Page 23 of Falling for the Hot Billionaire

I shook my head. “You're not ‘just’ anything, Justine. You're amazing. I don't think you realize how great you are.”

I knew that she was uncomfortable with compliments, I had picked up on that already, but I hoped in the dark of the room that we shared in this moment, she would realize that I meant every word of what I said. I didn't know what was going to happen between us, whether I would get what I wanted or not, but I’d never regret anything that happened between me and her. She was always going to be an angel to me.

“You already got me in bed, Tyrell. You don't have to say such things.”

My body reacted to her words, even though I was trying to hold it all in. I really didn't know what to say to Justine in that moment. I was not in the mood for talking. I was in the mood for something else altogether.

“I may have you in bed, Justine, but I definitely don't have you how I want you.”

She held her breath for a minute, probably waiting for me to say more, but I felt like I already said too much. She knew how I felt about it, and I had made myself abundantly clear. She still wasn’t ready. I wasn't going to push it.

Justine moved up on my chest, rubbing her soft breasts against me, though she didn’t even realize what she was doing. That bothered me more than anything else. “How is it that you want me? Tell me.”

She said it so plainly, her eyes meeting mine finally and not shying away. Why was she so hard to focus on when she was acting like that? It seemed I could hide behind jokes and laughter, but it didn't look like Justine was going to have any part of it.

“Do you really not know?”

“I don't think I do, because you don't want me the way most men want me.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Because you haven't tried anything. The other night I had a pretty good buzz going and it wouldn’t have taken much for me to strip right then and there.”

I gasped. Why would she say something like that? Couldn’t she see I was trying hard not to? “I just have more control than the other guys I guess.”

“Control is overrated.”

It was overrated. All I wanted was her and waiting, not taking her the way I wanted, felt like injustice. Was I hearing it right though? Was she ready for more?

“Last time we were together, you were practically shaking in your boots. I don't want you to ever be afraid of me, so it's not underrated sometimes. It’s harder than I thought though.”

“What about now?”

I scoffed and gestured toward her body on top of mine. This was definitely one of the harder times. Her presence on top of me and so close made it hard to focus on much of anything else.

“Do you want me to get off of you?” she asked innocently, though she didn’t even attempt to make a move. I told her that I didn't want her to go anywhere, and I meant it.

“I thought it was bothering you?”

It is, but I'd rather be bothered than to not feel her, and I didn't think I had the strength to explain that to her. She had no idea the power that she had over me, and it was just another thing that was playing against me. It was quite the opposite for me. The power that I usually had over women didn’t apply to her.

She laid down and she must have caught a glimpse of something like my control was really slipping because it wasn't long until she was asleep. I was not going to get any sleep anytime soon. I laid there not moving for longest time. Her body turned against me to the point where she was lower than before, and I had to move her away from my waist. It was just too much to stand. She looked good, her face relaxed, and all sorts of bad thoughts were in my head.

Even in her sleep, Justine had the power to drive me mad.

18

Justine

Iwoke up and it was still dark outside. It took me a few minutes to remember why I was on Tyrell’s chest. I started to move off of him and his arm that was around my waist just tightened, but I didn't think he actually woke up. He did not want to let go of me in his sleep and so help me, that was far sweeter than anything he could do. I wasn't sure what was going on between us, but I wanted to think about that, instead of the mess next door that I had to deal with. Figuring out what was going on with Tyrell seemed a bit more hard-pressed, especially when I was literally pressed up against him. I was definitely feeling some sort of way about it, and I liked that I was able to spend a little time looking at him, without him knowing it.

Tyrell was so handsome. I’d always known that he was, even when he was in a coma in the hospital. His face was relaxed like before, and he had a grin on his face and again, I was struck by how handsome he was. I couldn't stop looking at him, dark hair, paired with a personality that was even harder to deal with. He was all man, caring and understanding, and he had done so much for me. I didn't know when I decided that he would be my first, but it was known to me already. Problem was that Tyrell was resisting. He acted like I wasn't ready, but as I sat there looking at him then, I knew that I was. I didn't want anybody telling me what I was or wasn't ready for. As long as I had waited for this, I definitely knew.

That thought in my mind made me move forward, my hand already on his chest, and I moved my hand lightly. The crinkled hair tickled my palms. They were the same color as his short beard that had grown overnight, as well as the hair on his head. It was also dark and masculine. Every part of Tyrell screamed how much of a man he was, including the rock-solid chest that I found myself nestled against.

I kept my face laid down, crushed in his chest hair, my fingers voyaging over to his nipple, swirling and twirling there until it was hard. I kept looking at his face, scared that he was going to catch me, when I was letting my curiosity get the better of me. He didn't move and each time when I looked and his eyes were still closed and his breath was still even, it emboldened me to do more.

It wasn't Tyrell that I awakened with my touches, it was other parts of him that pressed up against me and I immediately knew that I had to stop. I couldn't see in the dark but from the angle I was in, I could feel it and I was breathing fast again, just like before. I had gone too far and now I worried about the consequences.

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