Page 39 of Billionaire Romantic
No. But Ihavediscovered the key to my Irish wild side. His name is Noah Steel.
When the universe deliversthismuch hotness into your evening, sometimes you just have to go with it. My whole life, I’ve toed every single line it’s possible to toe. I’veneverdone something so wild and reckless that it rocks my world. This beautiful stranger feels like he’s been put here just for me, to do exactly that.
Behind his eyes there’s a depth and a dark, playful sense of humor I’m half in love with already. He’s a once-in-a-lifetime discovery, you can just tell: that rare phenomenon where your personalities click and your pheromones mingle in a perfect, sparked harmony. The crazy sex appeal only compounds my problem. Not to mention the six-foot-something, beefed-up masculinity on steroids.
Noah’s warm hand slides higher up my thigh.
He leans closer and my lips part because I can barely breathe. The anticipation becomes everything about me.
Very gently, one of his hands slides around the nape of my neck as the other slides even further up my thigh. He’s big, ridiculously strong and controlling in the best kind of way. Quivering excitement pools in the slippery depths of my body. I can feel that my panties are saturated.
Help.
His scratchy jaw brushes against my cheek. Then his lips settle over mine and exert a gentle pressure, opening my mouth with his. Lust-drugged, I take him willingly.God, he tastes good.Like mint and champagne, like love and magic. With his other hand, his fingers glide over my panties, slowly centering.There.
Oh my god.
“Youarewet, baby girl,” he murmurs, amusement and lust adding to the smoky allure of his voice. “Yousureyou want this? Because I’m about to slide my fingers under these ruined panties, Irish. And once I do, there’s no telling how far I’ll go. I might even have to slideinside, to see how slippery that sweet virgin pussy is for me.” He growls thisashe continues to rub me gently with his rough fingers. Flutters of deep, insanely pleasurable warmth are teasing heat in one forward direction.
His movements slow.
No.
I need him to keep going.
I look into those sparkling, dark-lit blue eyes and I realize he’s waiting for me to beg. I’m practically slumped against his big body in our cozy private booth and I don’t care. I don’t care about anything except what he’s doing to me. “Please.” Ineedwhatever tidal wave he’s building to give me what it’s promising. “Please,Noah Steel.”
I don’t know why I say his whole name. His fake name.This game we’re playing doesn’t feel like a game anymore. It never really did. It feels like the realest thing in the world.
“That’s my good girl. Always say yes. You’re getting good at this.”
Noah kisses me. His tongue slides deeper, tasting me unhurriedly. The kiss is sweet and hot and incredibly self-assured.
Noah Steel knows how to freakingkiss.
I really am embarrassingly inexperienced. I’ve kissed a few boys, but it was always in a perfunctory kind of way. Two at strictly-chaperoned dances in high school. Three good night kisses after awkward first dates in college I knew would never lead to a second. I was too distracted by the other demands on my time. And none of those boys appealed to me at all. I was always glad when the dates ended. I thought maybe I was just too uptight or too lonely or too fast-tracked by my career circumstances to find a match.
This kiss isn’t like any of those. It’s a kiss that promises everything. Not only tonight or the weekend, but all of it. It’s the kind of kiss that makes you believe that lust is the perfect wave but love is the ocean.
I can’t explain it. All I know is that neither one of us is hesitating. There’s no fumbling or rushing, just a hunger that’s wildly sure of itself and perfectly in sync.
His fingers slideunderthe lace of my panties.
It’s simply the most profound thing that’s ever happened to me in my life. His fingers swirl over my clit, teasing in small, slow-moving circles, pinching and squeezing with gentle, expert precision. Dipping inside me before continuing his slippery caresses.
Oh my god, it’s happening.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs. “So sweet and fuckingreadyfor me, Irish.”
His tongue pushes into my mouth as the curl of pleasure he’s working with his fingers reaches a crazily high peak, then breaks into tight, shattering bursts of pure, mind-blowing ecstasy. He catches my moan. “That’s my girl,” he’s murmuring. “My gorgeous little Lucky.”
Noah works my pleasure unhurriedly, his mouth and his hands playing me like Yo Yo Ma plays his goddamn cello.
I’m drunk on him. I think I might be in love with him. My body adores him, spasming in long, lush ripples.
As the rapture slowly starts to calm, I let my fingers wander across the rough surface of his jaw. He kisses me with a tender need that feels almost like adoration, like he’s as drugged as I am.
“Noah,” I say softly.
