Page 11 of Billion-Dollar Dating Game

Ofcoursehe was a complete philanderer. Good for all those women who’d enjoyed this experience. She wasn’t going to deny herself just to teach him a lesson he was never going to care about. She was going to take what she wanted. And that was this. Him. Now. Nothing else mattered. The kissing went on—hotter, more erotic, more hungry. She wriggled, helplessly aching and restless. Until he suddenly tore his lips from hers.

‘Don’t you want to know what I want?’ he growled breathlessly.

Thisshouldbe a two-way thing, but now he’d found that split in her skirt and his fingers were sliding up her leg—skin on skin—and she was so overwhelmed, so afraid of him stopping, she didn’t want to admit how much this suddenly mattered.

‘Do you think I care?’ she asked.

He laughed, and the vibrations resonated deep in her belly and turned her on even more.

‘Oh, I know you care,’ he teased, and kissed her again as if it were all reward. ‘Bleeding-heart little pleaser like you can’t helpcaring.’

She leaned back, letting her pelvis grind harder against his even as she glared at him. ‘For the record, I donotcare aboutyou.’

‘You think you dislike me as much as I dislike you?’ But his hand hit her panties as he taunted her. His fingers twisted. With total strength, he tore the lace so he could target her...there. ‘You annoy the hell out of me, Skylar,’ he growled.

But his fingers teased, skilful, utterly intimate little strokes that matched the magic he worked with his mouth as he pressed lush kisses across her face and neck. She began to tremble, and that’s when he leaned closer still. His whisper was hot, his lips brushing just beneath her earlobe on that ultra-sensitive skin of her neck. ‘So I want to see you crumble.’

His blistering focus—his irritation with his own attention on her—pulsated within her. Deeply. Their antagonism was real and couldn’t be resolved. The fact was she didn’t like him. And he didn’t like her.

‘Then make me,’ she dared.

‘It’ll be my damned pleasure.’ He lowered his lips that last millimetre back to her skin and licked his way down to the neckline. ‘There’s no one around to stop me now. And I know you won’t.’

Skylar shivered, breathless and hot as he kissed beyond and below—all the way to her breast. He didn’t care about the silk. He sucked on her taut nipple straight through it as his fingers twisted and slid right inside her.

She came. Hard. Bucking her hips, she writhed on his hand and arched her back so he could mouth more of her breast. She was greedy. Fortunately, so was he.

His arm was an iron rod at her back, but even so, she barely remained upright. He lowered her with a rough laugh, straight onto the sun lounger behind her, and followed her.

‘Oh, you do like it fast,’ he muttered. ‘Even faster than I’d expected.’

Bliss pulsated in rivulets down her body but that cord of sexual tension wasn’t yet severed. ‘You’re a supercilious jerk, you know that?’

He nuzzled his way back up her neck. ‘And you’re a sanctimonious swot.’ He reared up and looked into her eyes. ‘So what? We’re still going to have sex.’

And there it was. She stilled, staring up into his eyes and seeing the intent. The invitation. The opportunity of a lifetime. His pelvis dug into hers so she had no doubts about whether he really wanted this. But she registered his hesitation—his query. If she were her normal self, she’d saynoinstantly. But she wasn’t just tempted nor just curious—she was so unbearably turned on there wasn’t time to think about it. ‘Of course we are,’ she snapped. ‘Just hurry the hell up!’

His laugh this time was low and exultant and he dropped back down to kiss her—pure reward, pure tease.

‘Notsofast, this time.’ He reached up and freed her ponytail from the tight elastic. He ran his hand through the thick length of her hair in an intensely intimate caress. It felt like he was worshipping her. But surely not—it was just that he was pure hedonist. A sensualist who enjoyed all touch. And right now, so did she.

‘You’ve changed, Skylar Bennet,’ he muttered as he pulled at the ribbons of her halter neck.

For the first time nerves fluttered. ‘Not so much, I’m as f-flat-chested as ever...’

He glanced up, wide-eyed but laughing.

‘Wouldn’t want you to be disappointed.’ She flushed with annoyance at the self-conscious wail that had escaped her before she could stop it. But the man had had a million lovers.

‘Not gonna be,’ he said. ‘Vexed by your mouth, maybe. Never, ever disappointed by your body.’

The silk finally slid, exposing her breasts. He just stared and she felt him take in a deep breath and harden even more against her. To her total mortification, as he pressed closer, she just came all over again. Shivers of sensual bliss shook her.

‘Hell, Skylar...’ he hissed. ‘Should’ve known you’d be exceptional in everything you do.’

She was too far gone in her bliss bubble to be able to answer. But he thought she was exceptional?

‘Don’t think you’re done,’ he whispered. ‘Not done yet. Not without me.’

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