Page 41 of Billionaire's Bookworm

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We foundPorky in my bedroom, proudly surrounded by the remains of what had once been a crystal decanter set. He wagged his tail at our approach, clearly pleased with his handiwork.

“Good news,” Emma said, surveying the damage. “Looks like he’s running out of things to destroy.”

The lantern light caught the curve of her neck as she bent to examine the mess, and something inside me snapped. I stepped closer, close enough to feel the heat of her body without quite touching. She stilled, and I heard her breath catch.

“Emma.”

She turned, and then our mouths collided. Not the gentle exploration from downstairs, but something hungry and desperate. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as I walked her backward until her legs hit the bed. I nipped her lower lip, catching it between my teeth, and when she made a small sound in the back of her throat, I nearly lost my mind.

“Wait,” she gasped as I trailed hot kisses down her neck. “We shouldn’t?—“

I pulled back just enough to look at her, to see the want warring with hesitation in her eyes. “Do you want me to stop?” I growled, my voice raspy and thick.

There was a beat where we just stared at each other. Instead of answering, she dragged me back down, kissing me hard enough to bruise. Her hands made quick work of my shirt buttons while I slid my fingers under the hem of her blouse, tracing the soft skin I found there. When she arched against me, I groaned.

“God, Emma...”

I lowered her to the bed, her blouse falling off her shoulder to reveal the delicate curve of her collarbone. Our gazes locked—her emerald eyes darkened with desire, making my pulse race. Rain hammered against the windows, a steady drumbeat matching the ragged rhythm of my breaths.

Kneeling on the mattress between her thighs, I slipped her shirt up and over her head. Pushing her to lie back, my hands roamed over her body, savoring the rise and fall of her chest, the way her ribs arched beneath my strokes. Every touch, every sound she made, reverberated through me. Unsnapping her jeans, I slid them down her hips, pulling them off and tossing them to the side.

Climbing back up and over her, my lips found the hollow of her throat, and she squirmed, her fingers tangling in my hair with a desperate grip. God, the way she tasted—a hint of sweetness mixed with something uniquely her—made my head spin. I was drowning in her, consumed by the warmth of her skin against mine.

Her nails pressed into my shoulders as I trailed kisses along her delicate collarbone, each touch stoking the fire between us. The need to claim her, to mark her as mine was overwhelming. I wanted to devour her, to lose myself in her completely.

“Wade...” she whispered, a plea that had all my blood rushing south. No way could I deny her. My fingers deftly found the front clasp of her bra, releasing it in one swift motion. The silken material slipped away, baring her to my hungry gaze, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.

She was pure temptation—every inch of her. My thumbs brushed over her pebbled nipples, and she writhed beneath me, a small moan escaping her throat. I watched her face as her head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut with her pleasure. I wanted to give her everything—wanted to feel her coming apart beneath my touch.

Pushing her thighs apart with my knee, my fingers traced the sensitive skin of her flat belly, over her lacy panties, drifting down along her inner thighs. I smiled as her breath quickened at the teasing contact and slid my palm up along her belly, massaging along her ribcage. Leaning down again, the stubble on my jaw raked her skin as I kissed a trail downward, delighting in the sounds she made as my mouth found the curve of her breast.

Their soft weight filled my hands, and she arched into me as I licked and nipped. She tasted even better than I’d imagined—a sweet addiction I couldn’t get enough of. The heady scent of her arousal surrounded me, and my control snapped. Damn, I needed to be inside her more than I needed air.

I captured her mouth in another fierce kiss, reaching for the fly of my jeans with urgency. She matched my need, her fingers trembling as she fumbled with the button. The rasp of the zipper sounded loud in the quiet room, mingling with the relentless rain outside.

Pushing myself up, I kicked free my jeans and boxers and stood before her. She sat up, climbing to her knees in the middle of my bed, her gaze roaming over me with a hunger that made my heart pound. Crawling closer, her fingers trailed slowly up my abdomen, sending a shiver through me. “You’re beautiful,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the storm.

A low chuckle escaped me. “So are you.” I brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, my thumb grazing her cheekbone. “Absolutely breathtaking.” She caught my hand, pressing a tender kiss to my palm, and my heart stuttered. Part of me wanted to yank her panties down, to close the aching distance between us and fill her in one smooth thrust home, but the vulnerability in her eyes gave me pause. I softened my touch, letting the moment linger. If she wanted slow, I could be slow.

Hell, I could be anything she wanted.

Leaning down, I trailed baby kisses along her jaw, savoring the silkiness of her skin as my fingers slipped between her thighs and tugged the tiny scrap of lace she still wore to the side. Her breath hitched when I found the warm slickness waiting for me, and she stilled, biting her lip as if unsure. With teasing, gentle strokes, I caressed her, reveling in the way her hips rose to meet my touch almost involuntarily. Her soft gasps filled the room, intertwining with the rhythm of the storm. She was exquisite—flushed and feverish beneath my hands. She made me feel wild, untamed—like I’d do anything she asked.

Bending lower, my tongue flicked over her tightened nipple, grazing with my teeth and eliciting a tiny whimper. That sound went straight to my groin, and I slid my fingers inside her, my thumb finding her swollen bundle of nerves as I withdrew and thrust again, slowly at first, then faster as her breath quickened. I slid my mouth down her abdomen, tasting her skin, teasing with my teeth, my fingers working her in time with my mouth. “Wade, please...” she begged, her hips thrusting forward to meet me, her fingers tangling in my hair.

I increased my pace, determined to push her over the edge, my thumb circling the hard, tiny little bundle of nerves even as I thrust two fingers deep inside, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along her belly and hip bone. I was rewarded when her walls clenched around me, and she cried out, sudden release shuddering through her as she gripped my shoulders. A rush of male satisfaction surged through me. I wanted to capture this moment, etch it into our memories forever, marking this woman as my own.

Pressing kisses against her fevered skin, I stood up and murmured, “Come here.” I shoved her soaked panties down and lifted her, prompting her to wrap her legs around me. Turning, I traded places with her, sinking down on the bed and pulling her atop me. She straddled my hips, her eyes locked onto mine as our lips met in another searing kiss. My hardness slid along her silken folds and a tiny sigh escaped her lips as her eyes fluttered closed for a second.

Sliding my hands up her thighs, I gripped her hips as I lifted her and guided her down. Her small fingers wrapped around my length, guiding me in as she sank onto me in one slow, torturous motion. I hissed and grit my teeth, going still for a moment as we both adjusted. Damn, she felt so good. Even more so when she started to move, tilting her head back and rocking with a rhythm that was both unhurried and desperate.

The candlelight flickered, casting golden shadows across her skin. She was a vision—a fire goddess come to life. Her walls clenched around me, and I gripped her hips tighter, sitting up to meet her movements, my fingers digging into her creamy skin, leaving my mark. Our bodies moved in perfect sync, the world fading away until there was nothing but us. “You’re incredible,” I rasped, pressing my forehead against hers.

Her fingers tangled in my hair as she rode me harder, our breaths mingling. “Wade,” she moaned, her voice raw with need. Hearing my name spill from her lips like that—it was my kryptonite. I thrust deeper, our pace becoming frantic. Her nails dug into my back as she shattered around me, her release pulling me over the edge with her. Pleasure crashed through me like a tidal wave, pulsing and heavy as I emptied myself, utterly spent and completely hers.

We collapsed together onto the bed, panting heavily, the sound of the rain washing over us like a soothing lullaby. She rested her head on my shoulder as I held her close, the beat of her heart against mine slowing and becoming more steady. Eventually she stirred, looking up at me. A satisfied smile played on her lips. “That was...”

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