Page 120 of The Renegade Billionaire
“It’s important. I’m not looking for a quick fuck here, sunshine. I want to date you, get to know you, and yes, I really want to fuck you, but I’ll take the blue balls if that means I do this the right way with you.”
Utter disbelief—that’s what her expression says now. Fucking disbelief.
“You say that as if you’re planning on staying,” she says so quietly I read her lips to make sure I heard her correctly.
“I—I…” I fumble for words. “The truth is, I don’t know what the future holds, but here, with you, I feel at home. I don’t only want to explore your body, Madison. I want to explore your mind, our connection, this town. Can we just take this one step at a time?”
“Starting with me becoming your girlfriend?” The dimple on her right cheek attempts to make an appearance.
“Yes, starting with you becoming my girlfriend.”
“I don’t think people actually say boyfriend or girlfriend anymore. They say dating.”
“No.”
She blinks twice.
“No, because dating implies that there may be other people involved, and that is not happening.”
The shimmering of her eyes would knock me to my ass if I weren’t already sitting.
“Then I guess I’m your girlfriend.”
Very slowly, I kiss the corner of her mouth, but not on the lips. I said I was going to make her work for this kiss, and I intend to do just that.
“Say it again.” My hands continue to knead and squeeze the soft flesh of her breasts.
“I’m your girlfriend.” She gasps when I pinch her nipples. “I’m your girlfriend, and I want to have sex with you right now.”
I chuckle into her neck.
“Telling me what you want makes me so fucking hard. Give me more.”
“Oh, please, Braxton. Please—I— When you talk so filthy, when you tell me what to do. It makes me feel…sexy and—and wanted.”
Her admission locks a chain around my soul and tosses away the key.
Moving as one, I flip us so her back is flat on the sofa. “I didn’t plan this very well. This fucking sofa is tiny.”
“It’s a loveseat,” she says.
I glide my palms up her smooth legs around to the outside of her thighs and lift her dress as I go. I’m watching her closely for any sign that she doesn’t want this, but she only bites her bottom lip until it turns white, so I climb higher.
“Then I suppose we should make love on it.”
Her neck works to swallow, but her back arches when I reach the apex of her thighs.
“Oh, crap.” Her hands come down to hold mine through the dress that’s dangerously close to showing me heaven. “Ah, I wasn’t expecting this, so I’m, how do you say this? Oh God, this is embarrassing. I didn’t. I mean I haven’t. I forgot to?—”
“Are you trying to tell me you’re au naturel down here?” I run my thumbs up the center of her panties and grind my teeth when I find them soaking wet.
“Mm-hmm.” She nods frantically, and I groan into her open thighs.
“Sweetheart, I’ll take you any way you want to give yourself to me.”
Her little button nose scrunches up.
“Trust me, a little hair will not deter me.”
