Page 8 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire
“Willa…” My voice is rougher than I expect. Fuck it. “It’s been a while for me, too.”
Years, actually, since I did anything more than the most perfunctory of sexual exchanges.
And I don’t think I’ve ever sweet-talked my way into a woman’s shirt. Or halfway into it, since there are still two buttons between me and the shadowy curves beneath the fabric.
She reaches between us and tries to take care of those buttons, but her fingers are shaking.
“Let me,” I rasp.
Her arms fall to the side as I push her blouse open.
Her breasts are small but full, and beg to be lifted into my hands.
Now I’m the one trembling as I trace her flesh with my fingertips, testing to make sure she means it—yes, she wants my touch. Yes, this is all right.
Yes.
Yes, yes…yes.
“Yes,” I growl, sweeping her up.
She flings her arms around my neck as I carry her to a low, wide padded bench.
I stretch her out, resting her beautiful head against a thick pillow. “Slick move,” she whispers, her gaze searching my face. “You know how to show a girl a good time, I bet.”
Is that a request? Or a challenge?
“I’d like to showyoua good time.” That’s better. I don’t want to think about anyone else right now. Not the people inside, or anyone else she’s ever been with.
She sucks in a sharp breath and holds it, her chest rising to meet mine as I curl over her.
“Only what you want, princess.” I cup her face in my hand and she twists, pressing her mouth to my thumb. The instinctive motion makes my dick throb anew. I brush the pad of my thumb against her plush lower lip, watching intently as she parts for me and takes the digit into her mouth.
Sucking on a stranger’s thumb.
Showing me what her mouth can do.
What a good girl.
I groan as her tongue pulls against my flesh, lapping at me with an eagerness that makes my head spin.
“Is that what you want?” I murmur. “Something in your mouth?”
Her eyes go wide and she stops sucking.
Maybe not.
I ease my thumb out of her mouth and kiss her instead.
“I liked it,” I whisper against her lips before trailing my mouth along her jaw to her ear. “But I’m not asking for anything more than you want to give. And if you don’t mind, I’d rather do the sucking and licking first.”
“What do you mean?” Her words come out soft and slow, a little kiss-drunk.
“Let me love your breasts first.” I kiss my way down her neck.
Suck at her collarbone.
And then nose my way between her breasts, plumped up by my hands.
