The Billionaire’s Girlfriend Bet - Leslie North Page 0,30

had no idea how badly she wanted it. How badly she needed it. Not only had it been too long since she’d had sex, she’d been wanting Blake for too long.

“Where do you want it, babe?” His voice came out gravelly. Edged with raw passion. “I want you right here, but I’ll take you to the nearest couch. Or your bed, if you must.”

She giggled as his kisses trailed along her jawline. “Couch.”

He grunted, firming his hands beneath her ass before he carried her off down the hallway and into the living room. She wrapped her arms around his neck, relishing his strength beneath her, the way his biceps bulged as he carried her off. In the living room, he tossed her onto the couch, a little roughly but still not quite caveman level.

“You’re a sweet caveman, if anything,” she teased.

Blake smirked at her before he tore off his black running shirt, revealing washboard abs and all. Her mouth parted as she beheld him. Oh, lord. Maybe she’d be the one turning into a caveman here. Pure primal takeover and all.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Blake promised her, just before he knelt down in front of the couch. He made quick work of tugging her running pants off, popping her sneakers off in the process. She giggled once he tore the leggings off, leaving her in simple black panties. And truly, if she’d expected to arrive here—half naked on her own couch with Blake between her legs—she might have worn something fancier. But it was too late now.

Blake guided her to sit up, and then pushed her shirt up until he pulled it over her head. That left her in her panties and sports bra, which he seemed to gobble up.

“Damn, Michelle.” He traced his fingertips up along her thigh, toying with her panty line. “You know, there’s something about you that makes me want to be a gentleman.” He hooked his fingers under the fabric of her panties, his gaze searing through her. “But then I see you laid out like this and there’s no hope for that.”

Blake crushed his lips against hers, inviting a desperate, hungry kiss. He tugged her panties off while their tongues played, and then his thumb found the stiff peak of her clit. She gasped through the kiss, pleasure jolting through her, but his slow, lazy circles over her folds caused her to collapse back onto the couch. He grinned at her before pinching her clit.

“I just need this off,” he said, running a finger beneath the strap of her sports bra. “Like right now.”

Michelle drew a shaky breath, unsure if she was ready to fully bare herself to Blake. Sure, she was panties-less in front of him, legs spread and all, but there was something so intimate about being totally naked. He must have sensed her hesitation because he said, “I’d undress you myself but this sports bra looks like a challenge.”

“Trust me.” She sat up, grunting as she hoisted the thick material over her head until her breasts popped free. “It is.”

When she finally freed herself, she looked over to see Blake running his tongue over his bottom lip, looking at her like he planned to eat her alive.

“Okay,” he said. “You’re mine now.”

He yanked her by the hips, bringing her closer to the edge of the couch. And then he dipped his head between her legs, his lips skimming a damp trail over her lower belly. His heated gaze found hers before he dipped his head lower, finding the expectant nub of her clit.

She cried out, tossing an arm over her mouth out of habit. She didn’t like to make noise, and usually she was able to hold back. But with Blake? He’d gone straight for the gold, and it was hard not to appreciate that. She could count on one hand how many times her ex had gone down on her, and each time had been because she requested it.

“Oh, my God,” Blake murmured from between her legs, brushing his lips back and forth over her swollen folds. “You are so fucking wet.”

She was almost tempted to be embarrassed until she saw the fire of pure appreciation in his eyes. Something primal had slid over his features, like a mask, and it turned her on more than she could understand. She spread her legs wider, welcoming his attention.

“Do you have any idea how hard this makes me?” He locked eyes with her again before pressing kisses along her inner thigh.