Page 43 of Her Forever Billionaire

Her lips parted as she struggled to keep breathing regularly, desperate for oxygen.

‘And you know what, Kelsi? I like freckles. I want to join all the dots with my tongue.’

Goose bumps burst as she shivered—would he warm those, too? Her nipples pressed harder against her dress. She wished it were off. She wished she could blink their clothes away and she could be in his arms and believing it all.

‘I’ll skim my fingers over your skin—lightly, so I can feel the silkiness. But part of me wants to grab at the same time. Clutch you closer to grind hard and quick. Somehow I have to keep it slow.’

His voice was low, rough, honest. Obliterating every last little brick of her defence. She closed her eyes again—to listen all the better, to feel it.

‘So I’ll kiss you all over, too. Suck on the sweet bits you like to keep hidden.’

Those bits tensed, merely the thought teasing them—making the rest of her yearn for the reality.

‘But I want inside so bad. Hot, tight honey.’

She was burning up now—her body clenching on just his promise.

‘Even more I want to see you, hear you, feel you convulsing under me. Around me.’ Almost sounding angry now, he whispered hot and fast, the words tearing free from him. ‘I want you to scream and cry and laugh. I want to thrust so deep inside you break apart. I want it to be me who makes you like that. Me who frees you. Me. Only me.’

Blood pulsed. Thundering in her lips. In her sex.

His mouth was right beside her ear as he roughly demanded, ‘Do you understand now how much I want you?’

‘Jack...’ She couldn’t stop trembling.

‘Do you understand I’m going to do it all right now?’

Her eyes shot open as she jerked involuntarily. Looked into his huge, dark eyes, blazing with the desire he’d so devastatingly detailed.

‘Please.’ Her voice broke, and she pressed her fingers hard into her palms. She needed the release so badly. She needed him so badly.

She longed to believe him. To feel him. To know for sure. ‘Jack.’

His gaze burned into her eyes for a second—an age—longer. And then he looked at her mouth. Her thirsty, desperate mouth.

She drank him in—the hint of sweat on him, seeing the way he, too, was struggling to control his every breath. His every move.

It was so slow. So deliberate. The lean that brought his face close to hers once more.

‘Kelsi...’

As he breathed her name their mouths finally met. She moaned, her body curled, muscles crunching as a mini-orgasm stunned her.

With a groan he swiftly moved to support her, his hands strong and firm in their hold.

‘Oh,’ she nearly cried as she fell against him. ‘I feel really hot, Jack.’

He licked her lips as he’d promised. ‘I know you do.’

She licked, too, twirling her tongue round his. It had been too long. Was too slow now.

His hand swept through her hair, tilting her face so he could kiss every inch—down her jaw, her throat, to her collarbones. He groaned again and involuntarily pushed forward, bumping harder against her. Oh, how she wanted to feel him all the way inside her.

‘Slow,’ he ground out.

‘No.’ She kissed him—a long, long kiss where she offered and gave but most of all took. Took everything he offered—everything he had.

He wrenched his mouth from hers, their hot, quick breaths gusted between them in the split second before he shoved her straps down, the dress ripping as he yanked it from her body.

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