Page 23 of Eluding the Billionaire
“Exactly.” He laughs at me throwing his words back at him, then begins to rub his thumb lightly over my lips. “Stay another day. Here with me. The contract is all done, so you have what you came for.” I’m struggling to resist the temptation of his touch. All my fuzzy mind can process in this moment is that I want more. But just like yesterday, I don’t know what he’s offering, so I hold back.
“I can’t. I have to be back in London tomorrow morning,” I tell him, and it’s the truth. I have the weekly executive meeting to attend virtually.
“But you could stay a few more hours,” he suggests.
“Maybe” slips from my mouth before I even think to stop it. It’s like he’s cast a spell over me, and I no longer have the strength to deny him whatever he wants.
“Good girl,” he responds gruffly before entwining his fingers in my hair and bringing our lips together.
I sink into his kisses and the heat of his body. The heady scent of his spicy cologne adds another tempting element to being up close and personal with Drew. His hand gently tilts my head, giving him better access to my lips. My bones turn to jelly as his hands run all over my body. He groans into my shoulder.
I don’t speak; just act, undoing the top five buttons on my favorite electric-blue silk shirt. Each strip of skin bared is an invitation for Drew to trail kisses lower. I roughly tug the shirt from the waistband of my black pants, and as it snags, I pull harder, not caring if the delicate fabric rips. Finally managing to get the offending shirt off, I work on removing his.
When it’s over his head, I smash my lips back to his. It’s a hot, wet kiss, and when his tongue slips between my parted lips, my body quivers with need.
He pulls me back from him, and I grumble my complaint.
“I need you naked,” he tells me, and when I’m too slow to move, he pleads, “Now, baby.”
I stand up, kick off my heels, and remove my pants until I’m left standing in today’s blue lace lingerie. He smiles as his eyes trail up, then down, leaving my skin heated and flushed everywhere his gaze touches.
“Everything,” he demands, waggling his finger at me. I slowly remove my bra and then panties. A grin stretches wider on my mouth as his breathing becomes more labored when my breasts and then pussy are revealed to him.
Somewhere during this, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, and now his cock is fisted in his hand. With his free arm, he drags me to straddle his hips.
But then he stops abruptly. “Fuck,” he curses, then drops his head to mine. “We can’t.”
“What?” I gasp. The one-hundred-and-eighty-degree change is making my head spin.
“We can’t. I just realized I don’t have any more condoms.” His voice is croaky, like it pains him to say the words.
I lean back, then take his face between my palms. “We don’t have to use one. I’m on the pill, and you’re the only person I’ve had sex with over the last year. I’m clean.”
He stares at me, then realizing I’m waiting for him to say something, he says quickly in his deep, throaty bedroom voice, “Same for me … What I mean is I’m clean, and obviously, you were my last too.” He mirrors my action and places his hands on my cheeks. “Are you sure?”
I nod but also say, “Yes, absolutely.” I don’t want to be accused again of not using my words.
“Ride me,” he growls. I lift up, then position his head at my entrance and sink slowly down onto him. The stretch as he fills me is exquisite. When I’m fully seated, I ride himhard. All thoughts of leaving are replaced by a need to cling like a limpet to Drew’s body. Our panting fills the air in the cottage as we race each other to completion.
Desperately.
Hungrily.
Taking every drop of passion from each other’s body until we’re shouting our releases, his cock pulsing inside me as he fills me with cum.
Collapsing, sweaty and exhausted, our limbs still entwined, I try to catch my breath.
Drew lifts his head from my shoulder and looks me in the eye. “You … are … pure … dead … brilliant.”
I squint at him. “Sorry, but I have no idea what that means. Do you think I’m clever?”
“Pretty much. Brilliant, amazing, beautiful, wicked.” He peppers kisses across my face with each word, moving to my shoulders and the tops of my breasts. The kisses are soft, like a delicate feather brushing over my sensitive buds. I can’t hold back a girlish giggle. I’ve never been much of a giggler, but Drew seems to have the ability to elicit them from me in bubbly bursts.
I pull his head up and drag his lips back to mine. I can’t get enough of his kisses, especially after that mind-blowing orgasm.
I’m falling for him, exactly what I didn’t want to happen.
Chapter twelve
