Page 46 of BillionHeir
“Is everything okay?” I ask, using my thumb to rub little circles on the back of her neck. “What is it?”
“Did I do something wrong?”
“What? Of course not. Why would you think that?”
“I don’t know,” she says, shrugging her shoulders and looking away again. “I could swear I could feel you pulling away while we were kissing, that is all.”
I guess I am more of an open book than I thought. That, or she has just learned to read me well.
I nod my head. “You aren’t crazy. I did get in my head a little bit, but only because I was worried that I was messing things up.”
“Messing things up?” she asks with a cute, bewildered look on her face. “With me? How?”
“Yes, you. Who else?” I ask. “I just don’t want to scare you off.” I look up into her face. She is still sitting in my lap, so I have the perfect view of her striking blue eyes that take my breath away every time I look at them.
“Scare me away with your kisses?”
“What if I don’t just want kisses?” I ask, arching an eyebrow at her.
“Cheeky, aren’t you?” she asks as her cheeks turn that cute shade of pink I love so much.
I squeeze the top of her thighs where my hands are resting. “Just crazy about you.”
“And just what am I supposed to do with that?”
“Get used to it, I guess,” I respond, looking up at her with a confident grin.
“You are something else, aren’t you?” she asks, sizing me up.
I shrug before reaching up and pulling her back down to me. Enough with conversation, with overthinking, with fighting the feelings between us. Clearly, we are both feeling the same way about each other.
After a few minutes of what can only be described as heavily making out, Chloe pulls away again, breathing heavily.
“Won’t I hurt your arm?” Her brows wrinkle together in the sweetest show of concern I have ever seen.
Right now, with her in my lap and my dick as hard as a rock, I am not feeling any pain. I will gladly take whatever tomorrow throws at me if it means that I will get a night with her in return.
“Baby, you could re-break my arm and it would be worth it. Don’t you worry about me.”
“Maxwell!” Chloe exclaims as she giggles. “You have got to be joking.”
Just the sound of my name on her lips makes me horny. I twist, grabbing Chloe’s back with my good hand to bring her with me, then gently lower her onto the bed. I slide down next to her so that we are face to face, being mindful as I position my arm.
“We will just have to be careful,” I say. Judging by the look on her face and the way that she eagerly nods in agreement, she is just as ready for this as I am.
I stare deep into her eyes as I lean in for a kiss. Just before I get to her mouth, I swerve over to kiss her cheekbone instead, then her cheek, then her jaw. I move over to her ear and trace the rim with my tongue, then leave a trail of kisses down her neck. As my lips press against her upper chest, I can feel her heart beating a steady pulse through her skin.
Her hand reaches up and clutches the fabric of my shirt, scrunching it in her fingers as she urges me on. I grab her dress and try to pull it up, but it is awkward from this angle, so she sits up to pull it over her head herself. I watch as she slowly reveals her body to me. First her toned upper thighs, then her small black panties around her hips and her smooth stomach leading up to her beautiful breast held in a matching black bra. I expect her to lie back down, but instead, she grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it out of my pants, then immediately starts unbuttoning it.
Chloe’s eyes light up at the sight of my chest, but I am too busy devouring her body with my own eyes to focus too much on it. Her full breasts in her lacy black bra rise and fall with her breath, and my mouth waters at the spectacular visual display.
I use my good hand to reach behind her and unclasp the hooks holding her in. The cups drop slightly as the strap comesloose, deepening her cleavage and revealing more of her beautiful breast. When she finally lets the fabric fall away, I cannot believe the perfection of her body. Her breasts are full and perky even without the bra, her small areolas are the same soft pink as her lips, and her nipples are nice and firm.
For me.
I lean forward and take one of her hard nipples into my mouth, sucking on the bud and massaging it with my tongue. Chloe arches her back beneath me, pressing herself into my mouth before I move on to the other, giving it the same treatment.
I don’t linger there the way I want to. Instead, I chart a course downward. Her smooth, flat stomach leaves little resistance as I slide down her body, down to the place I really want to be, right between her legs.
