Page 39 of How to Win the Wild Billionaire

“One more thing?”

Impatience warred with desire as both emotions danced across his face. “Getting impatient here, Adair,” Digby muttered.

She loved the fact that she could make him growl. Not being very experienced in dirty talk or in the art of seduction, she looked for words to turn him on. Though, judging by his tented towel, he was already halfway there. “I’d like to spend the weekend in your arms, in your bed.”

“Excellent news,” Digby muttered.

She could tell him; she was sure he’d understand. He knew that Olivia and her happiness and stability were her driving force. “It’s just that, when we are back in Cape Town, I can’t—”

Digby placed his broad hand over her mouth and shook his head. “No, sweetheart. No explanations, not now. I just want to love you.”

Oh, thank God. Wonderful.

“Right now, I think it’s time the kissing began,” Digby murmured, pulling her against his body. He started at the corner of her mouth and Bay felt the tilt of his lips as he smiled. Tension and stress swirled away as his hands ran over her shoulders, down her arms, up her sides. Holding her rib cage with both hands, he spread his fingers and his thumbs brushed her nipples. They immediately flowered under his attention. Her tongue met his in a long, lust-soaked tangle and Bay noticed that he went from hard to concrete in a nanosecond. She was back, in his arms, in his life, for this weekend.

It felt more than right.

It felt like perfection.

Bay ran her hands up Digby’s back, over his butt, across his stomach. Her fingers danced over his six-pack and hit the band of his towel. Unhooking the edges, she allowed it to fall to the deck. That was the first barrier; the second was the ties of his board shorts. Undoing the knot, she loosened the ties and pushed the fabric down his hips and past his knees and then dropped the shorts to the deck. Her hand unerringly found him, encircled him, her thumb sweeping across the tip while her mouth supplied him with emotion-soaked kisses.

“Let’s get your clothes off, sweet Bay.”

While it would be wonderful to make love outside, she still had to consider Olivia waking up and needing her. “Can we take this somewhere a little more private?” Bay asked him. “We have a child in the house.”

It took a moment for Digby to remember Olivia and when he did, he nodded. Taking Bay’s hand again, he picked up his towel and shorts and, walking naked across the deck, led her to the end of it. They turned the corner and stepped onto a semiprivate deck. Two more loungers lay outside what she knew to be the master bedroom, and Digby sat down on a lounger and guided her to sit on his bare thighs. She was still dressed in her T-shirt and shorts and she wanted him to rip the clothes from her body, feeling like they were slowly constricting her.

She wanted to be naked.Now.

“Digby,” she pleaded as he dropped kisses on her jawline.

“Mmm...?”

“I’ve got far too many clothes on and I need your hands on me.”

“Do you?” Digby smiled as he toyed with the hem of her T-shirt. “You sound a bit impatient, darling.”

“You have no idea,” Bay grumbled, holding his chin and jaw with one hand before covering his mouth with hers. She sighed when he allowed her tongue to slide in, to explore his masculine mouth. She’d missed him; she’d missed this so much. Making love to Digby made her feel powerful, like a pagan woman, put on this earth to pursue pleasure.

Loving Digby made the world stop, problems fade.

But kissing Digby and only having his hands resting on her waist wasn’t doing it for her. She needed him wild and passionate and out of control.

“Digby, if you don’t start touching me, I’m going to lose it,” Bay warned him, after pulling her mouth off his.

“We can’t have that now, can we?” He lifted her to sit closer to his knees and spread her legs wider. Bay gasped as Digby slid his hands up her inner thighs, under the loose cotton of her shorts, his knuckles flirting with her feminine, intimate area. He rubbed and teased but it wasn’t enough; she wanted more. She wanted everything he could give her.

“Digby!”

“Patience, my darling Bay. Teasing you is half the fun.”

Bay sucked in her breath when his index finger pushed under the material of her thong and slid into her moist channel. Her head tipped back. “Digby, ah. Jeez, that feels good.”

“Take off your bra and shirt, sweetheart.”

Bay whipped her T-shirt off, flicked open the clasp to her bra and tossed the garments away. Then Digby’s hot mouth was on her nipple and a bolt of heat, sensation and pure power flashed through her system, and Bay found herself teetering on the edge of a powerful wave, waiting to fly down its massive face.

Digby held her eyes as his second finger joined the first and he brushed her bundle of nerves with his thumb. “Do I make you feel good, Bay?”

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