Page 14 of The Billionaire's One-Night Baby

Emboldened, she pulled his shirt out from the band of his suit trousers and slid her hand under the fabric, allowing her fingers to skate over his ridged abdomen, his ribcage, through a light smattering of hair and over his flat nipples. She felt his tension, knew he was holding his breath, and when he spoke his voice was growly with frustration.

‘Are we doing this or not, Dodi?’

Oh, yeah, they were. She couldn’tnot. She looked up at him through her long lashes and started to undo the remainder of his shirt buttons, pushing aside his shirt and vest to lie her hot mouth against his skin.

Jago placed his hand against her cheek, his thumb gently lifting her chin so that she had to look into his eyes. ‘I need you totellme that I can take you to bed, Elodie Kate.’

She nodded, but his eyes told her that her gesture wasn’t good enough, so she licked her lips and forced the words over her dry tongue. ‘Yes, Jago, just for tonight.’

‘Thank God,’ Jago muttered. He stepped closer to her, his fingers dipping down and lifting the hem of her dress to her thighs, and slid his thigh between her legs, creating a little friction, a lot of heat. Passion clouded his eyes as her hands skated over his wide chest. He brushed his thumb against her lip, over the throbbing pulse point in her throat, across one erect nipple.

So good, so amazingly wonderful.

Dodi didn’t know that she’d spoken aloud until he responded. ‘You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I can feel your heat on my leg, and I bet that if I put my hand between your legs I’ll find you wet.’

Dodi released a breathy whimper.

His hand on her lower back pulled her against him and his erection jumped against the fabric of his suit trousers. ‘Let me see you. I need to see if my imagination matches up to reality.’

His hands found the side zip to her dress, and he slowly, tantalisingly pulled it down, allowing the warm summer air to touch her skin. He unhooked the catch at the top of the zip and lifted the halter-neck over her head, exposing her pale cream braless chest to his heated gaze. She wanted to cover up but the admiration in his eyes gave her courage. He smiled as he skimmed his finger over her freckle-covered chest. ‘You are more beautiful than I thought. And I love every dot,’ he murmured, curling his hand around one of her breasts, always smaller than she’d like. He bent his head, sucked her nipple inside his mouth and Dodi whimpered with pleasure, sliding her fingers into his hair to hold him there.

Her dress whispered away, and Dodi found herself lying against the cool fabric of his duvet, with Jago exploring her body with his tongue and lips and those large, gentle hands.

She could lie here for ever, a goddess being worshipped, feeling languid and loved.

Jago pulled away from her to kick off his shoes, to discard his shirt and vest. She half sat, resting on her elbows as he revealed his big, beautiful body, fascinated by his arms bulging with muscle, the raised veins under the skin, his long, powerful legs. Broad hands and feet, and his fallen-angel face.

He was every inch a man and she felt feminine and powerful, a combination of goddess and muse.

Jago joined her on the bed and leaned over her, his mouth an inch from her own.

‘One night, Elodie Kate, and let’s make it one to remember.’

‘One night, Jago. Kiss me...please.’

His eyes slammed into hers and she pushed her head back into the pillow, stunned by the blistering heat in his gaze. He wanted her. She was astonished by how much. Was there anything as wonderful as being the object of a hot, sexy guy’s complete attention? She didn’t think so.

Dodi ran her hands down his chest, her fingers flirting with the snap on his trousers. Jago looked down at her hands and smiled. ‘Feel free to explore.’

‘I would, but you haven’t kissed me yet,’ Dodi murmured.

He didn’t need to be told twice, and as his skilled tongue slid into her mouth she—somehow—managed to push his trousers and his underwear down his hips, exposing gorgeous masculine skin she couldn’t wait to explore. The dip of his spine, his long muscles flowing over his hips, his firm and masculine butt. After he removed the last of his clothing, Dodi lifted her hand to touch his face. She stroked her thumb over his jaw, along his cheekbone, explored the shell of his ear, dragged the tips of her fingers through the scruff on his face. If she only got to do this once—whose stupid idea was that?—she wanted to be able to pull up this memory. In years to come, she wanted to remember how he smelled, the heat of his skin, the rich taste of his mouth.

Dodi sighed as Jago’s hands moved up and down her back, over her butt, up her sides, and onto her breasts. His touch was confident and assured. He was a man who knew how to touch a woman and make her burn.

Jago’s fingers speared into her hair and he gripped the back of her head, taking their kiss deeper. With her entire focus on him and what he was doing to her, Dodi felt her control slipping away, superseded by the need for her to know him, in the most intimate way a woman could know a man. She tilted her hips up, needing to connect with his erection, to feel his need. For her.

So much need.

Jago moaned, a deep, guttural grunt of approval, and Dodi felt her panties slide down her hips, and, with no hesitation, he parted her legs and dragged his fingers across her feminine folds. Dodi whimpered and then gasped when his finger pushed inside her, his thumb on her tiny, responsive bundle of nerves.

‘Condom,’ Jago panted, pulling back to reach over her to open a bedside drawer. He pulled out a packet, ripped it open with an impatient curse and rolled it down his shaft. Resting his hands on either side of her head, he stared down at her, his eyes the colour of molten silver. ‘You are exquisite, Elodie Kate.’

Emboldened by his compliment, Dodi streaked her hands over his upper body, trying to touch him wherever she could. She was burning up, a rocket flying through the atmosphere, and she needed him to push her through to the other side. ‘Jago, I need you. Inside me. Now!’

He didn’t argue, didn’t hesitate, just entered her with one long, sure, perfect stroke. Dodi’s legs encircled his hips and she pushed her nails into his firm butt, groaning with approval as he kissed her mouth, his tongue winding around hers.

He didn’t move, but Dodi could feel his arms shaking, felt the tension in his neck, his back. Dodi jerked her hips up, trying to find her release, and softly cursed when Jago pulled back, keeping her hovering on the edge. Ducking his head, he pushed her breasts up so her nipples could meet his mouth.

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