Page 51 of Billionaire's Promise
"Y…yes." She nods.
"I’ll tell you why I’m so angry that I can’t think straight."
I grip her chin and she shudders.
I press down on her lower lip until her mouth opens. Her eyes widen. Color sweeps up her skin. Her chest rises and falls, the nipples puckered and hard and pointing up at me, beckoning to me, beseeching me to squeeze them, tug on them, tweak them so hard that she feels it all the way to the sweet spot between her legs. The soft flesh there contracting, swelling, and filled with heat and wetness, so when I finally take her, I’ll slam right into her, up to the hilt. When I finally cram my dick inside her tight little pussy, she’ll be ready and willing and open. She’ll take all of me, she’ll clamp her cunt around my shaft and—
A moan bleeds from her lips and I lower my gaze to her mouth. "Why did you have to be so delectable, so gorgeous, so fucking beautiful, inside and out?"
She swallows. I lower my head and breathe in the exotic perfume of jasmine, and below that, the lush scent of raspberries.
My cock instantly hardens. The blood drains to my groin and my pulse throbs behind my eyelids, at my temples, in my fucking balls. I raise my head and stare into her eyes, "Fuck you, for what you do to me, and fuck me, for what I am going to do to the both of us."
She parts her lips, "What do you—?"
I close my mouth over hers.
17
Ava
Omigod, his lips are hard and soft at the same time and his tongue... He thrusts it inside my mouth as if he owns it, possesses it, owns me, and in a way, he does. Since he’d hauled me up from my freefall on the sidewalk as I’d watched Edward pull away, and he’d taken care of me and carried me inside the house, I’d known then that I need him. Is that why Edward had asked him to take care of me? Had he known that I’d need him? Since when had I become so dependent on another? I’d had enough courage of conviction to drop out of med school and pursue a career of my own; the kind that most people don’t take seriously. And that hadn’t bothered me. I had been so sure of myself, knew I had to do it to satisfy that need inside of me that only I felt. The ability to create a dance, to flow with the music, to feel the rhythm in my bones…that…was certainty.
This hot stabbing sensation in my chest, as this man pushes his lips into mine. As he releases my seat belt and pulls me to him, hauls me across the center console of the SUV and onto his lap; as he grips my hips, fits me over his crotch so his hard throbbing shaft settles between my legs? This… I have no idea what to make of it. It had been similar…yet different, with Edward. With him, every encounter had been fraught with tension, and the knowledge that it was forbidden. All of which had only made it even more erotic, more exciting, more real… More everything. With Edward…it had been this sensation that I couldn’t resist as he’d drawn me closer, closer within his reach, his pull, his magnetic presence that had floored me, as I’d felt guilty and known that there couldn’t possibly be a future between us.
With Baron…the sensations are as strong, and yet, it feels freer, bigger, wider. Like he is larger than life and consuming me, owning me, imprinting his touch into my skin as he wraps his fingers around my throat in a gesture I am coming to recognize as uniquely his.
He presses his thumb down on my chin, forcing me to open my mouth wider, and he angles his head and shoves his tongue across mine. His lips flatten mine, his teeth clash against mine, and suddenly, I am straining against him. I throw my arm around his shoulders, or as much as I can reach, that is. I thrust my breasts into the hard planes of his chest and a groan rumbles from him. He digs his fingers into my hair and tugs. My scalp tingles and heat burns down my spine. My thighs clench and his hard length seems to grow even bigger, thicker, throbbing between us, digging into my soft center as he tilts his head and seems to eat me alive.
"Fuck," he whispers into my mouth and the strength of his intention seems to thicken, deepen until it presses down on the both of us. He tears his mouth from mine, stares up into my eyes. "Jesus, what you do to me, Eve."
"Eve," I clear my throat, "you called me Eve."
"Did I?" He frowns.
I nod. "It’s what Edward called me too."
His face hardens and his jaw tics.
"It's just... It's too much of a coincidence that both of you call me by the same nickname, you know?"
A vein pops at his temple, and damn it, so maybe I shouldn’t have said it, and definitely I shouldn't have mentioned Edward's name, but the thing is... It really is weird as hell that Baron calls me by the same nickname.
"You have to admit, it's a bit strange?" I prod.
"When Edward called me and asked me to return to watch out for you, he referred to you as Eve. I guess the name must have stuck in my head," he finally says. "Also," his gaze intensifies, "you look like an Eve."
"Oh?" I swallow. "What does an Eve look like?"
"Tempting, luscious, a siren who entrapped me the moment I set eyes on her."
My thighs clench and my toes curl. "O-o-k-a-y," I stutter.
"Is that all you have to say, Eve?" He lowers his face, to the junction of where my neck meets my shoulder. He sniffs, drawing in my scent, and something hot unfurls in my belly.
"Sexy Eve. Curvy Eve. Luscious Eve, who I can't wait to get my hands on. I should regret feeling the way I do about you, but you know what?"
"What?" I squeak.
