Crazy for Loving You A Bluewater Billionaires Romantic Comedy - Pippa Grant Page 0,96

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I trace the line between her breasts. “You know you don’t need to put these on display to be sexy and gorgeous. It’s all in here.” I brush a thumb over her heart, then her temple.

Her eyes go shiny, and she blinks quickly. “Dammit, West. You’re ruining my sex goddess high.”

I roll and pin her beneath me on the trampoline. “Sex goddesses can feel with their hearts and minds too.”

She squirms, and I start to lift off her, but she grabs me around the ribs and holds me tight. “My fucking skirt is too tight to wrap my legs around you,” she grumbles.

“I could help with that.”

One brow arches. “Westley Jaeger, are you offering to rip my skirt off me?”

“Maybe. If the lady says one nice thing about herself first.”

“I have a killer rack and I give one hell of a blow job. Your turn. Go caveman on this damn skirt.”

“Something nice about your personality,” I correct.

She heaves an exaggerated sigh. “This is pointless.”

I nip at her ear, and she hums happily. “More of that if you say something nice about yourself,” I whisper.

“But why?”

“Because you’re amazing, and I don’t think you know it.”

She eyes me warily. Like she doesn’t like that we’re heading into personal territory.

But I don’t just want her body. I want her mind. And her heart. And I want her to know she can trust me with all of her. That I’m safe.

I won’t hurt her.

Something flickers in those blue eyes, and then the willpower and determination kick in. Like this is one more challenge.

And she’s up for it.

“I sometimes anonymously donate dog food to shelters,” she says softly.

“Human shelters?”

Her eyes flare wide for half a second.

I grin.

She cracks up. “You—you—”

I rock until she releases me, then leap off her and take off on the trampoline. “You know someone who thinks of the baby first after she chokes on a carrot is a person with a big heart, right?” I call while she chases after me.

“Sheer terror of the torture my grandmother the vampire would inflict if I screwed up her plans for the next host body she plans to inhabit.”

“She tries to control you because she knows you’re bigger and better than she is.”

“Boob envy. How are you all the way over there? Get back here! I have a condom and I have every intention of using it!”

“No more of my cock until you say three nice things about your personality.”

Fuck, this is fun.

I dive off the trampoline and into one of the ball pits, and Daisy shrieks and comes bouncing after me, her breasts barely contained in that little black bra, her legs constricted by the skirt, but her cheeks are flushed and she’s laughing as she leaps like she’s drunk and finally lands in the massive ball pit with me.

“I have an awful singing voice but I sing anyway because it gives me joy, and I want other people with bad singing voices to know it’s okay,” she says.

I’m wading through the balls, diving like I’m in a pool, pretending I’m running from her. “Fine. We can count that one,” I concede with a grin.

“For that one, you should strip out of your shirt, because that was very big of me to admit. Most people think I think I could be the next Taylor Swift if I’d just take the time to get into a studio.”

“You’re too old to be the next Taylor Swift.”

Her eyes flare again, and then she falls over backward in the balls, laughing. “Oh my god, West. Just when I think you’re all honey drops and powdered sugar, you show your minty saltwater taffy side.”

“I’m only ninety-eight percent saint. But I suppose I can give you this.” I stand up straight, swing my hips like I’m dancing to bad music on a porn video, and make a show of lifting my shirt until I whip it the rest of the way off, swing it like a lasso over my head, and toss it to her.

Just like I wanted to the night we met.

She snags it and pulls it to her nose, and fuck, I’m full-mast again.

Her eyes go dark as she watches me. “I speak six languages,” she says. “But I’m self-taught, and I don’t actually trust myself to not accidentally tell someone I went down on his mother last night, so I only practice on staff I occasionally hire for part-time jobs to do my translations for me.”

I’m simultaneously aroused and heartbroken for her lack of confidence. “Which