The Billionaire and the Virgin (Billionaires and Bridesmaids #1)(45)
Ah. His nakedness might be a problem. He broke the kiss with one last flick of his tongue and then asked, “Would you feel better if I dressed?”
She licked her lips, blinking, and then shook her head. “I’m okay.”
“You’re nervous.” The backs of his fingers brushed between her breasts, and he felt her heart thudding. “Would you feel more comfortable if I let you explore me?”
Her eyes widened and she shook her head. “I think that would make me even more nervous.”
He chuckled. “Fair enough.” He took her hand in his, and then kissed the back of it. “Then just look at this as an exploration of pleasure, all right? The only goal here is to do what feels good, and nothing is off the table. Understand? If you change your mind about touching me—or about any of this—all you have to do is say the word and we’ll stop.”
She nodded and gave him another one of her shy smiles.
God. He absolutely could not f*ck this up. He kissed her hand again, then turned it over and kissed each of her fingertips, nipping at them. By the time he’d gotten to her thumb, the look in her eyes was full of arousal once more.
He let go of her hand and moved to the first button on her pajama top. “Can I see your breasts again, sweetheart?”
She nodded, and her hands went to the buttons, undoing them one by one. Seconds ticked by as he watched her move down the shirt, pushing the buttons through the holes with shaking fingers. She wouldn’t look at him—more nervousness, he knew. When she’d finished with the last button, he took the lead again, brushing the fabric aside and revealing her small, high breasts.
“God damn, you’re a dream to look at, Marjorie.”
She sat a little straighter at that, her breasts thrusting out as she did. Then, she eased the top off of her shoulders and tossed it to the floor.
Her lungs heaved with anxious breaths, and her breasts moved with them. He couldn’t resist the temptation to reach out and touch her breasts again, and so he did, caressing one peak and then curling his fingers around the weight of it. “So beautiful and soft. I f*cking love your little tits. I love how they fit perfectly in my hand, and how those little nipples are just begging to be in my mouth.” His thumb traced one, and he was pleased when it hardened against his touch.
Marjorie moaned, and this time she reached for him and her hands stayed put. “Touch me, Rob. Please. I’m not scared.”
“I know you’re not, sweetheart. It takes f*cking balls of steel to come here and approach me,” he said, lightly kissing at her smooth jaw. “And I love that you did. Makes my dick hard as a rock.” He pulled her in for another deep tongue kiss, and as she melted against him, he leaned back on the bed until they were lying down, side by side, mouths locked.
Rob rolled over on top of her, his knees separating hers.
Her eyes widened at the press of his cock against her *. The material of her pajama pants separated their skin, but he could feel the heat of her even through the material. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he soothed her. “Your pants can stay on. I promise.”
She relaxed a little at that, just gazing up at him with that soft, almost adoring expression on her face that made him feel like a goddamn king. “Thank you.”
He laughed. “Don’t f*cking thank me. It’s your body. You call the shots, not me. It’s my job to make you feel good.”
Her hand smoothed up his chest, rested over his heart. “Then I make you feel good?”
“Marjorie,” he said in a low voice. He pressed his hips against her again, pushing the length of his erect cock against her sex. “Did you not notice my hard on? I already feel good. Making you feel good will make me come harder than you could possibly imagine.”
That pretty flush was staining her cheeks again. “What if I wanted to touch you?”
“Then I would let you touch to your heart’s content. But don’t do it because you feel like you owe me. You don’t owe me jack shit. Understand?”
She nodded, a faint smile curving her mouth. “Understood.”
“Good.” He bent over her breasts, admiring their curves, and then traced the tip of his tongue against one areola. “I love that you came here tonight, though I admit I was a little surprised.” He sucked lightly on one tip, liking the way her stomach moved under him as she shuddered. “But I’m guessing that you enjoyed our time in the water, hmm?”
She made a murmur of assent, and her fingers went to his hair, toying with a few strands before she placed her hands on his shoulders.
“My guess is that you were aroused when you got back to your room, and you started to masturbate.” Her sucked-in breath told him he wasn’t far off the mark. “But your hands didn’t feel as good as my mouth, and that’s why you came to me. Is that right?”
She was silent.
Rob looked up, and the look of stark embarrassment on her face made him kiss the tip of one nipple. “I’m right,” he told her. “And I find that f*cking amazingly hot, Marjorie. The thought of you trying to get off after we parted? I love that thought. I love that you were that turned on.” He tongued one nipple again. “You know I did too, right?”
“You—you did? Really?”
“I do every night after we part,” he told her, pinching the tip of one nipple with his hand and admiring the gooseflesh that broke out on her skin. “Being with you turns me on so goddamn much that I have to take myself in hand after you leave. My cock’s always aching at the thought of you.” He lifted his head and gazed up at her. “Want to feel how hard you make me?”