Page 51 of The Billionaire Experience

Before he could argue—not that she expected him to—she kissed him again, spearing her tongue into his mouth. He rerouted his attention to her neck, his soft mustache tickling her sensitive skin. She dropped her head back, allowing him to explore her throat. As he licked and sucked, she shifted her hips back and forth to quell the pulsing between her legs.

“Yes,” she whispered when his hands bracketed her ribs, very, very close to her breasts. She was so desperate for him to touch her there she might explode if he didn’t.

At the V-neck of her shirt, he gave her cleavage a swipe with his tongue. Her eyes flew open to find his lust-filled and hazy. His hair was mangled thanks to her fingers being nestled in the strands. He truly looked good enough to eat.

“Reagan, Reagan.” He swept her hair away from her lips. “You have had a long week.”

Since that sounded like an excuse not to continue what they’d started, she blurted, “Do not try and talk me out of this, Brody Crane. I am completely in charge of my faculties. I know what I’m getting myself into.” She wasn’t sure if that last part was true, but she was willing to take the risk.

His grin was syrup slow. The steady throbbing in her center galloped along with her heartbeat. She’d bet he could do mind-boggling things with his mouth.

“Talk you out of what?”

“Do you want me to say it?”

He blew out a breath. “More than anything in the world.”

She couldn’t help laughing. “I’m assuming the kissing is leading somewhere. I thought you were going to take my bra off.”

His eyebrows rose. “Oh yeah, and then what?”

Ack! He was going to make her spell it out. “And then… You know. Deliver a few kisses to what you find under there.”

“Nothing sounds better than that.” He cast a glance to the ceiling. “Okay, maybe one thing.”

Her laugh caught in her throat when he rolled up the bottom of her shirt and exposed her belly. Her breaths quickened as she watched his golden eyes grow dark.

“Arms up,” he instructed. “And close your eyes.”

She did as she was told and didn’t put her arms down until her bra and shirt were off. The cooler air of the room dusted over her nipples, bringing them to stiff points. Brody didn’t go straight for her breasts but instead set a kiss on the side of her mouth. Then on the other side. Then on her neck. By the time he was tonguing the space between her bared breasts, her fingers were tangled in his hair.

“Something on your mind?” he mumbled against her skin.

She answered by steering his head to one breast. A keening moan escaped her when he opened his mouth and sucked her nipple. “Oh God, yes.”

Done teasing her, he licked and sucked one nipple while plucking the other into a turgid peak. His other hand was splayed flat against her back, holding her to his mouth and possibly keeping her anchored to the earth.

Why did this feel so good? As if no one had ever done it before. Had she forgotten, or had Brody’s mouth erased any past sexual experiences from her memory?

Her hips began moving on their own, the pounding between her thighs a desperate SOS. Had she ever ached so badly for someone? No. But she’d never needed someone inside her as badly as she needed Brody.

He pulled her hands from his hair and kissed each palm before pushing her to her back on the couch. He took the time to tuck the decorative pillow beneath her head and silently commanded her to stay still.

He returned to her breasts briefly. This time when she fisted the back of his head, he thumbed open the button on her jeans. He parted the denim and pressed a wet kiss to the top of one hipbone. “You okay?”

“Uh-huh,” she managed as she tilted her pelvis toward his face, which she assumed he took as an affirmative. There wasn’t a single protesting thought in her addled brain.

“You comfortable?” He drew a circle around her belly button with his tongue.

She nodded eagerly.

His smile was feral. “Okay, sweetheart. I won’t make you beg. I’m going to take you there.” He cupped her pussy with one open, firm palm, the pressure soothing and driving her wild at the same time. He rerouted to her mouth for a quick kiss before asking, “You want me to eat you out?”

A whimper exited her lips.

“Is that a yes, Reagan?”

“Yes. Yes, please.”

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