Page 71 of A Billionaire Dom

Linsey

His mouth wason mine the moment we were through the door. I barely had time to register anything about the first room before he had me in his arms and was carrying me to what I assumed would be his bedroom. I wanted to see his home, get to know that part of his life…but later. Right now, I just wanted him to stop the ache I’d had inside me since he’d started whispering all sorts of filthy things to me while we were at his grandfather’s house.

I’d half-expected him to pull over in some secluded parking lot and take me right there. Instead, he’d talked about how weird it’d been to hear his dad saying all that stuff to Deklin and then watching his grandfather and dad go off somewhere to work out some of the issues between them.

I’d assumed that the emotion of the evening had pushed aside everything else, and I’d been okay with that too. Now, I knew he’d intentionally been waiting, drawing out the tension until we were both ready to explode.

We tumbled onto the bed, a tangle of limbs as we tried to get our clothes off without losing contact with each other.

No finesse. No slow, sensual stripping with deliberate touches to arouse.

It was the rough rasp of stubble on his cheeks rubbing against the side of my throat as he worried at the skin there with his teeth. The sharp gasps as my nails scored red lines across his shoulders and chest in my haste to get him naked. The weight of him as he shifted above me, trying to toe off his shoes. The helpless need that had my leg wrapped around his waist, desperate for friction where I needed it most.

His mouth found my nipple, and I cried out as he sucked on it, sending a jolt of electricity straight through me. A hand covered my other breast, fingers tugging and twisting until I writhed under him, unsure if what I was feeling was pleasure or pain. That was one of the things he’d promised to show me how the line between the two could blur until right was left and up was down.

The air was cool against my damp skin when he moved to kiss a trail between my breasts and then lower, not stopping until he was between my thighs. I had a moment to consider how huge his bed must be before my legs were over his shoulders, and his mouth was on me.

He pushed two fingers into me even as he worked over my clit with his tongue. I barely recognized the sounds I made as I reached down and buried my fingers in his hair. Relentlessly, he drove me toward climax, curling his fingers until he found my g-spot. It took only minutes for me to shatter, calling out his name as my body shuddered with the force of my release.

I made a sound of protest as he removed his fingers, scowling when he laughed. Then his lips were on mine, and I couldn’t scowl when he was such a great kisser. The tip of him brushed against my damp skin, and I wrapped my leg around his waist, urging him forward. As much as I’d enjoyed what he’d done with his hands and mouth, I needed to have him inside me.

He reached down and curled his hand around the back of my knee, pulling my leg up until it almost touched my chest. Only then did he break the kiss and lift his head until we could see each other’s faces.

With one smooth stroke, he filled me completely. I cursed, every molecule of my body suddenly focused on that throbbing space between my legs. It was too much. How we fit together. The way I felt about him, so much more than simple like and lust. The things he could do to my body. The way his laugh warmed me, and his smile delighted me. The promise of ecstasy that I knew was coming. My muscles trembled, and my mind spun as the sensations and emotions whirling inside me threatened to overwhelm me completely.

“I know,” he said as he tucked some hair behind my ear. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

Those simple reassurances calmed chaos and brought me back to the present. Back to him. Back to the rhythm we had together.

Each thrust went deep, and I arched up to meet him, building the pace until we were both racing toward the finish. Our breathing came in harsh pants that mingled with the sounds of flesh against flesh, our lovemaking becoming our whole world.

“I’m close,” he warned me, the strain on his face telling me how much effort he was putting into holding back the inevitable.

“Come then,” I said, my voice strained as I struggled to breathe. “I need to feel you come in me.”

“You first.” He gritted his teeth, every muscle in his amazing body tense.

I shook my head. “You.”

“Linsey.” My name was a growled warning.

I grabbed the back of his neck, my voice cracking as the pressure inside me built. “Dammit, Davin! Ineedit.”

It was that last statement that did it, knowing that only he could give me what I needed. He slammed into me twice, calling my name as he came apart in my arms. My body had already been teetering on the edge, and that last mental push – hearing this man give up his control for me – sent me tumbling over the edge.

How long we floated in that blissful peace, I didn’t know. Only that, at some point, he rolled off me and tucked me against his side. Minutes or hours passed before he broke the silence.

“I love you.”

I heard the hesitation in his voice and knew what it had taken for him to say it first. I raised my head and smiled at him. “I love you too.”

And there it was, that smile that made me willing to do anything for this man.

“I was thinking,” he continued, his hand moving up and down my spine. “What would you think about moving in here?”

“What?”

“I have plenty of room, and you could have your own office, so you don’t have to put stuff up on your walls.” His smile softened but didn’t fade. “It’s okay if it’s too soon.”

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