’t mind if you like it rough, but let’s take it somewhere private.” He pulled her closer. “You look so fucking hot in that dress. Good choice.”

“Let me go. Are you deaf? I’m not staying. Not now.”

He grabbed her chin and forced her to look him in the eye. “Because I didn’t like the flowers? Because I don’t dance? I don’t give a shit about those things. If you’re looking for someone to romance you and read you poetry, that’s not me. I’m not that man.” He ran a thumb over her lip and loved how it opened for him almost against her will. “You don’t care. All you want is my cock again. Say it.”

Her eyes raged with the same desire flooding him. “No.”

He tasted her lips, teasing them with his tongue until she opened them for him. He lifted her into his arms while continuing to plunder her mouth. Her arms wound around his neck, and their kiss tasted of anger and fire. He didn’t know if he could trust her, and she was obviously furious with him, but none of that mattered, because their need for each other consumed all else.

He carried her up the rest of the steps and down the hallway to his room, kicking the door closed behind him. He walked to the bed and tossed her down on it. Standing over her, he said, “Now is not the time to lie to yourself or to me. We both know this is what you want. All you have to do is say yes.” He stepped out of his shoes, then pulled his shirt free of his trousers. “Yes to me bringing you pleasure.” He dropped his shirt on the floor. “Yes to pleasing me.” He unbuckled his belt and removed the rest of his clothing smoothly. He stood before her, naked and fully aroused. “One word, but you have to say it. Give yourself to me.”

Despite the passion in her eyes, she said, “And if I say no?”

“You won’t,” he said, slipping her shoes off and taking each of her stockinged feet in one hand. “But it is always your right to.” He slid a hand beneath her gown, up her leg, and discovered the stockings ended midthigh. “These stay, too.”

She licked her bottom lip. “You like them?”

“Oh yes.” With one strong move, he pulled her to the edge of the bed and held her legs up and apart at his sides. He followed with the other stocking, then went higher to the satin that covered her wet sex. He lightly ran his hand back and forth over the material. “Did you buy this for me as well?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering and glazing with need.

He eased the material aside and dipped his finger gently inside her. “I like that word on your lips. Say it again.”

“Yes.”

He rewarded her by circling her nub until he found just the pressure and rhythm that made her squirm against his hand. She gripped the sheets on either side of her as he caressed her intimately. He wanted to see all of her, kiss every inch of her, but first he wanted the fantasy from that first night. As he touched her, he told her exactly how much he wanted to fuck her, how beautiful she was, how this was only the beginning of the pleasure they’d bring each other.

When her face was flushed with excitement and she was wet and ready, he hauled her to her feet and kissed her deeply. She was wild for him, her hands grasping for more of him. He stepped back, hiked her gown up, and unsnapped the satin crotch.

“Wait.” She reached into the bodice of her dress, pulled out a condom, and tossed it at him. He caught it and smiled.

It was all on then. He sheathed himself, then lifted her so her dress bunched and her legs wrapped around his waist. He kissed his way down her long neck and across the mounds of her eager-to-be-released breasts. Her sex hovered just above the tip of his cock, teasing, ready. She dug her hand into his hair and raised his mouth to hers. The kiss they shared shook him to his core. Never had he wanted a woman more.

They kissed until there was nothing but a painful hunger that could no longer be denied. With a step, he backed her to the wall and thrust up into her. She gasped into their kiss, then met his thrust with one of her own. Deeper and harder. Faster and more wild. The only sound in the room was her calling out for him not to stop and him swearing because it was that fucking good.

When he felt her giving herself over to an orgasm, he joined her with one last powerful thrust. He kissed her gently as they both came back to earth slowly.

Reluctantly, he lowered her back to her feet and disposed of the condom before returning to her side. Her clothing fell back into place. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled her neck. “You have good taste in dresses.”

“Thank you.” She melted back against him. “I still think you’re an asshole.”

He chuckled. “We’ll see if you’re still saying that by morning.” He kissed his way across her shoulder while unfastening the back of her dress. She stepped out of it, and he turned her, appreciating every curve the tiny satin outfit clung to, as well as those it revealed. “I like the idea of getting to know the many layers of you.”

Her hand sought his cock and encircled it. “As opposed to stripping right down and putting yourself out there.”