Page 46 of Eluding the Billionaire
“Are you okay?” She feels so fucking good squeezing tightly around my shaft. But I need her to tell me she’s enjoying this too.
“Amazing. I feel so full.” She pushes back into me. “But I need wild … not gentle and slow.”
“Aye. That I can deliver.” I don’t need to be asked twice.
Withdrawing nearly completely, I dive back in, her walls squeezing tighter around me as she builds to another release. The question is whether I’ll be able to hold on. My eyes are already rolling back into my head with the restraint to not blow my load too soon.
Katie throws her head back, her ponytail brushing against my hand. It’s impossible to resist. With a few twists, the dark silky strands are wrapped around my fist. I give a gentle tug, and her hips push back in jerky movements. She’s a greedy little thing when she wants her release. I pump into her harder and faster, reaching around her body to put pressure on her clit. One touch of her sensitive nub is all it takes, and her walls are spasming around me with her second orgasm.
This time, I’m with her for the whole explosive release. I come long and hard as her body milks me dry before I finally collapse over her, my upper body to her back as I curl close, my arm around her waist supporting both of us.
“Hey, are you okay?” I murmur next to her ear.
Her response is muffled in the pillow. “I think so.”
“Well, let’s get you cleaned up, then.” I withdraw slowly, then jump up.
Katie’s head turns to the side to look at me, her cheek still pushed into the pillow. “Do I really have to move?”
I chuckle. “Aye, I’ve made you very messy. If you sit up, I can do the rest.”
She drags herself to sitting, and I bend to lift her.
“Wait! Is your leg okay to take my weight?” she asks, and it doesn’t bother me. I’ve come a long way in accepting and acknowledging my limitations. Though this is not one of them.
“My legs are much stronger. Besides, you weigh hardly anything.”
Her arms come around my neck, and her head rests against my chest. This is where she belongs.
I carry her into the spacious bathroom and deposit her next to the large built-in bathtub, then turn on the water, adjusting the temperature until it runs warm. The extra cost for this hotel was worth it just for the great water pressure and abundance of hot water. Not always guaranteed at cheaper hotels.
I turn back to Katie. “Now let’s see if I can wash you properly. Our last one in Cornwall was a half-assed attempt because of my legs.”
She smiles at me. “I remember your half-assed attempt as being pretty special.”
When the tub is half filled and I’ve added enough shower gel to coat the water with a layer of foamy bubbles, I take her hand and help her in.
I slide into the tub behind her, one leg on either side of her body. “Lean back against me. I think you’ll find this is going to be so much better than a shower.”
Chapter twenty-five
Katie
Irubmyhandacross my forehead to ease the ache that’s been building since I came out of the bathtub. At some point over the last hour, while I lay back against Drew’s solid chest and he lathered the soap gently over my body, I realized I never wanted this to end.
I’ve fallen in love with him … and I don’t know what that means for us.
I don’t want just the memories of the man to keep me warm at night. I want the man himself. I want to feel his arms around me when I fall asleep and again when I wake up in the morning.
I know he said,Whatever you want for us, I want it too,but he doesn’t understand that now I want everything.
He talked of dinner dates and seeing how things go, which doesn’t sound like thehappily ever afterI’m looking for with the man I love. I bury my face in my hands. Why can’t I be more like Sarah and just be happy with a bunch of special moments? Instead, I have to fall for the guy who is continually reminding me that we’ve got great chemistry. I don’t disagree, I just need more.
Drew has gone to his room to change for dinner, and I’m supposed to be doing the same. Instead, my head is spinning with all my second-guessing and ridiculous hypotheticals. I continue to pace the length of the room, my arms wrapping the bathrobe tightly around me. It’s ten steps each way, and I have no idea why I counted the distance other than it might help to distract me somehow.
I need to tell him I love him. I stop.No, it’s too soon.
I continue my pacing. I need to leave.No, I can’t run away from this; we need to talk.
