Beauty in the Billionaire's Bed - Page 36

‘I don’t want you to be disappointed.’

He was breathing deeply, his chest rising and falling, a dark flush in his cheekbones. Reaching up, he cupped her chin, his grey gaze skimming over her throat, her collarbone, her breasts...

‘Listen to me, Frankie, you do not disappoint.’

Her belly clenched as he brushed the thumb across her lips.

‘And, just for the record, it’s my job to satisfy you—not the other way round.’

She felt wetness between her thighs, and she dragged in a strangled breath as he dropped to his knees and kissed his way down her body, his roughened hands stroking her until she shook with need.

She didn’t remember it being like this. He made her want him so much.

Gently, he pushed her legs open, dipping his fingers into her slick heat, and then she felt his warm breath on the skin of her thighs as he parted her with his tongue.

Her head fell back, and she swayed, her fingers tightening around the lip of the table. Heat flared inside her and she dragged in another breath, trying to clear the dizziness from her head.

But his tongue was relentless.

Teasing, taking, tasting.

No one had ever touched her like this.

She felt helpless and hungry. His touch was dissolving her, the pleasure building as his hands slid under her bottom and he raised her up to meet his mouth.

The ball of heat inside her was pulsing in time with his tongue and her hands caught in his hair, holding him steady. She was lifting herself up, the pleasure tipping almost into pain as she rocked faster and faster, and then she spasmed, muscles tightening, tensing...

Heart thudding, she held on to him as he stood up, his eyes finding hers. Her hand slid over his stomach to the buckle of his belt, freeing him before she wrapped her hand around his hard length.

His breath hitched. ‘Turn round,’ he said hoarsely, and she felt a ripple of need shiver across her skin.

His hands gripped her waist and she braced herself, head spinning, as his lips trailed down her neck. She heard the sound of something being torn and dazedly realised that she had been too caught up in her climax to remember a condom.

He pushed into her slowly, his breath vibrating against her throat, and then he reached round her to cup her breasts as he started to move.

Her belly clenched as his hand moved to her clitoris, and she felt him accelerate in time to the second climax building inside her. Then he tensed, groaning, his big body engulfing her, his head falling against her shoulder.

For a moment he lay against her, breathing raggedly. and then he pulled back. Glancing down, she saw herself as he did. Skirt rucked up about her waist, bare legs, high heels...

Her breath caught. She felt stunned. She had never done anything like that before. Never felt what he had made her feel.

‘I...’ she said, searching for words. But there were none.

Their eyes met, and his gaze sent flickers of feeling everywhere.

Was this—? Should they—? Did he—?

She had loved how his body felt on hers, and she was suddenly desperate to touch him. Only she knew that if she touched him it would start up again, and that might ruin everything. This was enough. It had to be enough.

Leaning down, she scooped up her jumper and pulled it over her head. ‘I should probably go up now. I’ve got to pack.’

He stared at her, tall, silent, his eyes dark, his face expressionless.

‘Then I’ll let you go,’ he said.

It was the right thing to do. The only thing to do. But it took every ounce of willpower she had to walk past him into the dark corridor.

CHAPTER SIX

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