Loving the Secret Billionaire (Love at Last #1)(15)

And, goddamn. Ambrosia. “I want to kiss you again.”

“Do it.” It sounded almost like a challenge.

Another deep inhale and I couldn’t help a lick, a tiny bite—just to see—then a kiss for forgiveness.

I swallowed and forced words out. “You’re beautiful.”

She opened her mouth—probably to talk, though just moans came out when I angled my head to the side and nipped at her ear. Oh, hell, yes. It was good. Somehow, she’d wrapped around me, moving enough to rub my erection against her middle. I wanted it lower. Or her higher. I wanted…

Her face turned to mine, our lips met and I needed more of her, more sensation, more of this real, animal experience. I grabbed her ass and lifted her onto the porch railing, where everything was right there—laid out for me to explore.

It was almost impossible to pull away from those soft, hungry kisses, but I needed to know her.

Barely breathing, I put everything I had into my fingertips. I ran them down her nose—smooth, slender, strong—over her cheeks—plump, sweet, with a dip under sturdy bone—and then—pure, hot heaven with just a scrape of teeth—her mouth. She sucked on my finger, hard, and my cock pulsed at the idea that presented.

I could have come from fucking my thumb into her soft, willing mouth. After years of listening to porn, years of using lotion and whatever was handy to get off while my latest online girlfriend moaned in my ear, I was here, with this woman. The smell of her arousal messed with my control. It was so animal, that smell. My body couldn’t help but respond to it.

Harder than I intended, I ran my hands from small, square shoulders, over collarbones that were heartbreakingly frail, down her sharply curved sides—so different from my own straight, uncompromising lines—and then back up to her breasts which were…

“Fuck. Me. Your tits are big.” I didn’t realize they’d fill my hands.

She made an embarrassed little sound when I hefted them, but it didn’t stop her from pressing into me.

“Is that a good thing?”

A deep laugh came out of me while my thumb dragged over one hard nipple. “Like a dream.” The catch in her throat told me she liked that and I experimented with a pinch. She let out an indrawn breath, but didn’t stop me with a hand or a word.

“I want to…” I swallowed, words suddenly lost. “Can I—”

“Yeah.”

She didn’t even know what she was agreeing to. And shit, that ramped me up. I became less nerves and more excitement as she shifted on the railing.

“I’m gonna touch your pussy.”

“God, yes.” Her hands tightened on my shoulders.

Every little sound she made was a gift to me. The excitement in her voice had me close to coming. I reached down and pressed my hand to my erection to stop the throbbing, while right there in front of me, she wouldn’t stop shifting, like she needed me.

And, because I was a glutton for experience, I put a hand on one thigh, stroked up to squeeze her rounded hip and ran it back down to her knee before I delved into the place between her legs.

“You’re hot.” My face was so close to hers I could hear every little hitch in her breath. “And you smell like…sex. Exactly how sex should smell.”

“Don’t…”

I paused, set my hands on her hips, and waited, suspended. “You want me to stop?”

She huffed out a weird little laugh. “No. No, just… When you talk it makes me…”

Shit. I’d only ever been with people online. Talking was stimulation. If she didn’t like it… “Is it bad?”

“No.” Her voice was high and breathy and it sent a rush of pride running through me. I did this to her. “It turns me on. It’s just…hard to listen to.”

I wasn’t sure I got it, but I wasn’t about to question her. “I can stop.”

“Don’t. It turns me on.” She shifted and messed with something in her lap before grabbing my hand and sliding it to her waist, where…

“Ohhhhhh, yes. Fuck yes.” She’d undone her pants for me and it was easy to step to the side and slide my hand in.

With one arm around my neck, she shifted and lifted, inviting my hand to slide through curls and into hot heaven.

“You’re so slippery.” Another moan from my girl. Nothing intelligible. I pulled my hand out to put it to my nose, to lick it off and I swear I almost passed out right there on the porch. “Jesus Christ, you taste amazing. I want to finger you. Can I fuck you with my hand?”

“Yes.” She cleared her throat. “Yeah, do it.”

It was all here—her lips, slick and soft. Her clit, a little bead, higher up than I’d imagined, and there… I shuddered as my middle finger slid easily inside her. I pictured my cock doing this and it didn’t seem possible. “I can’t fit in here. My cock can’t, I mean.”

She was breathing too hard to talk, her hips lifting to meet my hand as I fucked into her.

“So small.”

“It would work.”

“You think?” She shook when I flicked my thumb against her clit, so I did it again and again, quick and hard. “I don’t even think I could get the head in.”

It took me a second to realize that one of her hands had left my shoulder to slide up under her shirt. I followed it up, laid my fingers against hers and took in the way she touched herself. A hard, thorough pinching, twisting, through her bra.