Page 39 of Falling for Mr. Billionaire

She tenses. “Carter…”

I turn toward her, close enough to feel her breath. “Say it again.”

“What?”

“My name. Say it like that again.”

“Carter,” she whispers. And I lose it.

I roll over, catching her mouth with mine in a kiss that doesn’t ask for permission. It demands. It’s not sweet. It’s a collision. Tongue. Teeth. Hands. Lust. All of it.

She gasps against me, and I take the sound into my lungs like oxygen.

I slide my tongue between her lips, deepen the kiss, pour every ounce of pent-up frustration and aching desire into it. Her fingers grip my shirt like she’s afraid I’ll stop. I won’t. Not tonight. I pull her underneath me, her thighs parting instinctively as my body settles between hers.

“Ivy,” I rasp against her neck, “if you want me to stop, you have to tell me now.” She arches up, chest pressed to mine. “Please… don’t stop.”

Her fingers tangle in my hair. Mine slip beneath her tank top, palming hot, bare skin. Her body arches into me as I drag my lips down her throat, over her collarbone, marking a path with my mouth.

I slide her shorts and then her panties down her legs, slowly watching her unravel beneath my hands.

She’s wet. So wet.

I run two fingers through her heat and groan. “You’re soaked for me.”

Her breath catches. “Carter…”

I pull her shorts down slowly, watching her bite her lip as I peel them away. She’s already soaked.

“You’re so ready for me,” I growl, running two fingers through her slick heat before sliding one inside. Then another. She gasps, moaning, rocking against my hand like she can’t help herself.

“I’m…”

“Shh,” I whisper against her skin. “I want to taste you first.”

I press a kiss to her inner thigh, then another, dragging my mouth closer, teasing her—until her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me where she needs me.

I bury my mouth between her legs and smell the sweet scent of her pussy before sucking her clit into my mouth, soft and slow. My fingers work her open while I continue stroking her with my tongue until I make her cry out.

Her hips jerk, her fingers twisting in the sheets. I suck, lick, tease—until her thighs are trembling and her voice is weak. She’s trembling when I finally crawl back up and kiss her, deep and filthy, tasting her on my tongue.

“I need you,” she pants.

“I’m yours,” I rasp. “Every fucking inch.”

I push inside her, watching her eyes widen as I fill her. She’s tight. Warm. Perfect.

Her nails scrape down my back as I set a rhythm, deep and slow. She moans into my mouth, her body rising to meet mine with every thrust.

But I need more.

I flip her onto her knees, pressing my palm to the small of her back as I slide back inside. She’s wetter now. Hotter. Fucking ecstasy.

I reach between her legs and stroke her clit, teasing her to the edge.

“Fuck, Ivy. You feel insane.”

She whimpers, back arching.

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