Going in Deep (Billionaire Bad Boys 4)

“You do feel. You want me. That’s what matters. Not the past. We’re getting to know each other again and everything is new.”

“You aren’t… disappointed that I’m not jumping you where we stand?” she asked.

He cupped her face in his hand. “We’re both different people, baby.”

“Not kitten?” She didn’t know whether to be sad or not that he’d let the nickname go.

“Starting fresh, remember?”

It was her turn to smile. “I do.”

He swept her hair off one shoulder, bent down and kissed her jaw, licked his way upward, until he nibbled her ear, causing ripples of awareness to shoot through her veins. He worked his way back toward her mouth with soft, gentle kisses that felt like butterflies’ wings against her skin. Arousal hummed low in her belly, and every whisper of his mouth, each lick of his tongue helped her insecurities and worry to flee under his attentiveness.

She pulled his shirt out from the waistband of his pants and slid her hands onto his bare skin, reveling in the feel of his warm flesh against hers. He shivered beneath her touch, building her courage along with her desire.

And when he lifted the hem of her dress, skimming his roughened palms over her thighs, she was ready for that step. He raised her dress and pulled it up and over her head, leaving her clad in a light blue lace bra and matching panties.

He let out a low whistle. “You take my breath away.”

She felt his lust and approval everywhere and reached for his shirt, removing it and baring his muscular chest. She leaned forward and brushed her lips over his hair-roughened skin, inhaling his masculine scent, letting it settle inside her and wrap her in desire.

He sucked in a shallow breath and tugged her panties down her legs. She kicked them off and her bra came next. A flick of his wrist and she was removing the garment and adding it to the pile on the floor.

He turned her so her back was against the floor-to-ceiling window, easing her against the cool glass. The rush of cold against her skin was in stark contrast to the heat of desire flushing her from the inside out.

“Don’t move.”

She eagerly waited while he stripped off what remained of his clothing, his dark jeans and boxer briefs ending up on the floor. She took in his lean, muscular body, her gaze traveling from the chest she’d kissed down to the thick, solid erection.

He grasped her arms and placed them above her head, holding both in one strong hand. Her heart pounded hard in her chest, anticipation welling as she realized he wouldn’t be taking her to the bed but taking her right here.

She drew her tongue over her lips. “I like your version of starting fresh.” Her breasts ached, and her sex felt both full and empty at the same time, but her need wasn’t just for physical fulfillment. She needed him.

“I missed you.” He cupped a hand against her hip, then ran his palm up her side, following her curves, ending at the slope of her breast, his thumb stroking the full flesh of one globe, inching closer to her nipple.

She trembled with desire. Instinct had her reaching for him, her fingers itching to curl in his hair, but he held on tight to her wrists, keeping her in place.

“This is about you. Your pleasure. Your desire.” He rubbed his finger back and forth across one nipple.

Shockwaves of need darted between her thighs. Dampness moistened her sex, and she arched her hips forward, a shameless plea for more. For his touch, his fingers, his cock… she’d take them all.

Dipping his head, he remained focused on her breasts. He released her arms and pushed them together, suckling on her nipples, first one, then the other, then back again. Alternating between light nips of his teeth and soothing strokes of his tongue. Her hips began to gyrate, to move in circles, desperate for the hard pressure of his cock against her sex, anything to relieve the ache he created.

He knew. He reacted, sliding his hand over her stomach, his fingers smoothly moving down her sex, to her slick lips, but he avoided her clit, the place where she needed his touch the most.

“You’re teasing me,” she said, frustrated.

“No, I’m pleasuring you.” He swiped his tongue over her nipple once more, at the same time sliding a finger deep inside her. Her core contracted around him, and he added one more.

A small whimper released from the back of her throat. As he pumped his fingers in and out, sensual waves of desire built higher, and when he pressed hard on her clit, she shattered, coming apart in his talented hands. She was shocked at how quickly she’d reacted, how long the orgasm went on, and he maintained contact with her throughout, drawing out the sensual pleasure he gave.

As she came back to herself, he held her upright, nuzzling her neck, patiently caring for her until she was on solid ground.

“Condom,” he said, taking a step back and disappearing into the other room before returning quickly, packet in hand.

She was still catching her breath from her first orgasm when he returned and rolled the condom onto his thick shaft. He braced her face between his hands and kissed her hard, letting her know without a doubt how much he wanted her. Her body responded, desire beginning another slow, simmering build inside her.

He broke the kiss and her lips felt used and swollen.