Loving the Secret Billionaire (Love at Last #1)(21)

His head tilted. “Yeah?”

“It’s never been my thing, but you give good bossy.”

“I’ll remember that.” And in a gruff tone, he said, “Your bra.”

I grabbed his hand, ran it along the band to the back and he mirrored the move on the other side, where his hands met in the middle and unhooked it without a moment’s hesitation. No practice, my ass.

His breath was gratifyingly shaky when he ran his hands around to my breasts. I couldn’t help the long, low moan that came out of my mouth. It was good. Every feather-light touch, every pinch and exploration was as good as the other night. Better, maybe, because I knew what would come next.

“Take off my pants.”

Hands shaking, I pulled them down and paused waited. “Should I keep going?”

“Everything.” That voice. Deep and dark, bossy and needy.

Slowly, with what felt like every drop of blood in my body racing to that spot between my legs, I dragged his underwear down.

My mouth dropped open. Maybe he’d been right that he wouldn’t fit.

“You okay?”

I swallowed. “Um…you’re big.”

He stepped back and I stood up.

“Too big?”

“I don’t…” I gave an awkward half-laugh, because honestly I had no idea if I could fit him inside of me. I wanted to, though. “I’ll try.”

He palmed his erection and gave it a swipe or two. It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. I wanted to lick the drop of pre-cum that beaded there.

I opened my mouth to tell him how beautiful he was and then hesitated. What would that mean to him? How would he feel knowing I could see him but he could never reciprocate? I’d tell him, someday. Just not right this second, when there was too much of him to learn.

There were maybe two steps between us, when suddenly, I realized how naked I felt in front of someone who couldn’t see me. This didn’t mean he didn’t pay attention to me. He could feel me, and hear my every small reaction. He proved this when his hand found a ticklish spot on my side, and when he bit me, very gently, on the neck.

“You like that,” he whispered and did it again, harder.

We wound up on his bed, limbs moving in search of the next great discovery, the next keen pleasure. Our bodies twisted and turned and every little thing was a sensation to be enjoyed. I closed my eyes and ate it all up.

“I want you on top.” He tapped my thigh and I moved, nipples hard as rocks from just that little sting.

From up here, I had to tell him, “You’re beautiful.”

“So are you.”

“How can you tell?” My body moved up and back, up and back.

“You feel good, you smell good. This,” He grasped my hips and used me to stroke him. The wet sound made me cringe and him growl. “That noise is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Other than your voice.”

“My…” I trailed off when he reached between my legs, slid his finger between my lips and explored me in a way I’d never before been touched.

“You’re wet again. So fucking wet. I love this.” He twisted his hand. “Is your clit always hard like this?”

“I…” I could barely talk through the feel of him, the pleasure he pushed through my pores. “I don’t think so. I think it’s like you…your…”

“My cock?”

“Yeah. I think it gets harder when I’m turned on.”

He pinched me there and I squirmed. “Oh, that’s good. How’d you learn that?”

“I read books, you know.” At his urging, I rolled off him, so we lay facing each other on the bed. “I get off listening to porn.” His tone changed. “Yeah. You liked this the other night. Taking my fingers. I gave you two on the porch. What if I fuck you with three?”

My body tightened around him.

“No, no. You gotta relax. Here. I’m just gonna slide it in.” His voice came out husky.

I had no words left. Nothing except guttural, animal grunts and sighs. But he liked that, I could tell. He kissed me once when I got really loud, sort of eating up the sound, and then went back to the job of fucking me with his fingers. He zeroed in my g-spot again—talented man—and stroked it in his merciless pursuit of my pleasure.

“I want…”

I tried to tell him that this wasn’t going to work, or maybe that he needed to hurry and put on a condom or… I didn’t know. I had no freaking clue what I was trying to say.

“Hold on.” He reached behind him and came up with the box, tore it open, and then made quick work of sliding a condom over his erection. I’d have to ask him how he’d gotten so good at that. One day. Just not right now. Not when the only thing I could think about was how he would feel inside me.

He laid a warm hand on my waist. “Which…what position?”

“You want to be on top?” I whispered, conscious of how easy this was—talking to a man about sex. After years of awkward, this was a new experience.

“I don’t…” He huffed out a dry laugh and gave me a squeeze. “I want to do every single position there is. Top, bottom, back, front, God, if we could do it all at once, I would die happy.”

I rolled into him and let him feel my answering giggle, then the sigh that followed it. “You know what’s crazy?”