Page 58 of The Billionaire's Second Chance
“Fuck,” she said, and as always, the curse from between her perfect, pink lips shot straight to my cock.
“And I don’t want to settle for your reflection when I have you wrapped around me, making those pretty sounds you make.”
“Oh, Charlie,” she moaned as I slipped the hand not grasping her hair around her waist, coming up to cup her breast through her shirt. “Yes.”
“Just like that,” I said, pinching where I knew her nipple was under her bra. It would match her panties tonight, like it always did. I smiled as I slid my hand down between her legs, the soft material of her dress pants smooth under my fingertips, but not as soft as her skin. “I want to touch you, Sami,” I said.
“Here?” she asked, and… well, yes. I did want to touch her in my kitchen, to bend her over the cold countertop to see her nipples pebble against it, to fuck her hard and fast until she came, gasping my name, but–
“No,” I said, and spun her around to face me, bracing my hands on the counter and bending down so our faces were level. “I want you in my bed.”
She’d barely managed a nod by the time I had her lifted in my arms, her legs hooked around my waist and arms looped around my neck, her mouth on mine as I let my feet lead us to my bedroom. I kicked the door the rest of the way open, leaving it hanging as I crossed the wide expanse to my bed, tossing her down. Her eyes flicked up to the ceiling, a pretty smirk on her lips, and I grinned.
“I’m not a liar.”
“No, you’re not,” she said. “You keep your promises. And you’ve made some pretty big ones.”
My grin broadened, and I raised my eyebrows as I dropped my eyes down my body. Her laugh was light and musical and made my chest fill with warmth. The words–I love you,I love you–were on the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed them back; I didn’t want to tell her like this, in bed. There was time. I stripped off my shirt, then the rest of my clothes, naked in front of her as she leaned back on the bed in a pale blue silk blouse and charcoal gray suit pants. So pretty, my Sami, in her professional clothes, and underneath… I lifted her blouse over her head to find blushing pink lace.
“Fuck, Sami,” I said, kneeling between her knees as she lifted her hips, letting me slide her pants off of them. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart.” It was her that was blushing now, her cheeks pink, lips softly parted. “So pretty like this, all wrapped up in lace.” I traced the tip of my nose up her thigh, from the inside of her knee to the apex of her thighs, tugging her panties down before kissing her, tasting her flavor. “So sweet.”
“I want you, Charlie,” she said. “Please.”
I exhaled a soft breath against her core, leaning my forehead against her thigh for a moment. “What did I tell you about begging?”
“Mm,” Sami hummed as I crawled up over her on the bed. “If I recall correctly, you saidnot like this.” She bit her lip, then laughed softly when I jerked as her hand found my shaft. She stroked it, watching my face intently, one eyebrow raised. “But likethis,” she said, letting her eyes flutter closed as she guided me toward her entrance. “I thought this might be acceptable.”
“You thought wrong,” I said, and her eyes flew open, worried. I smirked and grabbed her hands, pinning them above her head. “That’s not exactly what I had in mind. You teasing me? No, sweetheart,” I chuckled. I rolled my hips, my cock slipping between her thighs, and was rewarded with a soft inhale, a shuddery release of her breath. “No, when you beg for me…” I rolled my hips again, this time sliding through gratifying wetness. “I want you tobeg.”
“Oh,” she breathed, and I did it again.
“You like that?” I asked, and in response, she surged up to kiss me, her mouth crashing against mine, filled with want.Need, maybe, but not the desperation of our earlier encounter at the library. I pressed back, slipping my tongue between her sharp teeth, tightening my grip on her wrists, kissing her down into the pillow as I rutted my hard cock between her thighs. It was overwhelming, the feel of her body laid out under mine, the taste of her tongue against mine, the scent of her skin, her soft, feminine shampoo as her hair loosed from its knot. I was throbbing, just as hungry as she was, but I could wait. Tonight was about her, taking her apart, stitch by over-tight stitch.
One hand still holding her arms up above the pillow, I dropped the other to her breast, cupping it, rolling my thumb over her nipple and feeling it grow hard under my touch. I pinched, hard, and earned a gasp, her hips jerking.
“Fuck,” she swore. “Fuck, Charlie.”
“I love it when you curse like that,” I said, disappointed in myself when my voice came out strained. “Love hearing you lose your composure.” I kissed along her jaw, too much tongue and teeth. I wanted to bite into her, to suck a bruise into her neck as she’d done to me, but I wouldn’t, not tonight.There will be time for that, I thought, and smiled against her neck instead. We had time.
“Hurry up and fuck me or I’ll be swearingatyou,” she hissed, the threat undermined by the husky arousal in her voice.
“You know what to do, sweetheart,” I whispered, shifting my weight so I could see her pretty face, flushed and pink, her lips red and glossy, her eyes wide and dark. I nudged my cock against her entrance, pinching her nipple again, her eyes fluttering closed. “Open your eyes, Sami,” I ordered. “Look at me.”
It was a mistake.
She opened her eyes. The endless black depths of her wide pupils reflected my own desire back at me as she breathed, “Please, Charlie.”
My cock throbbed, twitching against the wet heat of her center, and I thought for a second I’d come like that, spill all over her thighs, just from the sweet vulnerability in her voice, the pleading in her eyes.
“Yeah,” I said stupidly. “Okay. Just let me get a–”
“No,” she said. “Don’t.”
The breath evaporated from my lungs.
Samantha fucking Scott.
“You’re sure, Sami?” I asked, and she nodded. Smiled.
