Page 30 of Starting Over with Her Billionaire Boss

Daegan could feel every inch of her beside him—the warmth of her body, the soft rise and fall of her breathing. His eyes found hers in the dim light. There was a question there, a silent plea for permission. Heart pounding, he hesitated. Every instinct was screaming at him to take that final step, to close the distance between them. But he paused, waiting, needing to know she wanted this too.

Daegan tried to relax as he rested his head on the pillow, the space between them charged with unspoken desire. “Do you feel it too?” he whispered. Tentatively, he brushed one of his legs gently against hers, feeling the silkiness of the fabric. Giving her every opportunity to nudge him away, to tell him to stop, or to leave if necessary.

Her mouth parted in a gasp. Was this it? His heart felt stuck in his throat, until Kinsley leaned in. Every inch between them seemed to disappear in slow motion. This was reckless. This could ruin everything he had worked hard to build. But in that moment, in that bed beside her, Daegan couldn’t find it in him to care.

“I feel more comfortable,” she whispered, just barely audible over the engines. Her eyes dropped to look at his lips as her soft breath caressed his skin, answering every single question without a word. Despite that, he still hesitated, letting the tension stretch between them like a taut wire, ready to snap.

A knot grew in Daegan’s stomach. Breathless, he felt his boxers getting even tighter against his length. “I’m glad you are.” He brushed a thumb along her waist. His breath was steady, even though his heart wasn’t. Desire coursed through him like a lightning bolt, each spark threatening to ignite an uncontrollable blaze.

Kinsley’s doe-like eyes looked at him with absolute trust. When she spoke again, her voice was soft, pulling him back from the edge. “What are you thinking right now? What’s going through that mind of yours?” A seductive grin grew across her face.

“That you have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he murmured, his voice a mix of awe and restraint. His thumb poked under the silkiness of her waistband, caressing the softness of her flesh. Daegan kept his eyes on her face. Watching her closely, he waited for any sign of hesitance. Instead, Kinsley bit her bottom lip. Daegan had to choke back a groan.

The hum of the jet’s engines faded into the background, leaving only the sound of their breathing. Each exhale felt like a confession, every second ticking away the space between them.

Kinsley reached out a hand, caressing his stubbly cheek and chin. “Is it okay for me to want you right now?” Her voice was a soft plea. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw as she brought her face just inches from his own. Her warm breath mingled with his, sending a shiver down his spine. His cock pushed against the confines of his boxers.

“It’s okay,” Daegan whispered back. “Whatever you want is okay.”

Her hand brushed his jaw, a lingering caress that made his breath hitch. For a moment, they were suspended in the silence as their gazes locked, the space between them charged with unspoken longing.

Slowly, deliberately, Daegan leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that was not a conquest, but a confession. As his mouth moved against hers, it was both a question and an answer—slow, searching, with a promise of something deeper. Kinsley lips sent a pulse through Daegan’s body unlike anything he could ever recall. There was no rush. As Daegan took the lead, Kinsley’smouth eagerly replied. Her hand found its way to the back of Daegan’s neck, nails gently tracing his flesh.

For a moment, Daegan felt his entire world narrow down to this one, perfect connection. He was losing himself, piece by piece, with every nip and moan. This was more than desire—this was an unraveling, and it terrified him. He’d kept himself locked away for so long, and now Kinsley was breaking through, showing him a glimpse of something he wasn’t sure he was ready for. But he couldn’t let her go.

Their kiss felt like coming home to a house full of love and laughter. His hands trembled as he held her, overwhelming desire clashing with ice-cold doubt. After three years of not having a woman to hold, he needed her more than he’d needed anything.

With every soft gasp from Kinsley, he felt torn between the urge to pull her even closer and the knowledge that he should be putting a stop to this. He knew this was a bad idea, that the consequences could be steep. But she was making him feel alive for the first time, and he didn’t want it to stop.

Daegan pulled away to rest his forehead against hers. Their breaths mingled in between them. He opened his eyes and found the vulnerability reflected in hers. He had kissed Kinsley, and she showed no signs of wanting to turn back. But instead of fear, he felt something softer, tender even. Brushing a strand of hair away from her face, his thumb traced her cheek. This was dangerous. He knew the risks, but he didn’t care. He wanted Kinsley, and anything she was willing to give him tonight.

His heart hammered in his chest when he finally asked, “Do you want me right now, Kins? I need to be sure we’re not making a mistake here.” Daegan looked to Kinsley for her answer. He wouldn’t go even one kiss further without it.

Her lips parted. Small, panting breaths escaped them. Eyes full of trust and desire, she put her mouth to his ear. “Yes, Ialready said I want you,” she whispered, her nails dancing down his back. “I’ve always wanted you.”

Fingers tangling in her hair, Daegan pulled her closer and pressed his throbbing cock against her thigh. She gasped, and Daegan swallowed it down. Their tongues met, exploring each other with urgency and tenderness. Something had ignited, and it was setting them both ablaze. He could feel her breasts pushed against him, the silk between them a barrier he was desperate to breach.

A shiver ran down Daegan’s spine. His heart pounding, he deepened the kiss, his hand coming up to cup her face. It was slow, unhurried, a promise of something neither of them could yet name.

Keep it slow,he reminded himself. They had all night, and he intended to savor every second.

Her silk pajama top slipped beneath his fingers, the fabric cool against the warmth of her skin. He marveled at the way her breath hitched when his lips brushed her collarbone, how her body arched toward him as if drawn by an invisible tether. Every gasp and whispered plea was awakening something primal.

Lifting her top, he exposed her perfectly round breasts as he tossed it aside. As he cupped one in his hand, he heard a deep moan from within Kinsley. He drew back to drink in the sight of her, marveling at the beauty before him. Her pink nipples were begging to be touched.

Daegan obliged.

Leaning back, he circled one with his thumb, watching as Kinsley’s arousal turned it hard. She moaned and gasped, lifting her chest up as if demanding more. Daegan’s lips traveled down her neck, trailing heat in their wake. When he reached her chest, he hesitated for the briefest moment. Savoring her sharp intake of breath, his mouth claimed her skin, soft and eager. He neededto memorize every inch of her, just in case this never happened again.

His kisses made a circle around her untouched breast as she whimpered in eagerness. He opened his mouth, taking a nipple into it, swirling his tongue gently around it. He gave it a little nibble, causing Kinsley to arch her back.

“Daegan, that feels so good,” she whispered out on a moan as her hand ran through his hair. She’d never spoken his first name before.

Daegan had to bite back a swear to keep from erupting right then. His cock was rock-hard in his boxers, pressed firmly up against Kinsley’s thigh.Take your time,he reminded himself.

Daegan threw back the crisp white sheets, his eyes dark with desire as he drank in the sight of Kinsley’s body. Together, they peeled off her bottoms, tossing them aside with reckless abandon.

He trailed a line of searing kisses down her stomach, his lips brushing against her skin as he journeyed lower. Kinsley shivered beneath him, her breath growing ragged with anticipation. His hand slipped beneath the silken fabric of her panties, and she arched toward him with a whimper, wordlessly urging him on.

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