An Accidental Date with a Billionaire
He shrugged. “But if I did? Why would that be so horrible?”
He wasn’t saying he wanted that or anything, but why?
“Because I can’t.” She bit her lip. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”
He blinked. “I don’t under—”
“What I’m trying to say is that being with you is special to me. When this is all said and done and our date is over, I’d like to remain friends, because I don’t want to lose you, Taylor.”
What did she mean when she said she wouldn’t do that to him? He opened his mouth to ask, but then her mouth was on his and she was undoing his shirt. There weren’t supposed to be any long-term feelings, but damn it, he wanted more. She needed to be his, and he wouldn’t accept anything less.
She dropped to her knees, and his heart choked him as she undid his pants. Usually he was the one to drive his lovers insane with his mouth, his tongue, his touch. “Sam—”
“Shh.” His pants hit the floor. “Let me do this. I want to do it.”
Red lips moved closer to his cock, and his fingers buried themselves in her soft hair. She spun her tongue in circles as she sucked, locking his gaze on her as his lids lowered in pleasure. This blowjob was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. Every stroke of her tongue, every caress of her fingertips across his bare skin, took part of him away that he’d never given to anyone else, and probably never would again. Sam took him…and gave him nothing in return.
He wasn’t so sure he liked that…
But he sure as hell liked her mouth on him.
Moaning, she moved closer, cupping his shaft as she moved her mouth over him, d
riving him to ecstasy. When she deepened the strokes, sucking harder, he stiffened, his entire body straining toward release. His balls pulled tight, his stomach clenched, and her mouth worked some kind of magic on him—the kind he hadn’t really believed existed until her.
“Sam, I’m—”
She nodded, sucking harder, and pushed closer to him, refusing to budge.
He groaned, the sight of her on her knees fucking him with her mouth killing any tiny hold he had on himself. With a thrust of his hips, he came, seeing stars.
That’s right. Motherfucking stars.
She sat back, swiping her hand over her lips.
“Jesus,” he growled.
“Nope, just me,” she said, repeating his phrase from their first date. She stood, wobbling on her feet a little. “I like—agh.”
He flattened her on the couch, crawling on top of her, effectively cutting her off with a kiss. After tasting himself on her tongue, he pulled back, locking eyes with her. “I’ve given you so much of me, shit I’ve never given anyone else, so I’m breaking my word. I’m demanding more of you than you’re willing to give. I want you—no, I need you to be mine.” His hand slid between her legs, touching her core. “If you can’t give that to me, if I can’t call you mine even for a short time, I don’t want to do this anymore.”
She sucked in a breath. “Taylor…”
“I’m serious. I want to be your boyfriend.”
Her increased breathing rate was the only sign of life she gave. She remained perfectly still otherwise.
“Let’s give this thing a name. Let’s call it what it is: a fucking relationship. And no matter how short or long it is, you’re mine, and I’m yours, and when we introduce each other to other people, that’s what we say, instead of avoiding it since we don’t know what to call each other without insulting each other.”
She choked on a laugh. “You were confused today, too?”
“Yes, why do you think I didn’t introduce you to Julie?”
She stopped laughing. “Because you didn’t want to.”
“I want to shout it from the rooftops—tell everyone you’re mine. Let me, even if only for a little while.”
She fell silent, debating her answer. He could see the wheels turning in her head. Whatever it was that held her back from him, clearly it was huge.