Page 43 of Billionaire Romantic
“Now that I’ve tasted heaven, Lucky Irish, I’m afraid you’re stuck with me. You are outrageously, dangerously beautiful. You taste like fucking heaven on Earth.”
I touch his chest, opening the top button of his shirt. “A girl could get addicted to you very, very easily, Noah Steel.”
“We don’t have to rush. We have all weekend?—”
“I don’t want to wait.” I unbutton the next button. And the next, running my fingers across the hard surface of his chest. “Take this off.”
He pulls off his shirt.
Whoa.
He’s buffas hell. His shoulders are wide, his chest and arms powerful and sculpted. His skin is sun-tanned and warm-looking. I’m surprised to find he has a tattoo of a diamond-patterned snake curled around one shoulder. “What the hell, Steel, you’recrazyhot.”
“You want more of me, baby?”
I nod.Of course I do. I want everything.“Yes.”
“Good girl. Keep going.”
“A snake?” My fingers rove over his ink. It’s beautifully drawn.
“I’m the stealthy brother. The one you’ll never see coming.”
I smile at this, exploring the hair-dusted surface of his chest. “Well,Isure didn’t see you coming.” His rock-hard abs. The dark arrow line of hair that leads tantalizingly under the waistband of his jeans.
My fingers glide over the huge ridge that snakes tight-mounded under his jeans and he groans.
Fuck, he’s big.
Now I get the snake.
I finger the bulging rigidity and I can feel him growing even harder.Oh my god. How…?
Noah reads my mind. “It will, trust me.”
I’m not exactlynervous, I’m still riding my high and I want more of it. But Iamin awe. “You’re…a little daunting, Mr. Steel.”
“You won’t be daunted when you’re coming hard on my big cock, sweetheart. I’ll be careful with you. But nottoocareful. I’ll take you higher than you’ve ever been. I’m a Noah, remember? I just happen to be…a very well-hung one.”
I bite back a hesitant smile. But I’m so beguiled by him, my fingers continue to explore. I unfasten the top button of his jeans. “Take these off. I want to see you.”
He unzips his jeans, freeing his—holy shit!—hot-lookingmassivecock. I mean…
“Jesus Christ,” I gasp.
Noah laughs, kicking off his jeans and his boxers. He lays back, resting his head on a muscular arm, allowing me to adjust to the sight—and the freaking size—of him.
Noah Steel is something else. He obviously looks good in his expensive-looking clothes, but this is different. He’s like a living, breathing sculpture. A very…enhanced one.
His cock is colossal, veiny and silky-looking. The rounded head leaks a bead of milky moisture and I’ve seriously never been so fascinated by anything in my life. My craving for him—and his enormous freakingmanhood—is wild and ravenous. I’mthirsty. I want to rub myself all over him andtake him inside.
His grin is wolfish, as though he can read this. “I’m all yours, Lucky. You can do anything you want to me. Help yourself.”
I don’t feel shy. I’m too damn hot for him. He’s making me feel reckless and so sexy it almost hurts.
Slowly, I wrap my fist around his huge length. With both hands, I smooth my palms along his shaft, entranced by the hard textures of him and the throbbing thickness. My fingers squeeze gently and another gush of moisture seeps.
Mine.
