Page 67 of Marrying the Billionaire

“Your skin is so soft,” he whispers, his movements slowing, caressing more than massaging now.

I stay quiet, not wanting to interrupt this moment, not with his hands finally on me. And it turns out all I had to do was be an idiot and get a leg cramp.

He seems lost in a trance as his hand flexes higher now, nearly on my ass, my teeth digging into my lip so I don’t do anything to break the spell. I bask in the simple pleasure of his touch, starved for him, even though the last time he touched me was… one day ago.

Wow, I am really hard up.

But when it comes to this man, there’s no way I’ll ever have enough.

He admitted yesterday he’s reacting to me, and that much is obvious from his actions now, but it seems he still needs a bit of a push. Maybe he forgot the part where I told him I wanted him to touch me.

“Higher,” I whisper, needing more.

His gaze meets mine, almost seeming surprised at the position he’s found himself in, glancing back and forth between my face and where his hand lays. His movements slow, but he keeps his palm where it is. “Do you know what you’re asking for?” His other hand runs through his hair, tugging at the ends. “We’ve already pushed the limits so far.”

The way he says it… it’s almost like he’s talking to himself rather than me.

“The limits are only what we make them,” I tell him, watching closely for his reaction.

His eyes fully focus on me, holding me in place with their intensity. He mouths the words I just said to himself, as if they’re a revelation. “What’s your limit?” he finally asks.

“I don’t have one.”

The blue of his gaze darkens, a thrill running through me from my breastbone to navel. “You don’t have a limit?”

“No. You can do whatever you want to me.” The words may be wanton, but they come from a deep well of truth within me. Seriously, I’m ready for anything with him. It only took one time being caught off guard to prepare myself.

A wicked glint enters his eye as his grip on my upper leg tightens fractionally. “You can’t tell a man that. He’ll get dangerous ideas.”

“What kind of ideas?”

His gaze drops to where his palm rests on my thigh. “Serena, I’ve been trying to be good.”

It’s the same as he said yesterday morning, that he was trying to be respectful. Well, I don’t want good or respectful. I wanthim. All of him.

“What kind of ideas, Archer?” I repeat.

His breathing picks up, still focused on his hand on my leg, but doesn’t answer.

I take matters into my own hands, covering his palm with my own, inching it higher until he’s gripping my ass. “Will you show me?”

He hesitates for just a second, as if there’s an internal struggle, then gives in, rolling me on my back until his big body presses me against the yoga mat. I relish his weight atop me as he brings his mouth down to meet mine, the moment our lips touch like a firework, the attraction alive and strong between us. He kisses me as if it’s necessary, each kiss stoking the fires higher, setting us ablaze, his mouth insistent upon mine, a deep ache developing within me as the minutes tick by.

My hands burrow in his thick hair, sliding through the silky strands, cupping the back of his head to bring him even closer, needing him desperately. I revel in the freedom to touch him like this now, to kiss him wildly, to feel his answering desire in the way he presses his lower half against me, his dick hard against my core.

“Yes,” I moan, that spot aching, wanting him to do it again.

“You like that?” he murmurs against my lips, hitching my leg over his hip to grind further into me.

“I like it,” I pant. “I love it. I want more of you.” Everything. Give me everything you have.

“I don’t have a condom in here.”

I open my eyes, somehow forgetting where we are. On a mat in the middle of his home gym, making out like teenagers who may never get the chance to do this again.

“But I have something in mind for you,” he smirks, that devilish gleam I love in his eyes.

A rush of arousal runs through me as he brings my arms above my head, flat against the floor, and presses soft lips to my neck and down my throat, pausing to attend to my chest. I suck in a breath as he lifts my tank and sports bra to caress first one breast then the other, my nipples beading as he uses his tongue to lick me.

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