Page 22 of Tempting the Billionaire
Smiling, she grabs an old sweater of mine lying on the chair in the corner, wrapping it around herself and then following me out of the bedroom and down the hallway to the kitchen. My sweater is long enoughthat it goes halfway down her thighs, completely enveloping her pajama shorts. Fuck, she looks adorable in it.
I quickly brew a pot of coffee, making two cups for us in between smothering Emma with hugs and kisses.
Our mugs of hot coffee warm in our hands, we carry them out to the back porch where we settle into wicker chairs. I stare out at the ocean waves crashing nearby, the sound like a lullaby. The cool breeze feels soft against my skin, and I glance sideways at Emma.
She’s smiling at me. I raise an eyebrow in question. “What are you thinking about?”
Almost as if she didn’t realize she’d been staring at me, she quickly shakes her head. “Oh, nothing.”
“Tell me,” I insist, grinning.
She bites her lip in thought. “I’ve just never … never had anyone treat me like this.” She takes a breath. “Not the whole private jet, mansion on the ocean thing,” she clarifies with a laugh. “But just … caring. So attentive, making me laugh, making me coffee.” She meets my gaze. “You’re so sweet to me.”
As much as what she said should bring a smile to my lips, it doesn’t. I stare back at her, my brow furrowing, caught on one word in particular.Never. This gorgeous, lovely, sweet woman has never hadanyone treat her like this? The idea just about breaks my heart.
She seems to sense my discomfort, and she frowns as well. “What?”
I reach for her hand, running my thumb over her palm. “It makes me sad that I’m the first to have treated you well,” I say simply.
As if just now realizing the reality of what she’d admitted, she nods slowly. Then she shrugs. “I guess I haven’t been lucky when it comes to guys.”
I sigh.Well, that’s over now.The thought comes to my mind so quickly that it almost slips right past my lips. I suppress my shock and squeeze her hand. “I guess I haven’t been lucky with women either,” I admit with a humorless grin. “Until now.”
She stares at me for a long moment, finally leaning over to press her soft lips against mine. My cock stirs in my pants. God, I haven’t been this hot for a woman since I was a teenager.
We slowly finish our coffees, staring out at the morning sun glistening over the ocean.
“I should probably get dressed,” Emma says eventually, standing from her chair and heading inside. I take our mugs to the sink in the kitchen and then follow her into the bedroom where she’s rifling through her duffle bag.
I come up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her against me. “I think before you get all dressed up, I might want to see youundressed,” I say, to which she giggles.
“Oh yeah?” She twirls around, pressing her hands against my chest, reaching up to softly kiss me. She pulls back. “But this time …” She tugs at my t-shirt. “I want all this gone. You’ve seen all of me, and I haven’t seen all of you yet.”
I grin. She’s right. I hadn’t even realized that both of our encounters included her completely naked while I remained mostly clothed. “What did I originally say about who’s in charge when it comes to the bedroom?” I murmur, taking her chin in my hand and tilting her head up toward me. Her breath catches in her throat, and I feel myself stiffening. I smirk. “But I suppose that’s a fair request.”
I step back, grabbing the hem of my t-shirt and lifting it over my head and then tossing it aside.
Emma bites her lip as she takes in my torso, desire evident in her gaze.
“Your turn,” I say, gesturing to her pajama top.
She does as I ask, pulling her top over her head and tossing it to the floor, revealing those perfect breasts again. Her pink nipples are already stiff peaks.
I slip my fingers under the waistband of my sleep shorts and boxers, letting them fall to the floor and thenstepping out of them. I wouldn’t normally be this hard this quickly, but something about Emma has my cock stiff and erect, ready for whatever comes. Her eyes widen as she takes it in. I know my size is larger than normal, and this reaction isn’t exactly unusual, although it’s been a while since I was in any kind of new relationship.
I gesture to her pajama bottoms, and she quickly strips them and her panties, leaving both of us completely bare before each other. We stand there for a few heartbeats, taking each other in. Then I stalk toward her, leaning down to scoop her up into my arms and then depositing her on the bed. She yelps in surprise, but I’m already climbing over top of her, grabbing both of her wrists and pinning them above her head. She gasps in shock, her breasts heaving as she pants, staring up at me with wide eyes.
I grin down at her. I reach over the side of the bed, to my bag on the floor where I retrieve the tie I’d been wearing yesterday. Emma watches with wide eyes as I gently tie it around her wrists, fastening the end of it to the headboard. Tight enough to hold her in place, but loose enough to break free if she really wanted to. Her mouth opens in shock.
I raise an eyebrow in question. “Is this okay?” I ask her seriously.
She nods immediately, her eyes darkening in desire. Fuck, it’s taking everything within me not tofuck her brains out right now. But I want this to be slow and deliberate. I have a plan.
I sit up, gazing down at her perfect body, her wrists tied above her head. I reach out to run my thumb over her bottom lip, then down her neck, her chest, in between her breasts, then drawing lazily circles on her stomach.
With a hand on each knee, I spread her legs, settling myself between them. I lower my head, my eyes still pinned on hers. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart,” I murmur, leaning farther to run my tongue along her already slick opening.
She gasps and bucks her hips. I chuckle. “Be still like a good girl,” I demand before returning to her center. I take my sweet time running my tongue along her slit, up to her clit, and back down again. Soon she’s panting and moaning, and I have to hold her hips down in order to keep her still, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. I run my tongue over her clit, faster and faster, and I can hear her breathing quicken. Her moans become more and more frantic, and I can tell she’s close to coming. But just as she’s about to orgasm, I pull back.
