The Billionaire Book Club

Slow but tenuous.

He needs to be inside me just as badly as I need him to be, and both of us are dragging against time as we fight to make it last as long as possible.

God, I want him. Need him. Right fucking now.

“Cap,” I whimper, and the intensity, the desire, resting inside his eyes urges shivers up my spine. “Now. Please.”

He pulls a condom from the pocket of his discarded pants, shoves his boxer briefs to the ground, and rolls it on smoothly.

His body is the stuff of dreams. I’m talking defined abs, chiseled chest, smooth skin, big motherfreaking cock—holy hell, I’m ruined.

I’ll never see anything as perfect as a naked Caplin Hawkins for the rest of my life, I’m absolutely sure of it.

I start to shake a little—partially from the cool fall air, and partially from emotions.

I’ve never felt so simultaneously comfortable and anxious.

Cap crawls back between my legs and pulls the blanket over his back to cover both of us. He settled his hands on the sides of my face, and he looks into my eyes. “Cold?” he asks on a whisper.

I nod just as he finds me with the tip of his cock and starts to slip inside.

My neck cranes and my heart jolts and a little moan escapes my lips.

Dear God.

Inch by inch, he joins our bodies together and melds every part of his skin to mine. I can taste the mint of his breath and smell the freshness of his body wash. Every cell of him feels like a part of me, and I have to close my eyes against the power of it all.

His hand moves deeper into my hair where he tugs, just a little.

“Look at me, Ruby.”

I force my eyes to open, their weight unparalleled in all my years on the planet and look into the smooth silk of his light-brown beauties.

“Good, right?”

I lift the corners of my mouth into a small smile and nod, and he returns the gesture.

He’s the cockiest son of a bitch I’ve ever met.

But tonight—tonight, he’s earned it.

He pushes himself deeper, and the growing ache between my legs makes my back arch and my knees shake. “Stay right here,” he whispers against my mouth, and his eyes never let go of their hold on mine. “I want to see you catch fire.”

Jesus. This man. What is he doing to me?

All I can do is moan in response.

“I need to see the way your beautiful eyes change when you come.”

Lost in him, lost in the way he’s making me feel, lost in our connection, lost in us, I find it doesn’t take long before I’m doing just that.

With our gazes locked, I come. Hard. Together with him.

And through our eyes, his heart and mine stare back at each other.

Cap

We’re in my bed, it’s a little after midnight, and Ruby’s head rests on my chest, her fingers creating a lazy path on my bare skin.

Not too long ago, I was inside her. On my boat.

And now, I know her moans, and I know the way her big, innocent eyes look when she comes.

I know what she feels like and tastes like, and I’ve seen the way her greediness can morph into needy impatience. And I know how goddamn beautiful she looks when she lets go and lives in the moment.

I let my gaze trail down her naked body, taking in her perfect curves and the way the light of the moon coming in from the large window bounces off her silky-smooth skin.

Goddamn. This woman. I’ve spent my life searching for beautiful things—homes, cities, the opposite sex. But I’m certain I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than Ruby Rockford.

I move my fingers to the soft skin of her back.

At first, I let them linger, just a whisper of a touch from her shoulder blades, down her spine, to the delicate spot where her lower back meets the curve of her delectable ass.

But, eventually, my fingers turn insatiable and I can’t stop myself from gripping the pliant flesh in my big hand.

Fuck. These curves. They could make a man lose brain cells.

My cock twitches against her hip, and she fucking giggles. Uninhibited, unchecked—Ruby is as open and playful as I’ve ever seen her.

“What’s happening down there?” she asks and peeks up at me from beneath her lashes. Her eyes are bright with amusement and when I spot the little teasing crinkle in her nose, my heart does this weird stutter thing where it seemingly forgets how to beat.

Ruby is a conundrum of a woman. Confident and secure in herself and sassy as hell.

She doesn’t play games and she doesn’t fall for bullshit and she can be tough as fucking nails.

But, right now, she’s relaxed and soft inside my arms, and it only makes me want her more. Want her again.

I don’t answer her question with words, instead, I show her what’s happening by gently lifting her up and sitting her on my lap. Her legs straddle my thighs and her sweet as fuck pussy rests against my now hard cock.