Page 14 of The Tycoon's Pet

“What did you say?” I ask, my voice coming out breathlessly.

Paul advances slowly, his movements deliberate and purposeful, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that makes my body burn with a strange fire. I back up slowly, my heart thrumming with a mixture of fear and anticipation, until my back hits a wall. He stops directly in front of me, hooks a hand around my waist, and tugs me against his body. A soft gasp escapes my lips as I unconsciously grab onto his shoulders for support. Then he slowly lowers his head until his lips are mere inches from mine. I can feel the warmth of his breath on my face, sending shivers down my spine. I stare deeply into his eyes, simply unable to look away, waiting... just waiting on his command. Mercilessly at his mercy

"I love you, Kayla," he repeated, and this time I heard him clearly. I'm sure.

My breath catches in my throat, my mind reeling with disbelief and euphoria. I rack my head for what to say but before I can form any rational thought, his mouth claims mine. Hot. Hard. Demanding.

Chapter Seven

Paul

I can feel the exact moment she surrenders to me, showing me I’ve successfully erased all of her doubts.

She stands on her tiptoes, I lock my fingers in her hair and draw her even closer. She parts her lips for me, meeting the thrust of my tongue with her own. The taste of her mouth is heady, and I can't get enough. A deep groan escapes my lips and press my lips harder to hers, plundering her mouth mercilessly, stealing the breath from her lungs and giving it back again. She whimpers, clutching at my shoulders to steady herself as her knees slightly give.

I break the kiss, duck down, and scoop her into my arms. She gasps, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her warm brown eyes meet mine, adorably dazed and confused. “Wh-what...?”

“I won't drop you, my beautiful butterfly,” I say, smiling into the enchanting depths of her eyes. “I promise.”

She nods, burying her head in my chest but not before I see the deep blush spreading across her face. Holding her securely against my chest, I carry her to my bedroom. I close the door with my shoulder and gently ease her to the ground. Not even a second later, I capture her lips with mine again, this time in a long, delirious, kiss that leaves us both breathless.

“I need to see you--all of you, Kayla.” I hear the desperation in my voice, but I couldn't care less, I need her.

She nods shyly, shivering slightly as her hands reach for the buttons of her shirt. I watch with rapt attention as she peels off her shirt and pants, leaving her standing in a matching pair of underwear that looks plain yet sends blood rushing to my head.

“All of it,” I mutter, my voice coming out gruffly. “Take it all off.”

She complies, hooks her fingers into the band of her panties, and rolls them down her long, long legs. Next is her bra and it takes everything in me not to butt in. I need to give her some sense of control…

Finally, she's standing in front of me, completely naked. She drops her gaze from mine, her face flaming with embarrassment. She presses her thighs together, self-consciously wrapping her arms around her body.

I let my eyes take in all of her, from her full, perky breasts that I haven’t stopped thinking about for days to her flat stomach and curvy hips, every inch of her flawless body.

"Damn, Kayla. You are so gorgeous," I mutter, letting out a gust of breath. She blushes harder, ducking her head. I step closer to her, tuck a finger under her chin, and lift her face to mine but she refuses to meet my gaze. "Hey baby… look at me."

She raises her eyes reluctantly to mine, her gorgeous brown eyes brimming with a vulnerability that breaks my heart.

“I want you, Kayla,” I say with what I hope is a reassuring smile. “But I won't do anything you don't want me to do. Tell me to stop, and I will.”

"I…" she trails off, running her tongue over her lips in a way that makes my pants tighten uncomfortably. "I want you too, Paul. It's just… it's my first time."

I stare at her in awe, a wave of tenderness surging through me. I can't believe that I'm going to be her first. I don't know if I deserve it, but I'm determined to make it worthwhile. Pulling her against my chest, I wrap my arms around her, holding her until her body stops shivering and settles snugly into mine. “I'll never hurt you, my little butterfly,” I mutter against her hair, then place a gentle kiss on her crown.

She looks up at me, her lips tilted in a soft smile that makes my heart skip a couple of beats. "I trust you, Paul."

Taking her hand in mine, I lead her to the bed and lay her back on the sheets. I stretch out beside her, my face inches from hers. I lean forward slightly, brushing my lips over hers, running my knuckles over her bare belly in slow circles. I deepen the kiss, loving the lusty throaty sound that burst from her lips. I pull away abruptly, suddenly desperate to feel her body against mine. Shifting my weight slightly to my elbow, I hastily unbutton my shirt, but it seems to take forever so I pull it over my head and fling it aside.

Kayla gasps slightly, her eyes feasting greedily on my chest.

“Like what you see, baby?” I ask with a pleased smirk. “Want to touch?”

She nods wordlessly and I take her hand in mine, guiding it over one of my pecs while looking into her eyes. Then I let go, leaving her to explore my body. Her palm moves timidly over my abs, gentle and hesitant. My muscles contract under her touch and I watch, mesmerized, her expression waver between lust and fascination. She gets bolder, sliding her hand up my chest with a deliberate slowness until she gets to my nipple. She flicks it with her thumb, smiling coyly when she sees my expression tighten in response. She doesn't stop there. She makes her way back down, running her hand down my abdomen until her hand hovers above the band of my pants.

“Can I…?” She trails off, looking at me with an adorable plea in her eyes.

“Oh, please, honey,” I say with a slow smile. “I'm all yours.”

She takes hold of the button that fastens my pants, but her hands are so unsteady that I reach down to help her. The zipper gives way and she gasps when she realizes I'm not wearing underwear. My erection springs free, thick, and pulsing. I shrug the pants off my legs to give her easier access. And then we’re both naked. Raw. Vulnerable.

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