Page 104 of Resisting the Billionaire

I glance up at his low words, his gaze fierce on me. Was my face that easy to read?

“Just because I don’t know yet what the hell I’m doing with Dad, with Archer, with my… life,” he chuckles, “I do know one thing.” He reaches out, cupping my jaw tenderly. “I have you. And that’s all Ineed. I can figure out the rest. I’ll find a way to take care of you.”

“No, you don’t have to-”

“I do.” He finally smiles, his heart shining in his eyes. “Because you’re mine. Just like I’m yours. And I’m never letting you go again.”

He brings me in close, his kiss full of heat. Promise. Devotion.

I’ve never in my life felt a kiss like this. This sense of worship. This passion.

This love.

He lays me down on the couch, covering me with that big body, his weight satisfying. Necessary.

I brush my hands through his hair, over his neck, his back, anywhere I can reach, his kiss growing more insistent the more I touch him, the two of us working ourselves up until he brings his lower half fully against me, dick hard behind his fly.

He hisses in a breath at first contact, and I widen my legs to accommodate him, my dress riding up past my hips. It’s probably wrinkled all to hell by now, but it doesn’t matter anymore. No one else is seeing me tonight. Only Gabriel.

He grinds into me, a warmth low in my belly spreading, anticipation rampant. My bed’s not even five feet away, but it’s too far a distance at this point to cross, this need for him overwhelming.

I pant heavily as he trails his lips down the length of my neck, my stomach jumping in delight as he brings a hand between us to delve into my panties, wet with my arousal. He enters a finger carefully, then two, pumping in and out, a moan escaping me at the feel of him inside me.

“I want you.” I clutch at his back, trying not to claw at the expensive material of his shirt, but it seems so long since we’ve done this. So long since I was close to him, both in spirit and body.

“Patience,” he whispers as he travels further down me, hiking my dress up all the way and pulling my panties aside to kiss me right where I need him most. “I’ve missed this.”

At the first touch of his mouth on me, I make an unintelligible noise, one hand gripping his hair, the other grabbing onto a couch cushion. Was it this good last time? I can’t remember. Can’t seem to recall anything other than the slow circles of his tongue, teasing me the way I like. How his hands rest on my inner thighs, keeping me spread open. How he’s building me up, his fingers inside me again as he licks my clit, the sensations shocking in their intensity.

“So good, so good,” is all I’m able to manage on repeat, my heels arching off the couch, back bowing so he’ll hit that spot right… there.

I buck, pulling at his hair, holding him in place as my climax overtakes me, breaths harsh in the quiet of my apartment.

He continues his ministrations until I’m finished, lifting himself up easily to unbutton his shirt, revealing that hard physique I’ve only laid eyes on once before. Those deliciously thick biceps, broad shoulders, and a flat stomach with a dark trail of hair leading all the way down. I drop back against the cushions to watch him, my own private show as his pants and boxers come off next, dick jutting out proudly to greet me.

“Please tell me you have a condom,” I murmur, knowing I have nothing here. I haven’t even brought a guy back to this place.

“The first thing I packed,” he replies, pulling one out of his suitcase and rolling it on with steady hands.

He bends down to kiss me roughly, still worked up without any release on his end, his desire stoking the fires within me until I’m frantic again, kissing him with abandon. He takes my hands and pulls me up to stand, my knees wobbly after that intense orgasm, and unzips my dress, my belly dipping low in expectation, his eyes hot on me with each inch of skin he uncovers.

“It was too dark to fully see you at my place,” he whispers, unhooking my bra to reveal me, his gaze like a caress as it travels over my nude figure. “Let me look my fill this time.”

He kneels down to take my panties off next, his breath hot directly over my core, and stands again, stepping away to watch me.

Not used to this level of scrutiny, my first instinct is to cover myself. But the way he’s looking at me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. There’s appreciation. Lust. Anticipation. And shining through it all is so much love, I can hardly stand it.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, eyes piercing me straight through to my soul.

My breath catches, realizing he’s referring to my fantasy, the one from that old movie I still don’t know the name of.

“Breathtaking. Gorgeous.” He stalks toward me, a predator on the hunt.

But I’ve never been one to sit around and wait to be prey.

I touch my fingertips to his chest as he gets closer, urging him backward until he settles heavily on the couch. I straddle his lap, his eyes glowing with approval as I take his length in hand and guide him into me.

“And so fucking sexy,” he growls. “You’re my fantasy.”

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