The Millionaire Affair (Love in the Balance 3) - Page 49

She laughed again, a weak, dry sound. “That was only half of item number one?” she managed.


“Yes.”


Half. Good Lord, she might die by the time they got to the second thing. Whatever that was.


Kimber opened her eyes lazily, legs shaking as he helped her stand. She followed his backward steps to the bed, the gold and green flowered comforter rumpled where she’d lain and waited for him minutes ago. Or hours ago? She had no idea. It was like she’d fallen into some sort of lusty black hole. When he got her to the bed, she fell gracelessly onto a pillow.


“Is this how you’re going to react after every orgasm?” he teased. He crawled over top of her, his pants brushing against her legs.


Wait. Pants? She was stark naked and he was still wearing pants. No fair.


“Because we won’t get very far if you require lengthy recovery after each one,” he continued.


After each one. Normally, she considered herself lucky to get one orgasm. And that last one was about five times better than any she’d had in the past. The way he talked, he had several planned. The tantalizing promise of more returned the strength to her fingers.


She unbuttoned his pants. “Guess I’d better buck up, then.”


He grinned and she eyed the dent in his chin. He was so gorgeous it hurt her heart a little. No hearts, she reminded herself sternly. No heartstrings. No fluffy, bouncy, rainbow poodles.


Right. Just sex. Well, obviously not just sex. More like delicious, amazing, consensual, walk-away-without-regrets sex. She could handle that. She could handle a whole lot of that.


She slid his pants past his hips, over a pair of black boxer briefs and the same jutting bulge she’d brushed her fingers over earlier. He sucked in a breath between his teeth when she grazed the back of her hand over his erection.


There wasn’t anything more fun than watching his control ebb. His nostrils flared, teeth bared in an almost grimace as she slipped her hand past the last barrier of cotton.


“What’s next on your list?” She massaged the length of his shaft. “Tell me,” she demanded.


His eyes had grown dark. He kept his gaze on her and wet his lips to answer. “Ladies choice,” he said in a near growl.


She squeezed him. He grunted. She squeezed again and he slid up her body and kissed her hard, his tongue invading her mouth, his teeth scraping her lips. She drank him in but didn’t stop her intimate massage. Not yet. He wasn’t so in charge now, was he? He wasn’t slow and intentional. Since he’d delighted in torturing her, it seemed only fair to return the favor.


“Losing some of your control, I see,” she said. She toed away his pants, slipping them down his legs. When they got tangled at his shins, he wrestled himself free with one hand, bracing his weight with his other arm. When the muscles lengthened and tightened there, she grasped his bicep with her free hand and pursed her lips. “Nice.”


The nudge of his erection pressed against her core. Oh, no he didn’t. She’d had about enough of him calling the shots. She pressed her palms into his chest. “On your back.”


His eyes narrowed but she could see the flare of excitement there. He wanted to let go. To let her have her way with him.


“You said I could get whatever I wanted.” She was paraphrasing, but whatever. He was in no position to argue. “Lie down.”


He obeyed and she climbed on top of him. He caught her hips in his hands. “Like on the patio,” he said. “You like this position.”


“You’re about to like it, too,” she promised, moving one of his hands above his head and anchoring it to the pillow. She lifted his other hand, and his eyes darkened to almost black. “Don’t move.” Oh yeah. He liked this. He watched her under hooded lids, his muscular chest heaving as she pulled his briefs down his legs and freed his springing erection.


Wow. His penis was as beautiful as the rest of him. Long and hard, yet velvety soft. It bobbed. She met his eyes and he grinned. The site of an easy grin on Landon’s face nearly undid her. He was so relaxed, so easy to be with right now. No shutters blocking out the light in his eyes. No proper rigidity protecting him like armor.


Tin Man, my ass.


Afraid her thoughts were straying outside of the confines of their agreement, she licked her lips seductively, thrilling when he tensed. She cupped his balls and his smile vanished. She was okay with that. He could smile later, when she was done with him. Lowering her head, she took him into her mouth. His body bucked the moment her tongue stroked him.


She pulled the most exquisite groan from his throat and mentally high-fived herself.

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