One Night With a Billionaire - By VickiLewis Thompson Page 0,29
they lay facing each other, sweaty and smiling.
“We’ll need showers,” she said.
“We’re in luck. There’s a shower through that door.” He pointed toward the attached bath. “I’ll be glad to wash your back for you.”
“How gallant.”
“No, how devious. I’ll take any old excuse to get my hands on that gorgeous body.”
“Where?” Gray eyes sparkling, she glanced around. “What gorgeous body?”
“This one.” He cupped her full breast and brushed his thumb over her dusky nipple until it stiffened. “This amazing, beautiful body.” He looked into her eyes. “Want to come again?”
“I don’t think I can, not after that last time when you kept going and I kept coming. I didn’t know I could do that three times in a row.”
“But now you know.” He shouldn’t already be thinking about the next time they’d be naked together and how many orgasms he might give her then. She had plenty to see and do tomorrow before he managed to get her undressed and back in his arms.
But he couldn’t help anticipating that moment. He longed to whisk her away to a tropical island where they wore few clothes and had no responsibilities. He began to dream of traveling with her and making love in every corner of the world.
He teased her other breast so it matched the first. “Your nipples seem interested in having another round.”
She captured his hand and held it between both of hers. “You’re becoming greedy.”
“That’s a fact. I am. But I’ll let you rest.”
“Good.” She released his hand. “We should just talk until my dress arrives. What’s taking so long, anyway?”
“They won’t bring it until I call.”
She laughed. “I see how this works.”
“You wouldn’t want them knocking on the door in the middle of a rip-roarin’ orgasm, would you, darlin’?”
“No, guess not. Did you have the dress steaming in mind, too?”
“No, but this is a full-service hotel. They’ll bring food if we want it. Do you?”
“No, believe it or not.”
“I felt sort of guilty for robbing you of your snack last night. I don’t want to starve you.”
She shook her head. “I won’t let that happen. But thank you for choosing a hotel that delivers food. I’m impressed that you planned everything in advance. I had no idea.”
“Like it?”
“Very much. I feel way less inhibited in this hotel than in your townhouse. Your townhouse is elegant and I’m honored to stay there, but I worry about the servants discovering what’s going on between us.”
“Then we’ll come here again tomorrow night.” He made a mental note to set it up. “After the Eiffel Tower.”
“But if we come back here again, then you’re spending—”
“Shh.” He laid a finger over her mouth. “It’s worth every euro if you can relax while you’re with me.”
“Mm.” Her tongue darted out and licked his finger.
He waited to see what she’d do next. Sure enough, she pulled his finger into her mouth and began to suck. He’d thought he was all played out, but seeing the action of her full lips curved around his finger proved that he had life in him, after all.
He couldn’t help teasing her, though. “Now who’s greedy?”
She slid her mouth free of his finger. “I am.” Then she glanced down and laughed. “And you’re glad about that.”
“’Fraid so.”
“Then lie back and enjoy.” She slid down on the mattress and transferred her attention to his cock.
“I’d rather watch.” He propped himself on his elbows.
“In that case, I’ll give you the super deluxe version.”
And boy howdy, did she ever. Apparently she was telling the truth about losing her inhibitions, because she put on a show—cradling his pride and joy between her creamy breasts and giving him a tongue bath such as he’d never had.
He’d intended to stop her before it was too late, but she had some amazing moves. She took him over the edge before he saw the edge looming, and then she drank every last drop. When she lifted her head and met his gaze, she winked at him. “Gotcha.”
Oh, yes, she had him, all right. He was falling fast and hard. But she wasn’t. No matter how uninhibited she might be when they were naked, she was keeping a part of herself separate, walled off. He could guess why. She thought this was a temporary deal they had going on.
He’d thought so at first, too. But with every minute they shared, he became more convinced that he’d found something extraordinary—someone extraordinary. He’d made a fortune trusting his instincts, and he was ready to trust them now.
If he told her all