The Billionaire and the Virgin (Billionaires and Bridesmaids #1)(43)

“Ticklish?” he asked.

“A little,” she admitted, and her voice was so damn shy. How had she remained a virgin for so long? It was unfathomable. She was delicious—open and eager and gorgeous and all f*cking his. A possessive surge shot through him, and he resisted the urge to crush her entire body against his again. She liked him touching her breasts—he’d keep doing it. He couldn’t wait to see how she reacted when he put his mouth on one of those tiny, hard nipples.

“Want me to stop?”

“No.” Her voice was breathless. “I really want you to keep going.”

“Man, I love it when you f*cking say that.” His thumb brushed over the tip of one nipple.

Her entire body quivered in response.

That was f*cking glorious to see. “Do you like it when I touch your nipples, Marjorie?” His thumb stroked over the taut little bud again, flicking it with his thumbnail. He was pleased when it seemed to harden and pucker even more under his touch.

She nodded, and then her mouth formed a soft little O of wonder when his other hand slid up to cup her other breast. He gripped both of them, enjoying the feel of her soft skin and the reactions racing through her. The expression on her face was full of emotion—shyness and wonder and arousal all at once.

“Do you touch these when you masturbate?” he asked her, leaning in for another kiss.

She gave him a shocked look. “Don’t ask me that!”

He grinned. He wouldn’t tease her half so much if she didn’t react so wonderfully. “Why not?”

“Because—because I’m not going to answer.” Her voice wobbled as his thumbs stroked her nipples again, and her expression grew dazed. “I’m not.”

“No?” Rob’s voice was husky as he leaned in and pressed his mouth to her parted one. “I’d love to know if you do. Because I’m picturing these sweet little breasts, and you pinching your nipples while you touch yourself.”

Marjorie’s gasp sounded more like arousal to him. And she wasn’t pulling away. Instead, her hands moved over his arms, his stomach, as if she had to touch him wherever and whenever she could.

Lower, his mind chanted. Touch lower. But he didn’t say that out loud. Too much at once and he might short circuit his virgin’s mind.

So he caressed her pretty nipples and kissed her, pleased when her tongue stuttered against his own with every flick of his thumbs against her sensitive skin. And when her sighs and panting started to turn to moans, he slid his tongue over her open mouth, and took the next step forward. “Can I put my mouth on your skin, sweetheart?”

Her assent was a soft moan and a jerky nod.

Rob’s hands went to her neck, caressing her nape, and he was pleased when she made a small sound of protest as his hands left her breasts. He pressed hot kisses against her throat, then moved to her ear, nibbling on her earlobe. She clung to him as he did, and he made a mental note that yes, her earlobes were sensitive, too. He’d bet his virgin was sensitive in a lot of fun places, and his dick throbbed with need again.

Then he kissed lower, moving across her delicate collarbones and down her breastbone, until she was practically quivering with anticipation in his arms. He cupped one delicate breast in his fingers and brushed the nipple over his lips.

She made a noise that sounded like “guh.”

He couldn’t help it. He chuckled.

Her hands curled into fists on his shoulders. “That’s not funny.”

“It’s not funny. It’s f*cking adorable.”

“Rob,” she complained, shoving at his shoulder. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not,” he said, and brushed his lips over that sweet nipple again. “I love each and every one of your responses, sweetheart. They’re f*cking incredible.”

She pressed closer to him, and he took the hint, pulling her nipple into his mouth, his arm locked around her back to hold her in place. His other hand went to his cock, and he began to slowly stroke it, hoping she wouldn’t notice that he was working himself under the water.

But Marjorie was past noticing much of anything beyond herself. She moaned loudly, and her hands went to his hair, holding his head to her breast.

And f*ck, that was sexy. He began to work his cock even as he dragged his tongue up and down her nipple, figuring out what she liked. He used teeth, he licked hard, he licked soft, trying to see what would elicit the best responses from her. And all the while she moaned and clung to him like she’d never felt anything like what he was doing to her before.

Hell, she probably hadn’t. And that just made him harder. He gave his cock a vicious stroke and immediately came, spurting into the rolling water. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice.

“Your tongue,” she moaned. “Oh gosh, Rob, that feels incredible.”

“I’d lick you all over if you’d let me,” he told her in a husky voice, switching to her other breast. The ache in his cock had been released, and now he was free to concentrate on her as she deserved. “From your head to your toes. And I’d probably lick your * for hours, just to see how you’d react when you got all sensitive and needy.”


She shuddered against him, her little nipple tight against his lips as he spoke. “I . . . I . . .”

“What, sweetheart?” He tongued her nipple, gazing up at her lovely face.