Christmas with the Billionaire (Holiday Encounters Book 1) (7 page)

I scraped my bottom lip with my teeth, staring up at him as need pulsed through me, unsure of how to get what I wanted—his hands on me, his mouth on me.

But I didn’t need to worry long. He dropped his mouth back to my neck as his hands slid over my waist and then up my side, one hand sliding around to tease upward toward my breast. The other slid up to sink into my hair, holding me still as he moved up to claim my lips again.

His lips hit mine hard. There was no teasing, no hesitating. He dove in and stroked my tongue with his. The feeling of him plunging his tongue inside, tasting me, devouring me, made me wild. I slid my hands from his shoulders, down his back, and up again. I could only put together one coherent thought—
too many clothes
.

I moved my hands restlessly over him, slipping around to find the front of his jacket.

With frantic passion more than finesse, I slid my hands underneath, working to push the thick cloth from his shoulders.

He chuckled against my mouth. “I guess you aren’t interested in slow anymore.”

I blinked up at him. Slow? I felt like I was about to burst into flames and he wanted to talk. The sultry voice that broke from me didn’t even sound like my own. “No, I don’t want slow.”

I continued to remove his jacket, struggling to slip it from between our bodies. He finally sat up and helped me. Before he had it completely off, my hands were moving to the buttons of his shirt, impatient to get to the warm skin underneath.

His hands moved to help me, unbuttoning from the top as mine moved up from the bottom. My hands shook with a combination of nerves and arousal. He’d really only kissed me so far and I felt completely out of control.

When our hands met in the middle, he smiled down at me. I let my hands drop as he peeled the gray shirt from his shoulders. Fascinated, I ogled him as the muscles across his shoulders and chest rippled as he tossed the shirt carelessly across the bed.

“Now you, sweetheart.”

I lingered over his bare chest for a moment before I swung my gaze up to meet his. I swallowed hard and a shudder moved through me. I was suddenly aware of how very little clothing I had on. A dress, a bra, panties, garters and stockings. In one pull, he could have my dress over my head and joining his shirt on the floor. And then this beautiful man with his sculpted chest and arms would be looking at more of me than pretty much anyone had ever seen. I bit my lip.

“What’s wrong?”

My eyes strayed from his. “I-I’m just...” I had no idea how to put words to my fears without sounding like a complete dork.

“Hey.” He leaned back down, the heat from the skin of his bare chest soaking into me wherever it touched.

I closed my eyes. I’d never felt so torn in my life. The feel of him on top of me made me want to strip myself naked and press every inch of my flesh to every inch of his. But years of fear held me back, the little voice in my head telling me once he saw me, all of me, I’d look up to see the naked desire gone from his expression, replaced by disappointment. Or worse, disgust.

I opened my eyes and stared up at him. His eyes held a mixture of dark desire and concern. The concern undid me.

Fuck it.
One night only. He brought me up here and I was going to have the night of my life.

With new determination, I placed a hand on his chest and pushed. Confusion crossed his features until I reached behind myself to tug down my zipper. I took a deep breath and then leaned up, pushing him back further until he sat up fully, straddling my legs.

I reached for the hemline and looked up at him. I resisted the urge to tug the dress over my head, toss it across the room and scramble under the sheets.

Instead, I lifted the hem of my dress, pulling it up slowly enough to tease him with each bit of exposed skin. As I inched it over my waist, the backs of my hands brushed his bare chest and a deep groan escaped him. His eyes followed my hands as they moved up my body, taking the dress with them. When my dress reached my chest, I crisscrossed my arms and shimmied and tugged until it was over my head and completely off. I tossed it over to tangle with his shirt on the floor.

Despite the quaking fear that warned me to run and hide, I leaned back on my elbows, letting him take in every inch of me.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. He moved so swiftly I had no chance to brace myself as he pushed me back down on the bed.

His hands moved from my shoulders, sliding down my arms until he reached my hands. He clasped them and brought them both up over my head. He used one hand to hold both wrists and pinned my hands to the mattress above me.

Eyes wide, I stared at him as a wicked grin curled up the corner of his lips. “Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea all the things I want to do to you.”

A shudder went through me, arching me into him. His smile widened. With his free hand, he caressed my jawline before trailing his hand over my neck and down to the top of my lacy black bra. He used one finger to trace over the curve of each cup, tantalizingly slow. I tried tugging free, needing to pull him closer to me, but he held tight.

“My turn,” he said.

Oh, boy. I stopped struggling, but couldn’t help the restless movement of my legs. He rewarded me by bending and using his tongue to trail along the same path his finger just took, licking and nibbling his way across the tops of my breasts.

My nipples hardened to tight peaks. I arched my back, offering them to him, wanting to feel his hands on me, his mouth. All of it. “Please.”

“I’ll take care of you,” he said, his voice a low growl. He brought his hand back up and, with a quick twist, unhooked the front clasp of my bra.

A gasp tore from me as he freed my breasts. His eyes dipped down and then darted back up to meet mine. “Gorgeous.”

He moved his head down to suckle one nipple, using his teeth and tongue to tug and tease. Intense, liquid pleasure flowed out from the point where his mouth did its work. I could feel a wet heat between my thighs and a long, low moan escaped me. I used my shoulders to push against the bed and offer more of myself to him.

He released his hold on my wrists as he moved to my other breast, sucking and nipping. His hands slid lower, shifting us so his erection pushed against my aching core. He rubbed himself against my panty-covered center.

My hands flew to his head at my breast, tangling and holding him there. He tugged harder with his mouth and then pulled away. He started to move down my body, using his tongue and teeth to nip, kiss, and stroke as he went. My hands slid to his shoulders.

As he moved lower, he pulled his hips back, ending the friction I craved.

“No,” I moaned.

He pulled up slightly and looked up at me. “Don’t worry. You’ll like what comes next even more.”

Desire rippled through me. God. God. Just the sound of his voice was making me crazy.

When his mouth resumed its path, his hand moved up between us. Again he used his finger to trace the top of my lingerie, this time my lacy panties. I shivered and froze in anticipation of what would come next.

His finger moved, hooking over the edge of my panties, sliding them with agonizing, deliberate slowness down and down some more. I breathed hard as his knuckle traced over my mound. He kneeled up on the bed, and moved both hands to my hips to slide my panties down my legs. His fathomless amber gaze followed the path my panties took, not looking up at me until he’d pulled them completely free of my legs.

As he slid them over my feet, he moved backward until he stood at the bottom of the bed. His eyes now traced their way back up my body, starting at my feet, over my legs still covered in black stockings, up to my wet center with its small, neatly trimmed patch of curls at the top, perfectly framed by the black lacy garter. He paused with his gaze stuck there for endless seconds before he resumed his inspection.

My hands dug into the comforter beneath me, my toes curling. The touch of his gaze left me as heated as if he actually touched me. I writhed on the bed and bit my lip to keep from begging him to put his hands on me, his mouth on me.

When his eyes had trailed their way up to my breasts, over each peak, up and up until our eyes met, the stark hunger I saw broke me. “Please. Come back here. Touch me.”

He didn’t say a word. Just held my stare as his hands went to his belt. When the sound of his belt making contact with the floor reached me, I couldn’t keep my eyes on his. They flew to where his hands were unbuttoning his pants and then easing them down. The pants fell to the floor.

The sight of this man, this beyond beautiful man, standing at the bottom of the bed in nothing but dark gray boxer briefs stole my control. When his thumbs were still in the band of his briefs, I twisted and crawled on my hands and knees to the foot of the bed. By the time I made it to the end, his dick was free and level with my face.

I stared. It was hot and full and hard, with a small dot of pre-cum on its tip. I licked my lips and looked up at him, my eyes traveling over every hard angle and plane.

“I want you to suck me,” he said.

I thought I was wet for him before, but my core clenched and became drenched with his words. I reached forward for his velvety shaft, running my hand up and down its length, my thumb tracing over the wetness on his tip. I pulled my hand back and licked my thumb.

He groaned and gripped the back of my head, using the fingers tangled in my long hair to pull me toward him. He didn’t let me take the time to lick and taste him. Instead, he used his hold on my hair to tug me hard enough that I had no choice but to part my lips and slide as much of him inside as I could take. When he hit the back of my throat, he paused and then moved his hips back, not letting go of my hair.

I balanced myself on one hand and moved the other to hold him at his base as he continued to slide himself back and forth over my tongue, touching the back of my throat each time before he pulled back.

The heat and hardness of him, his taste, his scent, were all working together to drive me crazy. The aching emptiness became almost unbearable.

“Mmm.” The sound escaped me as he slid inside once more. He stilled and his hand clenched and unclenched in my hair. Before I could blink, he pulled himself from my mouth, snatched me up under my arms, and had me on my back on the bed.

He followed me down and kissed me, hard and demanding before he pulled back and rasped, “I want to taste you before I bury myself in you.”

He didn’t take his time on this trip down my body. He slid down, pushed his face between my thighs and used both hands to hold my wet folds open. His tongue flicked over my clit, once and again, and I dug my heels into the mattress, my fingers scrambling to grab hold of the bed.

He lingered there a moment, his tongue grazing my clit before he moved down to lap at my wet center before plunging inside.

“Oh, yes.” My head moved back and forth against the pillow. Every nerve in my body tightened, my toes curling, as he thrust his tongue in and out, stopping every so often to nibble and lick my over-sensitized clit. He brought me right to the edge but before I could fall over, he stopped.

“No, please,” I begged.

But he slid away from me. I lifted my head as he leaned down to grab his pants. He pulled a foil packet from his wallet and ripped it open. I fought for breath as I watched him stand there and roll a condom down over his hard shaft. The moonlight streaming through the window behind him left him shadowed. He looked like something out of a dream.

When he turned his hooded eyes back to me, I trembled. In one rapid movement, he was back on the bed and over me. His hardness hit my wet center and he paused. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”

His question wrenched a throaty chuckle from me. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my entire life.”

He needed no more reassurance. As the last word left my lips, he drove inside me. I cried out, lifting my hips to meet his thrust.

“Hold on, baby,” he whispered in my ear.

I dug my fingers into his shoulders and raised my legs higher, gasping as he slid deeper. Then he started to move, slowly at first then faster. I met each thrust, crying out incoherently as I moved closer and closer to finding my release.

He leaned down to whisper by my ear. “That’s it, baby.”

“Nate,” I cried and bowed my back to meet another hard thrust.

“I’ve got you,” he said, picking up speed as he slid in and out of my hot core.

I dug my nails into his back, so close to tipping over the edge.

“So close,” I said on a moan.

“Just let go, sweetheart,” he rasped, pounding into me harder, once, twice, and as he moved in once more, it hit me. My eyes slammed shut as jolt after jolt of pleasure surged through me. My body bowed and every muscle went taut until I shattered, collapsing back onto the bed.

As I floated down, Nate continued to thrust. I kept my legs around him, holding him tight until moments later he found his own release. His body stiffened, pushing me down into the mattress. His sexy groan so close to my ear caused aftershocks to ripple over my skin. He collapsed onto me, and I took his weight, enjoying the feel of his bare skin against mine. I could stay like that forever.

But all too quickly, he shifted and rolled off the bed. “Be right back.”

“Okay.” I watched him walk, carelessly naked, to the bathroom. But why should he care? If I were him, I might never put clothes on.

God. God. As the intense pleasure faded from white-hot to a warm glow, the doubts didn’t waste any time creeping back in. I couldn’t believe I had sex with someone I just met.

And what now? Should I get dressed? Would he expect us to walk out of here and never see each other again?

Pain shot through my chest and I felt like I had to fight to get enough air to fill my lungs. Why did I have to wait until this precise moment to figure out that I was not made for casual sex?

I loved every second from the moment we walked through the door. But I only came up here with him because of the attraction I felt, unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I’d been working from some primal instinct from the moment I made the decision to come up here with him.