Page 34 of A Billionaire Gentleman

When the car pulled up in front of her building, I broke the silence. “Are you going to be okay alone tonight?”

She raised her head, and I drowned in her eyes. “Will you walk me to my door?”

I nodded, not trusting myself to say or do anything else. Who knew what sort of asinine things that would come rushing out of my mouth if I opened it? I probably needed to keep my hands to myself too, but I didn’t have that much self-control right now. If she said not to or anything like that, of course, I’d stop, but if she didn’t…

When we reached her door, she unlocked it and then reached for my hand. My heart leaped into my throat, and I took a step toward her. Her fingers tightened around mine, and I stopped, afraid I’d misread. Afraid that I’d completely fucked things up when I hadn’t talked to her about the kiss. Afraid that I’d do or say something wrong…

“Do you want to come in?” Her thumb brushed back and forth across the back of my hand. “It’s okay if you don’t–”

“I do,” I blurted out. “Yes. I’d like to come in. If you’re sure.”

“I am,” she said with a smile. “Are you?”

Not at all.

“Yes.” As I followed her inside, I asked, “How much did you have to drink tonight?”

“Enough, but not too much.” She winked at me. “Which I think is the perfect amount. What about you? How inebriated are you?”

“Enough to be able to repeatinebriated,” I said with a laugh.

She kicked off her shoes, and I did the same, not taking my eyes off her as we went to the couch. Her legs bumped against it, and then I bumped against her. That was all it took, that little bump of our bodies against each other, and my arms went around her. I didn’t know which of us moved first, but then our mouths crashed together, and it didn’t matter.

Her tongue touched my bottom lip, and I chased it back into her mouth. She groaned and clutched at my shirt, angling her head to deepen the kiss. Her drink at the show had been cherry-flavored, and the taste exploded across my taste buds. I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck, my teeth scraping against her lip.

We tumbled into the couch, and I caught myself before my full weight landed on her. I ran my hand up her leg, pushing up the hem of her dress as I went. Her skin was as soft as it looked, and I wanted to touch all of it. With my hands. With my mouth. I wanted to taste every inch of her. I’d never wanted anyone like this before, this all-consuming desire to have all of her.

I kissed her neck and moved lower, pushing down the neckline of her dress until I could reach the tops of her breasts. She moaned, her nails scratching my scalp. The hand under her dress went to her ass, firm muscle under soft cotton.

“Deklin.” She breathed my name, tugging on my shirt until I raised up to help her take it off.

Her fingers went to the tattoo over my chest, traced the initials there – CRH – and then the numbers. I saw the question in her eyes.

“My mom.”

Her hand moved to my cheek. “I’m sorry.”

Shit. Had I just ruined the mood?

“It’s okay.” I turned my face into her palm and kissed it. “It was several years ago.” I went up on my knees. “Do you want to stop?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Do you?”

I didn’t let myself overthink it. “No.”

“Then don’t.”

Her couch was small, but I maneuvered us around until I had her legs over my shoulders. She bit her bottom lip and raised an eyebrow as I grabbed her hips. One nod, and that was all I needed to do what I’d been wanting to do for what felt like forever.

I pushed her dress up farther and then pulled aside the crotch of her panties. I’d only done this a couple times before, but I was determined to do it right. I ran my tongue along the sensitive skin, and she gasped, then shivered, encouraging me with her positive response. That’s what I needed to do, listen to her, and figure out what she liked.

The tip of my tongue found that little nub of nerves and circled it. She made a slightly pleased sound, but then shuddered when I flicked my tongue back and forth across it. She liked that better.

“Stop…”

I jerked back. “Sorry.”

“Thinking. Stop thinking.”

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