Page 74 of Faking it with the Billionaire
I’m confident that I’m blushing because the room is several degrees hotter, and his attention hasn’t left me. I’m not sure it will until I answer him.
“That I did,” I say.
“You’re avoiding the question.” He pushes me gently to tell him and takes one step closer. His hands encircle my waist, and he backs me up against the wall.
I’m grateful for the wall. It’s practically holding me up right now. “So I am,” I say with a smirk.
His lips fall to my ear, sucking the lobe, his breath tickling my neck. My eyes close, relishing the feeling that he bestows on me, the heat and warmth as it floods my body and senses. “Answer the question, M&M.”
I chuckle at his nickname. I thought we were over that, but I don’t argue. Maybe it’s his term of endearment toward me? “You’re kind,” I whisper as he kisses from my ear to my neck. “Generous.”
“M’hmm.” He nuzzles my neck as his lips move across my collarbone.
My fingers graze his neck and his back, wanting him closer.
I’m tingling inside. Warm and relaxed, as his fingers skim my hips, slipping under my shirt. The pads of his fingers tease my skin, caressing my lower back. “You put your daughter first. Some women find that attractive.”
“What else?” he whispers, letting his fingers glide across my stomach as his lips continue teasing my neck.
I want him to kiss lower, to take off my shirt and pants and have him explore every inch of me.
My eyes fall shut, and I revel in the warm feelings that tingle across my body. Not staring into his intense gaze makes it easier for me to voice my feelings.
“You’re passionate in everything you do,” I say, and he guides my thighs apart, pushing his leg between mine.
My mouth parts, and I gasp as the friction from his cock rubs against my core.
“Passionate?” he mumbles against my ear, his breath warm and tingly. He hasn’t kissed me, but dry-humping me against the wall definitely takes the cake.
Each word comes out raspy. I’m already finding myself breathless as I speak, answering his question. “With hockey, your kid, everything.” It’s becoming harder to talk as my head becomes foggy.
He nibbles on my neck, grinding against me, and my hands fall to his ass, gripping him through his jeans as he thrusts into me.
My head falls forward as the warmth spreads through me, making my insides ache and throb. “Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.
“Not yet,” Kyler whispers, grinding and thrusting with our clothes still on. With one hand, my fingernails dig into his shoulder, the other at his ass, gripping him tighter.
I whimper, and I’m not sure if it’s because he means we’re not taking this to the bedroom right now or he doesn’t want to let me come yet. Either way, it’s torture as I’m deliciously on the edge with him, and he’s bringing me closer to oblivion.
“You want to come?” He nuzzles my neck, his breath in my ear.
I’m nodding and gasping for breath. His hips gyrate and tease me.
“Look at me,” he commands.
My eyes lazily open. It’s a struggle to focus, to see what’s right in front of me, when I’m close to the brink and he’s thrusting with his rock-hard cock pressed against my pussy.
It takes all my measurable strength to let my eyelids flutter open, staring up at him. “You’re mine,” he whispers, covering my lips, capturing my mouth, my tongue, pushing into me like it’s his cock as his tongue fucks me.
His hips thrust, and the friction between us is like fireworks as my body trembles and my inside walls clench down, seeking out his cock. “I want you, in me,” I rasp between kisses.
He grunts and tenses, and the world around us disappears.
“That’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” Kyler whispers, pressing a kiss against my neck, cheek, and finally, my lips.
I don’t want to doubt his words, but no one’s ever said anything hotter. Really? He’s a professional hockey player. I’m sure he can have any girl he wants. And even if he wants me, I’m sure he has more experience.
He untangles his knee from between my thighs, but he doesn’t let me go. I’m not sure if he’s worried I’d run or if he wants to savor everything a little longer.
