The Billionaire and the Virgin (Billionaires and Bridesmaids #1)(55)

She moaned and rubbed against him, her eyes closing. “Oh, oh, Rob. That feels so good. How is it you know exactly where to touch me?”

The answer was practice, of course. He’d f*cked dozens of girls. But it seemed wrong to bring that up now, when he was in bed with the only woman he wanted. So he leaned in and nuzzled her neck even as he rubbed his thumb against that perfect spot. “Because your face is so expressive, sweetheart. I can tell exactly what touches you like and what touches you don’t.”

“I think I like all your touches,” she said in a shy voice.

“Then I’ll give you all of them,” he told her, and didn’t even care that it was a f*cking corny-ass line. That was how he felt, damn it. For Marjorie, he’d do anything. He pressed his thumb against that little dip in her panties, and felt it growing wet under his touch. “So . . . are we hitting all the bases tonight?”

She gave him a shy smile and nodded.

“In that case, maybe we should hit up each one as we go, to make sure we cover everything.” He reluctantly pulled his hand out from under her skirt. “Tell me what first base is, again?”

“Kissing,” she told him, her eyes bright with anticipation. Fuck, she was pretty. Her hair was tousled around her head, loose waves brushing against her neck. She’d tanned a bit this week, which meant her nose was even more freckled, her blue eyes brighter in her face. She was utterly lovely. As he gazed down at her, she licked her lips. “I think we’ve already covered kissing, though.”

“We’d better make sure we’ve tackled it at every angle, though,” he told her, and leaned in and kissed her mouth. She kissed him back, eager and hungry for his caress. She made a soft little noise of protest when he pulled away from her lips, but he bent down again and kissed her nose, her cheek, her forehead, her jaw, every bit of skin he could touch as she lay back and gazed at him with an adoring look in her eyes. Then, he cupped the back of her head, tangling his hand in her hair, and moved to her ear. She had the most adorable earlobes, really. For a girl with long legs, long fingers, and long feet, she had the most charming, dainty ears. They were tiny little shells that lay perfectly against her skull, and he ran a finger along the curve of one. “I think I’ve never seen a more perfect ear.”

She giggled, squirming under his touch. “I don’t think anyone has ever complimented me on my ears before.”

“Probably because they’re too blown away by those gorgeous legs of yours.” He leaned in and kissed her earlobe, then gently ran his tongue along the shell of her ear. She sucked in a breath and shivered under him, and her fingers seemed to clutch at him a little harder. His Marjorie liked that, did she? Encouraged, Rob continued to trace her ear with his tongue, then settled at her earlobe, licking and sucking at the soft skin.

A little moan escaped Marjorie.

“How does that feel?” he asked her, voice husky. His own arousal was threatening to take over him, but he’d ignore it, because this had to be f*cking perfect for her. Last night, he’d come first. Tonight, she was going to, and she was going to come often.

He’d make f*cking sure of that.

“I feel . . . good,” she breathed. “Fluttery.” She shifted on the bed a little. “Wet between my thighs.”

Ah, damn. The sound of that was like music to his ears. “I’ll get to your thighs soon, sweetheart. Tell them to be patient.”

She chuckled, and it broke off into a gasp as he began to kiss his way down her neck.

“First,” he told her, “we have to finish with first base. And I’m not done with the kissing.”

“N-no?” she asked tremulously. Her hands went to his hair and she dragged her nails against his scalp, which felt f*cking fantastic.

“Nope. There’s still parts of you that I haven’t kissed.”

“Oh. I don’t know that first base means that you kiss everything.” She sounded so very serious.

“Are you sure? Is there a manual?”

She laughed. “I’m pretty sure there’s not a manual.”

He kissed across her delicate collarbones over to the other side of her neck. “Then how do you know? Best to just cover everything to make sure, don’t you think?”

“All right,” she agreed softly, and gave a little sigh, arching her neck so he could access it more easily. “I’m game.”

And that aroused him like he couldn’t f*cking believe. He groaned and resisted the urge to rub his dick against her like a rutting beast. His mouth sucked on her skin where her shoulder met her throat, and he was pleased in a possessive sort of way to see the mark he left there. Marjorie would be covered with hickeys if it was up to him, but he didn’t want to embarrass her. So he went on, brushing the strap of her dress aside as he continued to kiss her skin. He pushed the fabric down her arm, but it revealed a bra underneath. “I think this needs to come off if we’re to continue with first base.”


“Is that so?” She sounded so breathless. So sweet. So incredibly f*cking eager.

“Yep. I think if we’re going to do this right, we need to make sure we cover every inch.” He tugged her by the hand until she was sitting up, and helped her pull her dress over her head.

Then, she was just in her bra and panties, and gazing up at him, so trustingly. He couldn’t help leaning in and kissing her again, even as she slid a hand behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra. It fell forward and she shrugged it off her shoulders, and then she was topless, in nothing but a pair of tiny cotton panties that would be coming off soon as well.