Page 34 of Off Limits (Alpha Billionaire)

Her nod was barely perceptible, but it was enough.

I was done talking. The way Jessica hummed and wrapped her arms around my head as I reclaimed her lips told me she was done talking too.

Her leg slid over mine. I ran my hand over the silky undergarment covering her thigh and tugged her close. I rolled her to her back, and her softness cradled me. I eased back and pulled my shirt off. I wanted to feel her hands against my skin.

I skimmed my hand over her ribs and cupped the lower part of her heavy breast.

With a frustrated groan, I rolled off of her and out of bed. I pulled her out with me.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Too many clothes,” I growled. I began working on the front buttons of her dress. Bunching the skirt in my hands, I lifted the dress over her head and tossed it aside. Her undergarments were flesh toned and smoothed her curves, highlighting her ample and delightful figure.

She tucked her fingers into the waistband.

I pulled her hands away. “Let me.”

The fabric was slick and tighter than I expected. I slid my fingers in between the fabric and her skin. Sliding my hands down, I covered her hips and then her thighs. The garment rolled until I pushed it past her knees and to the floor.

Bracing her hands on my shoulders, she stepped out. She didn’t try to help me undress her but waited until I reached behind her and unfastened her bra. I wrapped my hands around her naked breasts and reveled in the feel of them and the way her nipples tickled my palms.

We stood there touching each other. Jessica ran her hands over my shoulders and chest. We were both breathing hard. My heart pounded so loudly, I was certain the sound filled my room. Shehad to have heard my heartbeat and understood what I was feeling.

It took next to no time for me to get rid of the rest of my clothes and have Jessica back in my bed. Our bodies slid together. Skin against skin, she was heaven to touch. There was nothing more perfect in this world than this woman in my bed, under me.

All of my actions were pure reflex and need. I needed to touch her, consume her. I trailed kisses over her soft skin, down her neck and across her shoulders. I traced her breast bone with my tongue. I wanted to taste all of her. She whimpered and dug her fingers into my hair when I sucked a perfect rose-hued nipple into my mouth. Jessica arched her back as I worshiped her breasts.

I didn’t have enough hands to touch and grab and hold her. Even if I had all the time in the world, it wouldn’t be enough to properly enjoy the bounty of her body.

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JESSICA

Dylan’s touch stole all of my worry, all of my fears. When we were together, touching, all there was in the world was him. What he was doing to my body transcended space and time. It didn’t matter if I was worried whether he found me beautiful or funny, or anything else, because his touch elevated me to a higher realm.

I don’t know what skill he possessed to do what he did, but he took my breath, my thoughts. I was nothing but nerves that needed to be touched and a pulse that needed to speed up and be free. I was lost to all sensibilities, and when he slid inside me… I was light and explosion. My inner walls clamped down on him as he thrust and drove me well past the edge of the proverbial orgasmic cliff. I didn’t tumble over that edge. I was hurled, vaulted with the force and trajectory of a catapult into the bliss of the cosmos.

I screamed. There was no name on my lips because what were words? If I could have formed sound, I would have called out Dylan’s name because I needed him with me. He needed to join me as I flew through a field of stars.

As I came back to my body, Dylan held himself above me, his face contorted in the most exquisite expression of joy and pain. He pressed his hips against mine, only pushing against me as if he could get any closer.

His hair curled along his brow from the sweat he'd worked up. He smiled and began laughing when he opened his eyes.

I laughed too, simply because I was so happy to have been with him, to be with him. He rolled to the side and wrapped me against his chest. “You belong here,” he said. His voice was still thick with passion.

“I do like it here. The bed is more comfortable, and the company is far better.”

“You don’t have room for company in your bed,” he pointed out.

“Exactly. I’m in there all alone,” I said.

“That’s settled. You’ll stay with me all night.”

“I should get up before Max wakes up,” I said.

“Only if that’s what you do normally, then yes. If it's not, then Max can learn that you sleep in here with me.”

I made a noise low in my throat.

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