Lauren (Silicon Valley Billionaires 1)

I wanted to ask him why he thought that, what about me, exactly, he found so beautiful. But I decided, for the first time in my life, to keep my mouth shut. I was just going to experience this. I could, and most definitely would, analyze the hell out of it later when I was alone.

But at the moment, I couldn’t even analyze. I could only feel. My body lit up under Gabe’s touch. He tore off his shirt, and I could finally run my hands down his smooth skin, marveling at the ripped muscles that sculpted and crisscrossed his body. The contrast of his smooth skin and his hard body drove me wild. He unhooked my bra and shoved it aside. My nipples beaded immediately, pressing against his muscled chest. Oh my God. The sensation of skin against skin made me tremble.

He put his arms on either side of me, and I ran my hands appreciatively down his biceps. I had never seen muscles that big, let alone touched them, and I sucked in a breath as I contemplated their power. While I ogled him, Gabe took one of my nipples in his mouth, licking and sucking it greedily. Pleasure spread through my body, making me cry out as I arched against him, breathing hard.

He moved up and kissed me again—a deep kiss that almost made me feel drunk. Then he cupped my other breast with his large hand, his tongue drawing lazy circles over my nipples, making them tingle exquisitely under his tongue and fingers.

His hot kisses trailed down my body toward my underwear. I started to squirm with more than desire as unwelcome discomfort and embarrassment crept in. He slid my underwear down gently at first, caressing me through the thin material, sending sparks of pleasure through me. Then he pulled them off quickly, as though he couldn’t wait. A pleasured sigh escaping him once I was completely naked.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.”

He put his hands between my legs, fingering the soft folds. I was wet. I was also afraid and embarrassed, but his touch trumped both. He gently rubbed me, moving his hand up toward my clitoris. I held my breath as he gently explored me, his thick fingers rubbing me in small, luxurious circles. His strokes became firmer until I lost all feelings of self-consciousness and just writhed beneath his hand, dizzy, lost in the rhythm of his touch.

Then he put his mouth on me there.

“Gabe,” I cried out, shocked.

He sat up between my legs, looking at me with an expectant smile on his face. “Yes, Lauren?”

“Uh…What…” My voice trailed off. I didn’t know what to say.

He rubbed my clit with his thumb, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. “Let me taste all of you. I’ve wanted that since I first saw you.”

I answered with a moan. The riptide was taking me out, and it felt so good that I no longer gave a flying fuck about anything else.

He put his mouth back on me, right on my clit. He sucked on it gently, then with more urgency as I relaxed against him. I heard myself cry out as he flicked his tongue against me, then his whole mouth covered me as his tongue worked intensely over my most sensitive spot. Ripples of heavy sensation crashed over me. He grabbed my ass and lifted me up, his tongue lapping me and taking charge of my pleasure. He licked my clit again and again until I was almost crying, begging him. I didn’t even know what I was begging him for.

He slid his finger gently inside me, and I bucked against him, wanting more. He put in another, filling me, and finally, something in me let go. He put his mouth back on my clit, sucking me, while his fingers pressed inside me, plunging in and out.

The combination of sensations pushed me over the edge.

“Gabe!” I cried his name as the orgasm hit me, dragging me under and bringing me back up, my body convulsing and shaking underneath him. Wave after wave of pleasure broke over me, my body completely out of my control. I ran my hands over his spiky hair as my body shuddered under his mouth. I couldn’t stop shaking. I couldn’t stop coming—and I finally understood what that word meant, and why it was the perfect word. It was as if I’d finally arrived.

He gave me another luscious, worshipful kiss between my legs, then moved up beside me, cradling my limp body against his. I could feel him, still in his jeans, hard against me. My body felt reborn, but the depth of the orgasm had completely wiped me out.

“Sleep,” he whispered, as the exhaustion that had been threatening me for days finally took over. “And thank you.” He kissed the side of my

face possessively.

I drifted off, safe and content in his arms. “For what?”

He rubbed his face against mine, and I could feel his stubble. “For choosing me.”

I turned to him, an exhausted smile on my face. “I don’t think I had a choice.” I’d been kidding myself about that. There was no way in hell I could have stayed out of his bed, kept denying the fact that I wanted his hands on me.

The twinkle was back in his eyes. “Then thank you for accepting that.”

He kissed me again, and something stirred deep in my belly, in spite of my exhaustion. I ran my hands down his chest to his jeans, which I started to unbutton.

He put my hands above my head and held them there, grinning at me. “You need to rest.” He said it even as his erection pressed against me, throbbing.

“But what about you?” I whispered hotly, even though I wasn’t only thinking about him. That ache was back between my legs, yearning for him.

“I’m good,” he said. “And I told you, I have plans.”

“Are you going to let me in on them?”

His smile turned wicked. “Come back to me soon. I just might.”