The Billionaire's Challenge - Final Google

She looked up at him, not sure what he might be wrong about.

“Those cotton panties…they’re pretty hot,” he shook his head even as he traced the simple elastic around her waist, before moving down to skim along her thigh. “I might like this.” Then he shook his head again. “No, they have to come off.” A moment later, they flew through the air over his shoulder. “One of these days, you’re going to do a fashion show for me. I want to do a case study on the sexiness of the pieces Grace convinced you to buy and these cotton things.” A moment later, he kissed the space just below her belly button. “Until then, I’ll just have to enjoy every moment of the viewing and unveiling.

Selena couldn’t help it. The laughter just burst out of her. When she’d first met Reid, she never in a hundred years would have used the term “silly” to describe him. But he put a lot of humor into everything he did, and this undressing process was simply one more example of that.

“You’re…” she started to say something, but his fingers were tracing up the outside of her leg, then back again, this time on the inside. She gasped, arching her back as he came closer and closer to that heat between her legs. She was amazed by how wet she was and the man had barely even touched her.

“You’re beautiful,” he growled, his fingers moving along her thighs as she pressed them more tightly together. “Will you let me see all of you?” he asked.

She swallowed hard, her excitement warring with her nerves. “Why am I the only one naked?” she demanded.

He stood up and stripped, not bothering to put on a show. A moment later, he was completely naked. Gloriously naked. The man was built! Her breath caught as she came to her knees, her fingers itching to explore. “You’re amazing,” she sighed, caressing his chest, tracing the indentations where one muscle met another. There were so many ridges, so many bulges, and not an ounce of fat anywhere.

She was vaguely aware of his hands in her hair, but she was engrossed in her own exploration. Her fingers traveled higher, discovering that his pectoral muscles twitched as she explored them. Toying with his nipples, buried beneath a thatch of hair, made his fingers tightened against her scalp. It was the best reaction she’d gotten so she ran her finger over that spot again and again, just as he’d done to her earlier. His reaction was the same, a groan and a sharp intake of breath. Leaning forward, she let her tongue explore that nipple and his reaction was more intense.

A moment later, the slow exploration was finished. She found herself flat on her back, her hands held firmly over her head as he latched onto her nipple, his tongue lashing the sensitive peak before nibbling ever so gently. She pulled her wrists from his grip, grabbing his hair to pull his head away, but his deep chuckle gave her fair warning that he wasn’t going to allow it. Sure enough, he reclaimed her wrists, pinning them more securely above her head and continued to torture her nipple. When she begged him to stop, he only moved over to the other. Selena was practically sobbing by the time he moved down her stomach, her body arching into his mouth now.

Thankfully, he had to release her hands and she grabbed his shoulders, unware of how her legs had spread wide, making room for his hips. She realized their body positions when he moved even lower, his breath tickling the inside of her thighs.

A moment before she could protest, his thumb rubbed along her pink folds, spreading her wide. “You can’t even imagine how hot you are, Selena,” he told her. That was her only warning before his tongue began exploring her delicate flesh. His focus on that sensitive spot made her scream his name.

It had been so long since she’d been touched, and no man had ever done that to her, so when his mouth closed over her once more, one finger sliding slowly into her heat, her body splintered apart, throbbing with the beauty of her climax as waves of pleasure burst over her.

Slowly, he relaxed the pressure and pulled back, but only so that he could grab a condom from the bedside table. A moment later, he was back, looking down at her. She lifted her legs, feeling soft and fuzzy. “That was wonderful,” she felt the blush stain her cheeks.