Crushing on my Billionaire Best Friend - Jolie Day Page 0,75

I kicked open the door to my bedroom and tossed her down onto the comforter. I moved over her, supporting my weight on my elbows. “From this day on, you won’t say another word about your beautiful body.” I smoothed my hand along the length of her.

With one tug, I removed her towel, her naked body in front of me. “You’re fucking perfect.”

23

Laney

I stopped laughing when I looked into Oliver’s eyes and saw just how serious he was. His gaze was filled with a hunger that only solidified his words. He wasn’t just telling me my body was perfect. He truly believed it, and I believed what he’d said.

His lips crashed against mine, parting them with his tongue. Within seconds of losing myself there, I felt the cool air of his bedroom drifting over my skin. The chill across my chest was quickly remedied by his hot mouth, sucking my nipples one at a time. He drew away, taking a step back to admire my body again.

A slight smile curved the corner of his mouth, and I could see the evidence of his arousal standing firmly beneath his pants. “And I’m going to fuck this bullshit you keep telling yourself out of you—starting today.” His words came out as a growl.

Yes, please, a tiny voice whispered in my mind. I could only nod and lick my lips.

He lowered his body over mine again and kissed my face. My heart pounded as his hands spread across my shoulders. I relished his scent and the feeling of his palms sliding down my skin.

It was slower and more intentional than the first time. My brain screamed that we needed to stop. This was a terrible idea. But all my reasoning rapidly flew out the window. I didn’t have the willpower to fight it when he was already so close, with our tongues tangled together in the perfect dance.

I moaned with the feeling of him, rock hard and pulsing in my grip. I wrapped my hand around his girth to tease him, which sent his other hand clawing into the skin of my thigh. My head fell back against the pillow in surrender as he trailed kisses down to my center. His lips brushed against me, filling me with so much warmth and wetness I thought I might explode. I felt myself opening up for him, desperate to be filled with so much more.

He nibbled along my inner thigh and stared up, his eyes burning into me. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I’m sorry if anybody ever made you doubt that—if I ever made you doubt it. God, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the last time.”

Everything inside of me twisted and turned. I was all tied up with knotted nerves, bursting with so many thoughts and feelings. It was overwhelming. I wanted to know what he meant. And why is it any different now?

His taste and his touch—I seemed to know what to do with that. But anything beyond that was terrifying. I knew what to do with his heart and feelings, too. I’d been waiting for the chance to prove it to him. It was my heart in his hands that I was far more concerned with.

But I couldn’t think of that right now—I wouldn’t—only his touch, his mouth, his hands, his body.

“Me, too,” was all I managed to say. I was breathless with anticipation.

“Oh?” He had a devilish glint in his eyes, teasing one finger against my tingling skin that was dying to be touched. “In that case, I shouldn’t keep you waiting.”

God, I loved when he talked dirty to me. Before I could get a single word out, he bent down and sucked me into his mouth. All my words and reservations melted with the feeling of his hot tongue spreading across my pulsing bundle of nerves.

A whimper escaped my mouth as I clenched the sheets in my fists. My entire body was on fire, and the friction of his stubble only made it grow. I sank into the bed, at the mercy of his lips and tongue, until I was shaking and close to exploding.

“Let me show you how perfect I think you are.”

I moaned, biting my lip to contain my cries. His tongue continued its circling motion, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.

“You’re delicious and perfect.” The vibrations of his voice sent a tremor roaring against my sex, hurtling me over the edge.

Wave after wave, Oliver rode out my orgasm. He brought his head up, and