The Billionaire (The Dalton Brothers 2)

With our fingers still gripped, I rose from my seat and followed him through the casino, his hand moving to my lower back as we approached the bank of elevators.

“Jesus,” he growled in my ear. “Your fucking ass …” His fingers lowered, teasing the top of it. “I knew it would be perfect, but goddamn it, not this perfect.”

There were so many things I could say, so many ways I could derail this, but our connection was too strong.

I felt that in my bones.

I gave him silence, and he gave me breath, exhales hitting my neck, like foreplay.

But the moment we were inside the elevator with the door closed, one of the top floor buttons selected, he was moving me toward the back wall. A huff of air came out of my mouth when the metal bar pressed against my spine.

His hands surrounded my face. “So fucking gorgeous.”

His eyes were piercing mine.

He had the ability to make me feel like he was taking all of me in even though our stares were locked.

I couldn’t breathe.

Especially when he slowly closed the space between us. “Jo …” His eyes turned even more feral. “I can’t wait a second longer.”

His lips fell against mine.

Claiming me.

Owning me.

I tasted the beer and the desire on his tongue, a hunger every time it entered my mouth.

A satisfaction the second it pulled back.

A wanting the moment it was gone.

With his hands on my waist, holding me against him, there wasn’t even air between us.

When the door opened, he lifted me into his arms, carrying me down the hallway. Once we were inside his suite, he began tearing off my clothes before he even put me on my feet. The sweatshirt I’d thrown on in a hurry was tossed to the floor, my bra not far behind, and the jean shorts slipped down my legs, followed by my thong.

Now that I was standing, I did the same to him, pulling, tugging until there was only skin left.

God, I was right. His body was as perfect as I’d thought. Ripples of muscle across his chest, down his shoulders, causing both biceps and triceps to bulge. A sexy, thin line of hair ran down the center of his abs, each one etched into his stomach, deep enough that my fingers could get lost.

The hair continued to his cock.

My eyes bulged as I stared at his long, thick shaft, the crown widening and then narrowing toward the tip.

Unlike the boys from my past, Jenner was a man.

And that could be seen from every inch of his body.

He took a few steps back, and that was when I realized we were in the living room of his suite, standing completely naked, his eyes devouring me.

“Goddamn it.” He shook his head, his lips pulling into the most provocative grin. “I’m the luckiest motherfucker in the world.” His gaze crawled up and down me. “You’re breathtaking.”

His hands circled around my back and began to bend me, leaning me away from him so he could kiss down my throat. His mouth lowered to the tops of my breasts and then the center of my stomach.

“Your taste …” He gave me a sample of his tongue work, swiping it across my belly button. “It’s fucking lethal.”

As tempting as it was, I didn’t ask for more detail.

Because I knew.

And because I felt the same way about him.

Once his lips rose to mine, I put my finger on his lips and said, “Your turn. Where do you want my mouth?” I traced his upper and lower lips. “Here?” That same finger ran down his chest. “Here?” I continued until my hand hovered above his dick. “Or here?” I sucked in a mouthful of air and cupped his tip, my pussy throbbing as I imagined what it was going to feel like when he was inside of me.

Penetrating me.

Fucking me so hard that all I could do was scream.

“Mmm, Jo.”

That sound, my God, it was erotic.

“I want all three.” His hands tightened, holding my face steady. “And I don’t want you to rush.”