Page 42 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire
“Too hot,” she mumbles against my neck, where she’s buried her face. “Take them off.”
“Willa, wake up.” I stroke my hand down her bare spine. “You’re naked.”
“Mmm, you should take advantage of that.”
My cock is all in favor of that plan.
“But what about the PJ plan to get back at me?”
“That was silly. Wasn’t that silly?” She licks my neck, making my pulse jump.
I groan. “Are you all the way awake?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not taking advantage of you in a vulnerable state?”
“If anything, I’m taking advantage of you. Look at Mr. Thorne, all buttoned-up in his flannel PJs…” She pushes herself up, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than my disheveled fiancée, naked above me, trying to work the world’s tiniest buttons in the near dark.
With a frustrated little grunt, she grabs both sides of my shirt and tears it open, sending buttons flying.
“Oops,” she says.
This sweet, young thing is going to be the death of me, and I’ll die happy.
“I want you so much,” she whispers. “I’ve always wanted you. Even when I was scared. Even when I was alone and thought you’d forgotten me.”
“Never.” I pull her down so I can give her my mouth. I’m done with waiting, done with being noble. Four months of hunger pours into this kiss. She tastes like paradise, like home, like she’smine.
Her small hands fumble with my pajama pants, and I help her, desperate to feel her hands on my cock.
“Touch me,” she begs as she begins to stroke me.
I cup her breasts reverently, testing their new weight again, brushing my thumbs over those sensitive peaks. She gasps and arches into my touch, so responsive it makes my cock throb.
“Don’t be quiet,” I murmur, then lift my mouth to take one nipple into my mouth. “I love hearing you.”
She clutches at my hair, holding me against her as I suck and lick, alternating between her breasts until she’s writhing her hips down towards my cock.
“Please,” she whimpers. “I need...”
She’s dripping wet, her arousal coating her inner thighs.
“I know. Me too, gorgeous.”
My cock is so hard it’s painful.
Somehow, we come together.
“I need to be inside you,” I growl, pulsing my hips as she wriggles on top of me. Her belly hides my view, but that’s intoxicating in itself. “Need to feel you around me. Need to claim you properly this time.”
“Yes. Please.”
Then the head of my cock notches more properly at her entrance. She’s so wet and ready that with the right angle, she starts to slide down my shaft as if we were made for each other.
As she sinks onto me, taking me into her body, I make it very clear what this means to me. “You’re mine, Willa. My future wife. The mother of my children. Mine.”
“Yours,” she agrees with a pant.
