The Billionaire's Fake Fiancee - Lauren Wood Page 0,26
and wouldn’t let myself cave?
I decided a glass or two of wine would either help me find the answer or forget the question. After that and a nice, long hot bath, I figured I’d feel like myself again. I could forget all about him and his rock-hard abs and kissable lips and charming smile. Even more importantly, I’d forget that he was a self-proclaimed commitment-phobe womanizer, and that every tryst with him only planted me dangerously close to falling down into a dark hole I would have a hard time digging myself back out of.
But the wine and steam from the running bath water got me thinking … Was I really so vulnerable that I had to deny myself something I so desperately craved just to protect myself? It was only the sex I wanted, right? Of course it was. It had to be. Because that’s all he was capable of giving me.
And I wasn’t exactly playing by his rules. I did turn him down and send him off with his tail between his legs. He probably started scrolling through his contacts the minute I stormed off, hunting for the next woman to bang. Why should that girl get to have all the fun?
I took another big drink of wine and decided that if he came to me, I still won. And when that orgasm washed over me by his hands, I would win all over again.
Before I had time to change my mind, I whipped out my phone and started firing off texts. I was surprised when he responded right away. By the time he showed up, his mouth gaping, and towered over my naked body in the bathtub, I knew I had definitely made the right decision.
“Are you just going to stand there or what?” I asked him, seductively raising one eyebrow and taking another sip of wine.
“But I thought …”
“Forget what I said before.” I sank back into the water and snaked my fingers between my legs to give him a head start. “You’re here now. What are you going to do about it?”
A look of blistering desire washed over his face as he walked over and kneeled down beside the tub. He dipped his hand into the water, letting his fingers relieve mine. I moaned with relief. I had been thinking about his touch all day, and I couldn’t believe I came so close to denying myself.
“Oh my god,” he murmured as he slipped his fingers inside of me under the soapy water.
“I’ll second that,” I gasped with a smile.
“Come here,” he growled, reaching in to pull my wet body from the water. I couldn’t believe how effortlessly he lifted me up to his body. Though with those biceps, it shouldn’t have surprised me one bit.
Not caring that I was getting his clothes soaking wet, he wrapped my legs around his waist and moved me over to the bathroom counter. I braced myself against it with my hands as he dropped down between my legs. I noticed him taking in a deep whiff of the strong lavender scent still wafting from my skin before he jutted out his tongue and gently flicked it along my tingling bundle of nerves.
I let out a loud cry as he flattened his tongue across me, lapping me up from top to bottom. He moved faster and slid his fingers back inside of me. I squirmed and grabbed my breasts, massaging my nipples in rhythm with the movements of his tongue.
“Oh god, Ben, yes,” I called out breathlessly.
He worked me over until I was bucking against his mouth, soaking up as much of his touch and tongue as I could get. It started as a slow tingling, then ripped through me like an explosive tidal wave.
He rose to his feet again, eyeing me with a hunger that let me know he was far from finished with me.
“Your shirt’s all wet,” I grinned, reaching for the top button. “We better get it off of you.”
His lips crashed back into mine with a fury as I fumbled with the buttons, one by one. When I freed that gorgeous body from the soaked fabric, he looked down to his pants.
“These are wet too, you know.”
“Oh?” I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him back, dropping down to my knees in front of him as I unbuckled his belt and tugged the zipper.
I licked my lips once his boxers were tossed to the side, and I had that glorious rock-hard erection spilling out into my hand.