Page 34 of Ruthless Financier
My lips watered for him, but instead he said, “My goals are simple. Tonight I show you that sex can be fucking fun.”
“Okay, I’ll trust you—” Finally his lips met mine and I forgot my words.
Once the kiss ended, he stood and waited for me to follow.
My heart raced, but I walked next to him to the bedroom.
As the door closed, my entire body was tense. Part of me wanted to forget my fears entirely, and the rest of me wanted to race out of the room.
My eardrums beat in tune with my heart. He’d promised. I’d let whatever he planned happen.
Trust was something I needed. And hopefully he’d go slow with me.
My lips were already swollen, but aching for more of him. And steam was practically coming out of me already.
I trembled when he walked over and brushed my arms, like he wanted to keep me calm. I fluttered on my tiptoes when he kissed me. Then he said, “You’re nervous. Relax.”
I was always tense when I was in an unfamiliar situation. I traced his abs and rested my forehead against his shoulder to hug him and avoid his gaze. “I don’t know how.”
He took my hand and our palms pressed together, which sent a zip in my veins.
I knew Jacob would be delicious to be with, but I wobbled on my feet at the idea of sex. He’d command me, utterly and completely. And I’d never, ever been out of control or in someone else’s power, ever.
This was why I needed this to go slow.
He guided me to the bed and just sat down. Those brown eyes of his were like flames that made me weak. I ignored the urge to run away and joined him, curling myself next to him on the edge.
“I’m here to make you happy,” he said, “but you need to trust me.”
A small quake erupted in my skin from his nearness. I closed my eyes and said, “I’m trying.”
He nudged me closer for a kiss. I could handle, that despite how my skin buzzed from his gentle touch.
He wrapped himself around my waist and tugged me even closer.
My heart soared and I clung to him, like I was exploring a different world and he was my only link to normalcy.
Between kisses he said, “Hmm … here …”
Heat rushed through me and I knew I flushed everywhere. I tightened my shoulders like I could stop this reaction, but he curled his fingers under my arms.
A moment later my self-control cracked and I laughed and laughed. The energy in the room lightened. I wiggled, squirmed and laid back on the bed. “Stop tickling me.”
He ceased and moved his hands down to my waist. Then he rested his head on the pillow next to me and said, “You’re laughing.”
I had calmed down some, but there were still goosebumps all over me. Until I was sure of myself, I sucked on my bottom lip. Once the urge to giggle had ceased, I met his gaze and said, “I don’t know why I get so nervous near you.”
He caressed my body and the air became warm and filled with the scent of his woodsy cologne. I ached for another kiss, but he said, “Because no man has taken his time with showing you a good time.”
My collar choked me. I wished I was ready for this. For now, I reached up and undid the top button and my body grew ready for him. I said, like I was confessing, “Well, I’m usually super busy working.”
He reached out and unbuttoned the second one. Then he cupped my face and said, “Then you need this.”
Oh yes. I pressed my lips to his and he traced my entire body with his fingers and made me see stars.
No man had ever made my toes curl before, and it was lucky I was lying down. I melted into him, and held him like I needed him to be my guide. My own heart rate increased and I gasped between kisses, “Oh wow.”
His lips curved up and then he continued his manipulations with my body, helping me peel out of my shirt.
