Page 67 of A Billionaire Rebel

Not yet, anyway.

* * *

The robehe held out for me was huge, and I smiled as he wrapped me in it. I’d never be able to walk in it, but I didn’t plan to go far tonight. I’d find something a little more mover-friendly in the morning. Or maybe I’d just wear a towel like Damon was right now.

“Let’s get you into bed.” He scooped me up, making me laugh. “I like when you make that sound.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “You do realize I’m completely capable of walking to the bedroom on my own, right?”

“Nope.” He chuckled. He set me on the bed and sat next to me, his expression becoming more serious, more…vulnerable. “You told both Jamie and me that you didn’t think we were going to last. Was that just because of Spencer, or did you really mean it?”

Shit.

“Mostly him,” I said, going for complete honesty. “but a little me.”

He reached over and took my hands. “Did I do something that made you think I didn’t want to be with you anymore?”

I shook my head. “The circumstances that brought us together were just weird, and I didn’t know if things would change once all of that turmoil was done.”

“And it’s not like I have a history of long relationships,” he added.

Relief at his understanding swept through me, but there was still a little trepidation when I confessed, “I was hoping it would, though. Last, I mean.”

The moment I saw his eyes light up, I knew I didn’t need to be worried anymore.

“I want that,” he said, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m not going anywhere.”

I could’ve thought about it. Weighed the pros and cons. Analyzed every aspect of not only this conversation but of everything that had happened today. But I didn’t want to do that. What Ididwant was to connect with him after days of separation.

Gripping his shoulder, I threw my leg over his lap and covered his mouth with mine. He made a sound that twisted things inside me, and I dug my nails into the back of his neck. His teeth sunk into my bottom lip, and I gasped. His tongue flicked into my mouth, and I darted mine out to meet his.

His hands slid under the robe, hot on my bare skin. Up my thighs and around to squeeze my ass. Damn, that felt good. I could feel him through the towel, cock swelling as I rocked back and forth on his lap. The soft cotton of the robe rubbed against my nipples, made them harden.

A finger rubbed the tip of my clit and then moved down to slip inside me. I moaned, and his other hand moved up to grab my hair, tugging slightly until I raised my head.

“I need to get up.” His voice was strained. “Condom.”

I rose up on my knees a bit and then reached down to cup him through the towel. “I’m okay without one if you are.”

His eyes met mine, and he held my gaze for a moment before wrapping his arm around my waist and flipping us over so that I was on my back, staring up at him. Without looking away, he moved the towel out of the way and was inside me with one smooth thrust.

We held our breath, and the world stood still. We were as close as two people could ever be, and I never wanted to feel this with anyone but him. I saw my own wonder reflected in his eyes as he began to move. Each stroke was long and deep, skin against skin as he filled me again and again. As I raised my hips to meet him, my fingertips traced his face, over his cheekbones and jaw, his lips.

Pleasure coiled inside me, building with each passing second, pushing me higher and higher until my muscles were trembling, my nerves screaming for release. He rolled his hips, giving me the pressure and friction I needed to come.

But he didn’t stop, instead pressing on relentlessly, sending wave after wave of ecstasy rolling over me until his rhythm faltered, and he drove deep, adding a jolt of near-pain that made me cry out. I clung to him as his cock pulsed inside me, and his body shuddered against me.

It wasn’t until my mind started to clear that I realized Damon had been talking, soft murmurs of my name, endearments. I stroked my hand down his spine and over the firm swell of his ass, enjoying the weight of him on me.

After a couple minutes, he got up, disappearing into the bathroom and coming back with a washcloth. Once he finished cleaning me up, I slipped under the covers, and he joined me when he returned. We settled next to each other, and it surprised me how easy it was to curl up against his side, ready to sleep.

Or not.

“I’ve been thinking about what I want to do in the future,” he said as he wrapped his arm around me.

“A solo career?” I had to admit, I liked the idea of maybe getting a private concert every now and then.

“Not exactly.” He kissed the top of my head. “I was thinking more along the lines of a duo.”

---