Reckless In Love (The Maverick Billionaires #2)(56)

Best of all? Now she would finally be his.

The elevator doors opened to the penthouse and they spilled out together, lips locked, arms tangled.

Charlie fumbled with the buttons of his tux jacket. “I want you, Sebastian. All of you. I don’t want to wait anymore.”

“No more waiting,” he agreed in a voice made raw with both need and emotion. “Considering that I wanted you from the first moment I saw you in your face shield...it’s been a hell of a wait.”

She laughed, and he drank in the sexy, throaty sound. He loved her humor. Loved her independence. Loved her art. Hell, he loved her everything.

“My face shield and those thick welding gloves weren’t sexy,” she scoffed.

He framed her face in his hands. “Whatever you’ve got on, it all drives me crazy. Especially—” He reached behind to undo the slippery zipper on her top. “—this dress.”

He pulled the spaghetti straps of her bodice down her arms at the same time as she tugged off his cummerbund and tore at the fastenings of his shirt. Buttons popped and rolled across the marble entry floor. Then she twined her arms around his neck, and he hauled her up, his hands cupping her hips as she locked her ankles behind him. Bare chest to bare chest, her lips on his, her mouth, her tongue, he held her tightly as he strode across the suite’s thick carpet to the bedroom, and fell onto the bed with her.

Her hair lay in ringlets on the gold comforter, red and gold like the sun. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, and her nipples were a dusky rose that beckoned to him. He drank in her beauty, his heart beating hard. Beating true. Beating as if it were finally full for the very first time in his life.

“I’ve never seen anything as magnificent as you, Charlie.”

She flushed beneath him, her skin drawing his mouth and hands to her body’s beautiful contours. “I thought you said my dragon was magnificent,” she teased.

“There are levels of magnificence,” he murmured as he lowered his lips to the curve of one breast. “And you are way above the dragon.”

Her laughter got lost in a pleasured gasp as he laved one taut peak slowly with his tongue. “Sebastian.”

The sound of his name falling from her lips notched up his need to an epic ache. “I’ve waited so long for you, Charlie.”

It wasn’t just the weeks since he’d first walked into her yard. It wasn’t even since the moment he’d seen her dragon and felt a kinship with her as an artist.

No, the truth was that he’d been waiting forever to find her. He’d never thought there would be someone like Charlie—a woman he wanted so badly that his insides felt like they were coming apart even as he was filled with pure emotion for her.

“I’ve waited for you too.” She put her hand to the back of his head and pulled his lips to hers. “Kiss me again. Kiss me everywhere,” she whispered before she took him to heaven with her mouth.

She toyed with him, sipped his lips, took his tongue, kissed him hard, then soft, twisted her head to come at him from a different angle. Playing. Tormenting. Seducing. They rolled together until she drew up her knees and straddled him. Leaning over, she licked his skin, ran her fingers through the hair on his chest, tugged gently. Then she sucked his nipple between her lips. She licked, suckled, teased, and finally bit him, just enough to send a shaft of pleasure-pain straight to his core.

He grabbed her hips as his body surged against hers. He was hard enough to burst, desperate to possess. He shoved his hands beneath the folds of her skirt and along her thighs until he found the elastic of her thong, and ripped it off her. She tore at his pants the way she’d gone at his shirt, and when they were both naked, he pinned her to the bed and took her mouth again. The kiss was primitive. Insatiable. Not just for him, but for both of them. And though he already knew he’d never have enough of her, never be able to get his fill, all the weeks of waiting had made him greedy for more than just a taste.

Tonight he needed absolutely everything, wouldn’t stop until he’d kissed her everywhere.

His face at her apex, he breathed in the heady scent of her arousal. He tested her with the tip of his tongue, finding her sweetness, then slid off the bed to his knees in front of her, and nuzzled her. “You’re so pretty down here too. Everywhere.” He took his first erotic taste, delving with his tongue.

“Oh.” It was a gasp. “Oh, God.”

She clung to his shoulders, her fingernails pricking his flesh, and it was so damned good. She was like a sweet wine whose grapes had stayed on the vine until they exploded with flavor. Her hot little sounds—a cry, a moan, a hoarse groan—drove him deeper. Flicking his tongue over her, he had to have more of her, had to slide one finger inside.

“Please, please, please,” she begged.

She quivered and quaked, and he forced her higher. There was only one thing he wanted, needed, and craved in this moment—her sweet release against his tongue.

Her breath hitched, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulled at the roots, until her body clenched around his fingers, released, tightened again. Then she cried out, shaking as she rode out her pleasure.

He didn’t let her senses quiet. Instead he moved back over her so that his chest was flush with hers. “Can you feel how much I want you?” he said against her throat, layering her skin with kisses, licks, little bites as she wrapped her fingers around his erection.