Page 36 of The Billionaire's Kiss
Chapter Fourteen
Orla
Pinching my cheeks to make them rosier, I scrunched my damp curls with my hands, then shook my head to get my hair to fall into place. Surveying my appearance, I deemed it cute and somewhat cuddly.
I hope he likes to cuddle after sex.
I’d always wanted a man who liked to cuddle instead of rolling over to sleep or completely get out of bed to shower right away.
It always bothered me when the man I’d just had sex with couldn’t get to the shower fast enough to wash off what he must’ve perceived as a foul stench.
Sex did have a distinct smell. And mixing all those fluids together could cause an unpleasant smell at times. But the hurry to wash? Rude, in my opinion. And if the smell was so bad, why not invite your lover to shower with you?
Although I’d never had a cuddler, I always wanted one. I closed my eyes and wished for that. One never knew when the wish fairy would be listening.
As I went into the room, I found Warner had turned all the lights off, save the one next to him. It illuminated him, making him appear ethereal. “You look fresh.”
“You look comfy.” I went around the bed to get in on the other side, taking notice of the television screen. “Oh good, you picked out a movie. What’s it about?” I crawled over the bed to get right next to him, making sure our shoulders touched, as well as our legs. His masculine presence alone was enough to excite me.
“It’s a romantic comedy.” He picked up the remote and started the movie. After he put it down, ran his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to him and sniffing my hair. “You smell good too.”
“So do you.” I inhaled his scent and sighed. “This is nice already.”
“I agree.” Snuggling down a bit, he pulled me towards him. “Let’s see if this movie interests us.”
I didn’t care what the movie was about. I wanted to enjoy being with him. We had four more days and nights together before I had to go home. I wanted to make the most of each one of them.
As we watched the movie, a scene came on, where the couple talked about birth control before they had sex. I took it as a sign to let Warner know that I was covered. “I’m on the pill too, by the way.”
“Good to know.” He kissed the top of my head as I moved to lay my head on his broad chest. “I’d hate to send you back to Ireland knocked up with a half American baby.”
“I’d hate it if you did that too.” I eased my hand down his thick upper thigh. The movie was alright, but it was him I was interested in.
He ran his hand up and down my spine. “You know that I’m not the type of man who would leave you high and dry with a bun in your oven, right?”
Just knowing that was good enough for me. I believed him. “You are honorable.”
“And you’re respectable.” His fingers moved along the top of my bottom.
I began unbuttoning his shirt, moving my hand over his muscular torso as I went from the bottom to the top. Rolling over on top of him, I pushed his shirt open and gazed at his finely structured body. “And you are well-built.”
He reached out and began unbuttoning my shirt. My body quivered as he moved up closer and closer to my breasts with each button he undid. He pushed the shirt off my shoulders, sending it to puddle on top of the blanket behind me. “You’re well-endowed.” He cupped my breasts in his big hands. “A bit more than a handful—perfectly sized for me.”
I laughed. “Maybe God created me just for you, Mr. Nash.”
“Maybe he did.” He drew me to him. “Let’s see if you taste as delicious as you look.”
My breath came out in a ragged wave as he kept pulling me until I was lying flat on him, our mouths coming together in a soft kiss. Our bare chests, flesh against flesh, only added more heat to the kiss. Feeling his skin on mine made me unbearably hot.
Every muscle in his torso rippled as he held me tightly then rolled over so he was on top. Although our pants were between us, I felt him growing larger as he grounded himself against my sex.
I wrapped my legs around him, urging him to continue his movements as he made my juices flow within me like wine. I moved my hands over his muscular back, running them up and down the small hills and valleys, moaning all the while.
His mouth left mine as he kissed a line along my neck, sending chills all through me. My nipples went rock hard. Warner growled, “You like that, huh?” He kissed a line down to one breast, then licked it a few times before sucking it into his mouth.
“Yes,” I whimpered as my body arched. “I like it very much.” His hair was soft as feathers as I moved my hands through it while he nipped and sucked my breast.
His mouth moved, kissing down the middle of my stomach, and then he took the elastic waistband of my pajama bottoms and pulled them off.
