Page 5 of The Billionaire's Second Chance
Samantha
Itdidn’tfeelthe same.
That much wasveryobvious.
The door lock tumbled into place behind us, and Charlie stared at me for a second, eyes heavy but a smile on his lips. His tongue peeked out from between them to swipe over his lower lip, leaving it slick with spit. He didn’t ask again if I was sure before he pushed me against the door, the breath forced from my lungs as I fell back against it, hard. Then his mouth met mine, hot and hard and wet, and we were–not kissing, that wasn’t the right word, but… his tongue slipped between my teeth, sliding against mine in a sensuous dance, his hands cupping my face, my cheeks, holding my face to his.
I couldn’t catch my breath. My head spun, my body screaming for more–more touch, more tongue, more–
Oxygen.
I bit down on his lip, hard, and he pulled away, one hand on my cheek still, one hand going to his lip, his thumb tracing where I’d bitten. His eyes flashed.
“Is that how you want it, Sam?” he growled.
My chest heaved, my dress too tight, but I stalked forward, backing him into the bedroom of the suite until his legs hit the edge of the bed, then I reached out, shoving him down onto it.
I reached behind me with one hand for the zipper of my gown, and he lifted himself halfway on one hand.
“Let me,” he started.
“No,” I interrupted. “You stay there,” I told him. He smirked, leaning back against his elbows. I wondered if I would see a bulge in his tuxedo pants if I looked, but I didn’t dare–I didn’t dare take my eyes off of his, a deep,dirtygreen in the lamplight. I drew down the zipper, slowly, then let the dress fall to the floor.
I was rewarded with a long, slow look, those dirty eyes traveling from my mouth down the length of me, my breasts encased in off-white lace, my matching thong underwear, my nude stiletto heels. Heat built under my skin everywhere his eyes had been, traveling down into my belly.
“You like what you see?” I asked.
“I thought you didn’t care what I like and don’t like,” he said, smirking, and I nodded.
“I don’t. Butyou…I wanted to give you a moment to look, because you’re never going to see this again.”
“How generous.”
“I’ve never been accused of that before, Charlie,” I said, stepping out of the puddle of silk on the floor to stand just in front of his knees. “I think you’ll find I can be very,veryselfish.”
His grin had never looked quite so wicked as he reached up with one hand, skimming soft fingers along the side of my lace undies, trailing one across the lace edging over the curve of my ass. Then, without warning, he pulled me forward by the back of the thigh so that I stumbled, catching myself with hands on either side of his head, knees on either side of his. His hands were big and firm as they gripped my ass, and he lifted his head up to mine to whisper, “Selfish, hmm?”
His breath gusted across my skin, and I shivered, my arms going weak for a moment–then I found myself on my back, half-naked, and Charlie on his knees looking down at me. He was still fully clothed, and besides the wildness in his eyes and the–yes, the bulge in his pants, clearly visible from this angle and even bigger than I remembered–he looked as if he could be on his way to a board meeting.
It was everything I hated.
I shouldn’t have found it quite so hot.
His hand pulled roughly at his bow tie, and I narrowed my eyes at him.He wouldn’t dare. One eyebrow quirked, and he dropped it over the side of the bed meaningfully before moving on to his shirt buttons. “You can tie me up later if you aren’t satisfied with my performance, how about that,” he said with a smirk, and I blushed. That hadn’t been what I was thinking. “But you will be,” he continued. “Selfish, Samantha? I’ll give you everything you want tonight,” he chuckled. “And then some.”
And I may have hated Charlie Martin…
But I trusted him.
He let his tuxedo jacket and shirt fall from his shoulders, and tossed them onto a chair before flicking down his pants zipper, stroking the impressive bulge in his tight black boxer briefs with one firm hand.
I’d get everything I wanted tonight.
He’d make sure of it.
The muscles of his thighs flexed as he reached for me, scooping me up in his arms and tossing me toward the headboard. I bounced on the plush mattress, down pillows cocooning my head and shoulders, and stared as Charlie crawled up over me, bending down and nipping at my lower lip once again, then the corner of my jaw. My eyes closed, and I gasped as his teeth closed next over the soft skin of my breast, just above my bra, then my hip bone, and then, at last…
“Oh,” I said. His hands gripped my thighs, just above my knees, drawing them apart, and I felt his warm breath over my sensitive apex. It had been a while since I’d been with anyone, and even this–a few kisses, a breath of air–had me feeling wet and wanting. “Oh.”
