Tapping The Billionaire (Bad Boy Billionaires #1)(33)

Boy, that escalated quickly.

The Benadryl had become my truth serum. I wanted to sex him. I wanted to hand him a valentine that said, “Be my cherry popper,” and spread my legs as far as those babies would go. I knew valentines were only meant for a particular holiday, but this felt like an exception to the rule.

“Georgia?” Kline’s voice moved down the hallway.

“I’m in here!” I called back.

His tall frame moved through the doorway, finding me luxuriating in the bedding.

“Comfortable?” he asked.

“Oh yeah, baby.” I patted the spot beside me. “Come join me. I don’t know whose bed this is, but hells bells, it’s wonderful.”

“It’s my bed.” He chuckled, setting two glasses on the nightstand and sitting on the edge.

I sat up, holding the comforter to my chest. “This is your bed?”

He nodded, eyes moving to my bare shoulders.

“Well, I’ll be damned. I’m a fan of your bed. Big fan. The biggest fan.”

His eyes moved around the room, searching for something. His jaw dropped when whatever he was looking for came into view. “Are you naked?” he asked, swallowing hard enough to make his Adam’s apple bob.

“The bed made me do it.”

“My bed made you get naked?”

“He’s a real pervy bastard, but who was I to argue?” I shrugged, the comforter falling to my waist.

Kline’s spine stiffened, averting his gaze toward the floor.

I touched his shoulder. “Everything okay?”

“Uh-huh.” He coughed out a laugh.

“Is one of those for me?” I nodded at the table.

“Please.” He gestured toward the glasses. “Help yourself.”

“Only if you stop looking so uncomfortable.”

That caught his attention, his curious eyes meeting mine. “Uncomfortable?”

“Yeah. You look really uncomfortable. I insist that you take your shoes off and sit back on the bed.”

He ran a hand through his hair. “Georgia, I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”

“Of course it is, you silly, gorgeous piece of man meat!” I got to my knees, forcing his body to lie back on the bed. Straddling his hips, I stared down at him. “See what I mean? It’s so comfortable down there, isn’t it?”

“It sure is something.” His gaze raked down my completely bare body, going darker with each second that passed.

While he made himself cozy, I grabbed a glass from the nightstand and took a satisfying drink. “This vodka is delicious. Not very strong, though.”

“That’s because it’s water.”

“Hmmmph. Well, look at that.”

Kline hesitantly gripped my waist. “I think I should grab you some clothes to wear to bed.”

My mouth formed a pout. “Do you not like seeing me naked, Kline? Naked time is fun time.”

He shook his head and muttered under his breath, “Dear f*cking Lucifer.” He cleared his throat. “Shit, Georgie. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything better than you naked. And God, I want naked time to be fun time. I want it really f*cking bad.”

“Well, then what’s the big rush? I’m starting to understand all the fuss about nudist colonies. There’s a lot to be said for being naked, Kline. I think you should try it.” I moved my hands to his belt, slipping the metal from the prongs.

“This probably isn’t a good idea.” He stopped my progress before I made my way to his zipper.

I looked up at him, my ass resting against Kline’s better half—his bigger, thicker half. The one that seemed to wholeheartedly—or wholecockedly—disagree with him. “I think you’re wrong. I think you think this is a really good idea.” To emphasize my point, I rolled my hips against him.

Jesus. His dick.

Wait, that sounded a little sacrilege.

Kline. His dick.

There, that was better.

“Kline,” I moaned, rubbing my clit against him. “This. Feels. So. Good.”

“Shit,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips. “We shouldn’t be doing this, but f*ck. You’re gorgeous and naked and wet. So f*cking wet. I can feel you through my clothes.”

“You make me crazy,” I half growled like an animal. “I want to kiss you, lick you, suck you, ride you. I want to do everything. Right. Now.” I leaned forward, pressing one pert nipple to his lips.

He sucked me into his mouth, his tongue flicking my nipple and urging heat to flush across my skin.

“You have the best tits, Georgia. The best f*cking tits.” He moved to the other breast, kissing and sucking and licking me into a frenzy.

“God, yes. Keep doing that,” I begged.

He gripped my chin, pulling my face to his. His lips crashed against mine. We were a delicious mess of tongues and lips and hips grinding and hands groping.

“You’re too perfect,” he whispered against my skin. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“I want you to have all of me,” I urged. “I want you inside of me, Kline. God, I want it so bad. Christopher Columbus the f*ck out of my * prideland!”

“What?” he asked as he stilled.