Page 42 of The Billionaire's Ride

I lock eyes with him and rise from the bed, balancing on my snakeskin stilettos. Drew grabs hold of my waist and spins me around, pushing my long hair up away from my neck. When I open my eyes, I gasp at the view.

London’s city lights twinkle in the frame of his tall windows draped with a dark gray sheer fabric. It’s like I’ve died and gone to penthouse heaven, where sexual bliss abounds. How is this my life right now? In a world of nearly eight billion people, how have I found the one man who makes me feel like a billion dollars?

Kissing the nape of my neck, he snaps my bra loose, and it slides down my arms. He wraps his arms around my waist as the moonlight floods into his darkened room. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t get enough of you,” he says, softly.

My heart pounds between my bare breasts while he holds me close. Pressing himself against my back, I feel his chest rise and fall. And he’s hard with anticipation. His fingers graze my hips, and he carefully slips down what’s left of my lace until it hits the floor. Now, it truly is Just Drew and Just Kate.

I crawl onto the bed and lie back on his plushy pillows while he unwraps a condom. He lowers that ridiculously sexy body of his over mine, and I open for him, my skin screaming for him. All of him. He kisses me, toying and teasing me with the tip of his rock-solid rod. I encircle my fingers around it and slide it inside.

Plunging in as much as he can, my fingers draw around his moonlit wolf tattoo along his hard bicep. The sensation is already better than last night. How is that possible? “You feel so good,” I whisper into his ear as he rocks steadily but purposefully into me.

We kiss, moaning into each other’s mouths, and I spread my legs wide, opening myself up to him even more. He takes my hand, interlacing his fingers with mine. I’ve never felt so deeply desired. So whole. There is absolutely no denying it now. Drew Blake is my sex soul mate.

“Oh, Drew,” I whisper, looking into those beautiful brown eyes. “Give me everything.”

He grinds into me, caressing my cheek with his thumb. I want to hold his stare, but it’s too much. I let my eyes roll back, allowing myself to exist for the sensation, the ecstasy of it all. I relax into him further, and our bodies move together in a sexy sway.

Then something comes over me, a bold force that inspires me to push Drew on his back and straddle him like he’s a dreammotorcycle machine. I slide my body over his shaft and begin to ride. Slow at first, then steadier and faster and harder until I find the pace of the American cowgirl of his dreams. He rides along with me, and the sensation doubles. Arching my spine, my hair cascades down my back.

“Oh, fuck,” he says, gripping onto my waist and rocking my hips over him. Drew’s head sinks into the pillow. “You’re so wet. I can’t take it.”

I look down at him, his sexy nine-o’clock shadow and those incredibly intense dark eyes. My wetness is only for him. “I’m close.”

His jaw goes slack, and he growls as his eyes roll back. He can’t hold on much longer. And he doesn’t have to. Another wave comes crashing over me, even more spectacular than before. My breath curves around moans of ecstasy. “Oh, Drew,” I cry out.

He rocks my hips with his hands squeezing into my skin. “Come all over me,” he says in a low growl. I push harder, and a new wave swells into sensational bursts that rupture throughout my entire body.

“I can feel it,” he says, shutting his eyes and releasing his jaw. Drew thrusts hard and lets out a strong, spicy groan. There’s an unbelievable vibration between us. Pulsing with passion.

I collapse on top of him. Our skin is slick with a sheen of sweat between our bodies. His heart races to the same beat as mine. Then, I realize I’m in a whole new world. And I’m a whole new Kate.

Chapter Eighteen

DREW

Kate restsher head on my chest. Is she listening to my heartbeat steadying itself after that delicious rush? I caress her silky skin and listen to the sound of her beautiful breath. After a good shag, I usually can’t wait to be left alone to sleep. But I’m in no hurry. Kate isn’t the typical girl who makes a cameo in my bedroom. She’s something else.

I inhale her scent again. Something about it is soothing. She stirs, muttering a cute, little noise, and I kiss the top of her head.

“That was really sexy. The way you showed up like that.” I say.

“So you liked the lingerie?” She circles her finger around my chest.

“Yeah. I loved it. And I loved taking it off.”

She giggles. “Good, because I couldn’t stop thinking about you while I was making it.”

My mouth turns into a goofy grin. No girl’s ever made lingerie to flaunt for me. “And now I can’t stop thinking about you in it.”

Part of me would love to ask her to stay right here in my bed for the rest of her trip. I’ll treat her like the queen that she is. The woman drives me mad with the way her body responds to me.We can shag all day, all night, and all over my flat until we get it out of our systems. Maybe by then I’ll be able to stop thinking about her and just let her go. After all, that’s the inevitable end. So maybe I shouldn’t get too used to her.

“You fancy something to eat?” I ask.

She sits up. Wild and wavy hair frames her gorgeous, flushed face. “Yeah, I really worked up an appetite.”

I plant a kiss on her cheek and roll out of the sheets.

“Mmm,” she groans hungrily as she tugs at her lower lip with her pearly teeth. The bedsheet falls to her waist, and for a moment, I can only focus on her beautiful breasts. My cock tingles, begging me to get back in bed. Instead, I walk to my closet and pull a white button-down off the rack. I cover myself with the shirt and return to the goddess in my bed. “I brought you something to wear.”

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