A Billionaire for Christmas (All I want for Christmas is... 3)

“Yes,” he hissed, lowering his head until his breath was hot against the side of her neck. “God, you’re Murph’s little sister.”

“I’m also a grown-ass woman who’d very much like you to fuck her now.” Aileen whispered the words into his ear, then teased his lobe with her tongue for good measure. When he shuddered against her, her feminine instincts screamed she had him. “Please, Heath.”

He shifted his big body slightly, pressing himself more firmly against her and letting her feel the full impact of her effect on him. At last she had her answer. She’d bet good money he went commando under those sweatpants, given that she could feel every inch of his big, hard cock pulsing hot on her thigh like he was naked against her. The thought only made her want him more, only made her wetter. He nuzzled her throat and licked her skin, softly at first, then with more vigor, using his tongue and lips and teeth to drive her nearly insane.

“Please what?” he whispered before nipping the delicate skin above her collarbone.

“Please fuck me.” For all her formality outside the sack, she’d always loved dirty talk in bed. “I want you inside me.”

Heath groaned low at her words, this time rocking his body into her, brushing his cock over the juncture of her thighs and making her shiver with need. “Are you sure? We do this, we can’t take it back. Things could get complicated…” He rocked again, making her gasp. “…messy.”

His hold on her wrists lessened and she broke free, shoving her hands through his soft blond hair and pulling his mouth to hers as she said, “What’s wrong with messy? I love messy.”

With a muttered curse, he gave up the fight and took her lips with his in a brutal, almost punishing kiss—whether he was angry with her or himself or both, she didn’t know. All Aileen cared about at that moment was tasting and touching and learning every inch of his glorious body.

Heath must’ve felt the same because he tore his mouth from hers and sat up to yank off her sports bra before pressing her down to the mat once more, his naked chest to hers as they both reveled in the delicious friction. He kissed her again, more gently this time, exploring her mouth and lips and tongue with his before trailing kisses over her cheeks to her ear then down her throat, making his way to her breasts. There, he took one taut peak into his mouth while lavishing attention on the other with his long, talented fingers.

Aileen was in heaven. Truth was, it had been so long since she’d been with a man, and she’d wanted Heath since that first day in Central Park when he’d swept in like some avenging knight to save her even though she was perfectly capable of saving herself. As he swirled his tongue around her nipple then pulled away slightly to blow cool air over it, she inhaled sharply and arched against him again, gripping his hair in her hands, not wanting the exquisite torture to stop. As if sensing her dilemma, Heath lifted his head and chuckled, low and seductive. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll give you exactly what you want. In good time.”

He switched breasts, worshipping the other as well before kissing a heated trail lower down her stomach to the waistband of her yoga pants. Once there he stopped and gazed up at her, his passionate expression laced with seriousness. “Last chance. Are you sure?”

In response, she raked her nails over his scalp and bucked beneath him, dying to get some attention on her swollen clit. “Yes, I’m sure. Now get my pants off before I box your ears again.”

Heath laughed and tugged off her yoga pants and undies in one swift move, leaving her both relieved and a tad shy all of a sudden. After all, he was staring down at her body like a pirate ogled a treasure chest of loot—greedy and lustful. Then he lowered his head and traced his tongue over her slick folds and Aileen’s busy mind halted. All that mattered was his mouth, this moment, the way he worked her body with his lips and tongue and fingers, drawing every last ounce of sensation from her until she couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, could only feel and cry out with desire.

While he sucked her clit, he thrust first one, then two, fingers inside her, preparing her for him. She writhed beneath him, so close to the edge that it would take only a few more strokes to push her into oblivion.

“God, yes. Please, I’m so close. I’m…” she panted, holding him close to her.

“That’s it, darling,” he urged, working her good, making her feel better than any man ever had, bringing her the release she desperately needed. “Let go for me.”

“Yes!” Aileen cried out and bucked, her inner walls convulsing around his fingers as she came hard. Wave after glorious wave of sensation washed over her and time seemed to slow as she rode out her orgasm, Heath continuing to nuzzle her through it with his lips and tongue until she finally relaxed against the mat.

Slowly, he kissed his way up her body to her lips then kissed her deeply, gifting her with the spicy taste of her own arousal. She felt boneless, weightless, and still yearned to feel him inside her. She reached down and stroked him through his sweatpants.

“Please. I want to feel you inside me.” She rained kisses on his face. “Please.”

He sat up and reached into a drawer behind him and pulled out a condom. “Oh, you’ll get me all right, darling.”

She watched as he took off his pants then slicked on the condom, mesmerized by the sight of his beautiful, hard cock with a glistening drop of liquid at the tip. Aileen bit her lip, wishing she’d had time to taste him too, but there was no time for that now. They were both too close to the precipice for that. Later. She’d definitely take him in her mouth later and make him scream her name as she brought him off with her lips and tongue. Now, she wanted all those inches inside her.

Heath stretched out over her again and she spread her thighs, hooking legs around his waist so her heels rested on the tops of his tight buttocks. “Ready?” he asked.

“Always, for you.” The tip of his cock brushed against her slick folds and she pressed against him, needing him. “Do it. Fuck me, Heath. Fuck me hard.”

With a growl, he thrust into her hilt-deep, then held still, allowing her time to adjust. Nipping her earlobe, he growled. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you, darling. With that nasty mouth, I might have to spank you.”

Aileen had never been into the rough stuff before, but with Heath it held a definite appeal. “Whatever you want, just give me your cock. I need it. Now!”

Bucking against him, she pulled his mouth to hers for a deep, hot, open-mouthed kiss. He didn’t disappoint, thrusting inside her and hitting all the right spots. When he reached between them to stroke her clit as well, Aileen nearly climaxed right on the spot. It was that good. But she held off, not wanting it to be over between them. Soon though, his thrusts grew harder, faster, deeper and she couldn’t resist anymore. “Oh, God. I’m going to come again. I’m going to…”

Heath circled her clit with his thumb, now applying a bit more pressure and… boom! Stars exploded behind her eyes as she orgasmed hard for the second time, her nails digging into his shoulders and her head falling back as her eyes clamped shut. While she rode out her climax, he drove hard into her a few more times, his movements becoming more erratic until Heath too came hard inside her, his body tense against her, his beautiful moans filling her ears.

They stayed locked together until they both collapsed back onto the mat, exhausted and sated and chilled from the sweat of their bodies in the cool night air. Heath rolled to his side then cuddled Aileen against him, her head on his chest, resting right over his heart.

“That was a mistake,” he said, his voice rumbling beneath her ear. “But damn if I can bring myself to regret it right about now.”

Aileen smiled against his skin, too tired to even speak. As she drifted off to sleep, along with Heath, his words continued to loop through her head.