Dropping The Ball - A New Year’s Billionaire Romance - Weston Parker Page 0,92

kitchen table.

Her hair fell over her shoulders in a light and natural way that made me think she’d shaken it out again. She had her long legs crossed with the helmet on her lap, hiding all the parts I wanted to feast on but making for a mental picture I’d never forget.

“Dinner is served,” she said with a come-hither beckoning of her finger. “I couldn’t find much in the pantry, so this will have to do.”

“This is all I want anyway.” The sound that ripped out of me as I stalked up to her was closer to animal than human, but it didn’t stop me.

Planting my hands on the cool surface next to her hips, I took her mouth in a kiss that was just as predatory as the sound had been. She was finally really mine, and I planned on keeping it that way.

Chapter 32

RYLEE

Carter zeroed in on me like I was a fluffy, buttery bagel and he’d been starving for one for years. His eyes never left mine, his jawline suddenly set and his shoulders rigid with tension.

Without saying another word, he kissed me in a way that felt entirely new. There was something about this kiss that was all masculine possessiveness. Dominance even.

Softer things were layered into the gentler strokes of his tongue when he withdrew, only to plunge back into my mouth with that raw, primal edge that made me feel like he was marking me for good this time.

Well, great because I’m marking him too. I wouldn’t pee all over him, but I curled my arms around his neck and kissed him back with the same amount of passion he was pouring into me.

We hadn’t said those words to each other that came with those softer brushes yet, but it felt like we were spelling them out with our kisses nonetheless. I gave myself over to him completely, laying my heart and soul as bare to him as my body was.

In return, I felt him doing the same. He moaned into my mouth, his hands finally leaving the counter to grip my hips. Then one released me to swipe the helmet away before it was back.

Nudging my knees with his legs, he silently commanded me to part them for him and I did. He stepped between them, pressing himself as close to me as he could.

I felt the steel rod underneath his jeans and lowered my hands to undo them. There were quiet thuds that I took to be his shoes flying off at the same time that I worked his button free and unzipped him. Lifting his jeans and underwear up and over his erection, I let my feet help me drag them off.

Carter let go of me to take off his jacket but only stopped kissing me for the time it took to pull his shirt off over his head. With all those miles of warm, tattooed skin against me, my nipples pebbled and the space between my legs went from damp to soaked.

He closed his fingers over my knees to tug me closer to the edge of the table before running his hands up and down the insides of my thighs. Reaching down between us again, I trailed my fingertips over the dips and rises in his abdomen, pulling lightly at the thin strands of hair that ran down from his belly button.

Both of us moaned as we continued to touch each other, to explore as if it were the first time doing it. When he finally allowed his hands to move all the way up to land between my folds, I gasped and nearly bit his tongue.

“Fuck, Carter,” I hissed against his lips, punctuating my words with more kisses. “We should go to your bedroom.”

He rocked his hips against my thigh to let me feel how much he wanted the same thing, but he grated out another response between his teeth. “In a minute. I want to watch you come first.”

Well, okay then. I wasn’t going to argue with that. Especially since I knew he wouldn’t let me return the favor just yet. But later, you’re all mine.

One thick, long finger slid into me while he circled my clit with his thumb. His other hand came up to cup my ribs before his fingers started in on my nipple. It didn’t take him very long to get what he wanted.

He broke off the kiss to watch me unravel around him, then carried me to his bed after making me hear the