Page 20 of Voyage with the Reclusive Billionaire

I try to suppress it, try to keep the goosebumps from rising, but a cool wind blows in and I shiver.

“Nope,” he says, shaking his head forcefully. “Look, Eliza, I swear I’m not just trying to get you naked, but you should really take off your clothes.”

I gape at him. “What?”

“Oh, come on. You have to know that you’ll warm up faster without those freezing ass clothes on. Especially if you use my extra body heat.”

“Your wet clothes will just do the same thing as mine,” I point out.

“Fair,” Corvan says.

Then he tears his shirt off. I realize I’m staring, but I can’t stop myself.

“Your turn,” he urges.

His chest is tanned, muscled, and straight out of a wet dream, but it’s the tattoo that catches me. Spanning across his chest is a set of black feathered wings inked into his skin. “Beautiful,” I whisper.

“Eliza,” Corvan says softly, “You can finish undressing me with your eyes after you undress yourself with your hands, okay? Please?”

I want to turn him down again. Not because I don’t trust him with my half-naked body, but because I don’t trust myself with his. That, and because it feels awkward as fuck to try to converse and pretend like we’re not sitting here without our clothes on.

Slowly, I peel my dress off anyway, tossing it on top of Corvan’s shirt. The instant coolness makes me shiver again, but he lifts me off the cave floor and onto his lap, pressing my abdomen against his, arms wrapped tightly around me. Squeezing as much of his warmth into my body as physically possible.

And it’s working. I breathe out a relieved sigh at the feel of him against me, unable to stop myself from relaxing further into his body. I’m not paying attention to anything but that warmth when my hands aimlessly find their way into his hair and comb through the strands, running my fingers through it, pushing it away from his face. I say, “I can’t see your tattoo like this.”

He chuckles. “Later.”

I shift myself on his lap restlessly, and Corvan groans. “What are you trying to do to me?”

“What?”

“Playing with my hair like that. Teasing my cock.”

I flush deeply and immediately stop what I’m doing. “Sorry,” I whisper.

The laugh he gives me comes from the back of his throat. A dark look of desire hoods his eyes. “Don’t apologize, Eliza. But you should know that every single movement of yours makes my cock harder.”

I breathe in a shaky, lusty breath. “Do you… do you like it?”

“Of course I like it,” he says, grinning. “I like everything you do.”

“Do you want me to keep doing it?”

He shrugs, but I feel him pressing against me now. As if even just my words arouse him. “I want you to do whatever you’d like to do to me.”

My hands start roaming through his hair again. My hips start to slide back and forth, but not to get comfortable this time—to tease him. To see how hard I can get his dick between my legs before he loses control.

God, I so badly want him to lose control.

Corvan’s hands move to my hips, helping keep me balanced, but it also feels like a confirmation. A yes to this, a yes to using him.

My own hands drift down to the button of his pants. He eyes me with a curious look as I undo it. “Cold fabric,” I say simply. “Not good for me.”

“I agree,” he replies. “Best if we did away with that.”

He angles his hips up enough, lifts me with his arms, so that I can get his pants down to his calves. Corvan kicks them the rest of the way off before settling me back over his cock, this time with just the thin fabrics of our underwear separating us. He places me so that my clit teases against his hardness, and I gasp and my hands lurch to his shoulders, hoping for a little more balance as I swivel my hips on top of him. I can’t help but grind down harder with each rotation, watching the way his jaw clenches with pleasure, feeling the restraint he uses as he grips my waist, feeling the vast arousal I get just from this.

One of Corvan’s hands moves to my underwear. Slips inside and slides through my wet folds, heading straight for my entrance, leaving me to use his hand and cock however I’d like on my clit. “I was so fucking close to feeling how tight you are on my fingers, Eliza. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

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