Page 46 of Starting Over with Her Billionaire Boss

Daegan leaned over, planting a gentle kiss on her soft hair. “We’re more than good, Kins.” His fingers tightened their grip on her.

Her heart raced—a common occurrence when she was around him. The cool air washed over them, but it did nothing to temper the warmth spreading through her.

Breath hitching, she sank into his side, her hand brushing his leg as if testing the space between them. His hand moved quickly to cover hers, his grip firm and steady. She let her fingers tracethe fabric of his jeans, feeling the tension in his muscles, the quiet strength Daegan hid beneath the surface. When she looked up at him, her eyes darted to his lips. She needed to know that the other night truly wasn’t a mistake, that he didn’t regret a single moment.

Daegan’s fingers brushed her cheek, his touch gentle, as if testing the waters. He slid his hand under her chin, his thumb tracing her jawline in a slow, deliberate stroke. It sent a shiver down her spine. Her eyes darted to his. When he tilted her chin up, his movements were unhurried, as if he was savoring her anticipation.

The rain outside softened to a murmur as the world narrowed to just the heat of his gaze. His lips met hers in a kiss that was tender and all-consuming, his hand firm but careful as it cradled her jaw. Kinsley melted into it, gripping onto his shirt as if he were the only anchor in the storm. The kiss deepened, a slow, methodical dance that ignited every nerve ending.

When they finally parted, her breath came in soft, shallow gasps that left her heart hammering in her chest. She looked up at him, her lips tingling and swollen from his work. He didn’t look out of breath at all; he looked ready.

“I think the rain is stopping already,” Daegan murmured, though his hand didn’t move from her jaw. His words were hesitant as his thumb traced her reddened lips in a path that left her tingling. He reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, but his touch didn’t leave her. It was as if he wasn’t quite ready to let go.

“That’s it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She wasn’t ready for the moment to end, not when her skin still burned from his touch.

“Well, I need to leave something for you to look forward to tonight,” he laughed. His tone was teasing, but the way his hand lingered on her waist betrayed him.

Kinsley’s lips curled into a determined smile, her eyes locking onto his as she swung her leg over him. In one fluid motion, she straddled his lap. Her knees pressed into the hay beneath the blanket, grounding her. As she leaned forward, her hands flattened against his chest. The warmth of his body radiated through the thin fabric of his shirt.

“It’s already tonight,” she said, her words a challenge wrapped in a promise. Her hands slipped beneath his shirt, fingers splaying against the warmth of his skin. When she leaned in, her lips brushed his in a whisper of a kiss. She pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, to see her own desire mirrored within him. “I need this moment to last,” she whispered against his lips. The storm outside had quieted, but the storm inside her was only beginning. As his hands slid to her waist, grounding her, the sound of the gentle rain faded into the background, leaving only the electricity between them.

Daegan smiled at her,allowing his eyes to absorb the beautiful scene in front of him. The candy-like scent of Kinsley’s perfume mixed with the lingering rain in the air. Although Daegan didn’t remember when he’d done it, his hands were holding onto her ass.

When her lips met his again, they parted, allowing their tongues to slowly dance. The kisses grew deep, as their lips expressed the feelings they dared not yet share. His hands gave her ass a soft squeeze, and Kinsley moaned into his mouth. He was going to get hard just from this.

Daegan lifted a hand to brush her hair away from her eyes. “We should really head back in, Kins,” he murmured, though he made no move to do so.

“But we have privacy out here.” Kinsley’s fingers brushed his, a silent invitation to forget the world outside a while longer.

“Here? On the hay?”

Kinsley reached into his back pocket, her fingers brushing against him as she retrieved the condom. “Don’t act like you weren’t prepared,” she teased, a playful glint in her eyes. Her fingers wrapped around the fabric of his shirt. When she pulled it up, he didn’t fight it.

He chuckled, a smirk on his face as she tossed it aside. “I have to be when I’m around you.” His hands eased under her top, gently rubbing her back. His fingers were steady as they worked the clasp of her bra free.

Daegan’s hands explored Kinsley’s curves, his fingers instinctively memorizing the contours of her body. Yet, even as her warmth seeped into him, he felt the pull of something deeper—something more profound than desire. Her presence wasn’t just intoxicating; it was grounding, like the quiet after a storm.

She let out a light breath, daring him for more as her hand rubbed down his arm, outlining the curve of each muscle with a sly grin.

Leaning forward, Daegan planted a soft kiss on her lips. The heat of her body was wrapping around him like a blanket. His mind raced with the realization that this was more than just passion—he needed to be closer to her in every way that mattered. Without his walls to keep her out, he could finally pull her in.

When he leaned back in for another kiss, a connection struck that unraveled the knots around his heart. Kinsley’s fingers slipped into his hair, sending shivers down his neck. She tugged gently, her lips curving into a smile against his as if daring him to lose control. Dipping her back, Daegan deepened the kiss with his tongue, savoring every second like it might be the last. Hishands roamed up her back, rediscovering the warmth of her skin and the soft curve of her shoulder blades.

When the need to breathe was too much, Daegan rested his forehead against hers. “I don’t know how you do this to me,” he murmured over a low roll of thunder in the distance.

“I want more,” she pleaded softly.

“More? More kisses?” he teased, his hand making its way under her shirt again, toying with her flesh.

“Everything,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin as she grinded her hips down into his.

Daegan had to bite back a groan. “Everything is a lot.” His hand cupped the weight of her right breast, his thumb teasing her nipple.

Daegan could feel her breathing quicken as she trembled in his arms.

“You really want this to happen here?” His tone was teasing, but his eyes searched hers, needing to be sure. “On a pile of hay?”

“There’s a blanket down,” Kinsley insisted. “Would you rather risk getting caught in the house by your mom? Or worse…Aunt Tilly?”

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