A Baby for the Billionaire(42)

A black lace bra cupped the full breasts he couldn’t wait to taste. Matching panties completed the set and left her naked of anything else. She put a hand on one cocked hip and waited for him with an arched brow.

But he was not a man to be rushed. Giving himself a moment to enjoy his first sight of her, he let his gaze wander over her luscious body. His mouth watered at the thought of all the things he couldn’t wait to do to her. All the ways he’d make her scream out his name.

He barely realized he was smiling when she let out a little laugh. “Should I be worried about the way you’re staring at me?” she teased.

“Worried? No.” Giving in to his desires, he drifted closer to her. “Should your toes be curling in anticipation? Absolutely.”

“Someone’s confident.”

“I’m not just a genius when it comes to computers.”

She laughed, her expression wide and open. “Big words.”

He reached her side. “I’ll prove them.”

The humor slid off her face. “Please do.”

Loosening the reins on his self-control, he cupped her cheek and drew her closer.

Clara’s breath hitched as her palms touched his chest. Her fingers fluttered over his bare skin before she ran them down the muscles of his abdomen.

Christ, do it again.

He wondered if she heard how hard his heart pounded when she touched him. If she had any idea of how he was fighting against his instincts to toss her backward onto the bed.

He’d had this dream dozens of times over the years, and now the reality was so much sweeter. Bending lower, he ran his lips down her throat, gratified to hear her breath come out as a quiet gasp. The small sound had him hard as iron in a second. A fact that wasn’t helped by the delicate touch she ran along the waistband of his trousers.

“Beautiful,” he whispered against her skin as he guided her backward.

“See now, that’s just what I was thinking,” she said, sliding her hands back up his chest as he waltzed her toward the bed. “How could you keep all this from me?” She drew little circles around his chest as she spoke.

“Sorry,” he said, unrepentant.

Rising to her tiptoes, she brushed her lips over his. “Make it up to me.”

With a growl, he threw away any desire to be a gentleman and encircled her waist with his hands. She let out a little squeak as he tossed her onto the wide mattress. Her hair flew around her face as she bounced on her landing. Had he ever seen a sexier sight than Clara batting back her curls to look up at him with surprise in her eyes, clad in nothing more than some black lace he couldn’t wait to shred?

“Come here,” she said, getting to her knees on the edge of the bed.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Nothing could tear him away from her side. Not now when he was finally in the one place he’d always wanted to be.

When he moved within range, she hooked her fingers around his belt loops and pulled him closer.

“Mmm,” she purred, staring up at him. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything look as tasty as you do.”

“Is that so?”

“Mm-hmm.” She pressed a hot kiss just below his navel, running her tongue along the tender skin. “But I’d love to see a little more.”

“I’m sure that can be arranged,” he replied as she unzipped his pants. There was a siren light in her eyes. He wouldn’t be able to stop her even if the thought had drifted through his mind. As it was, he just wanted her to move faster.

Clara, however, was content to take her time. She dropped kisses along his waistband, her mouth moving ever closer to the part of his anatomy he most wanted to feel her breath against.

Slowly, far too slowly, she pulled the material down, leaving only his boxers. Walker kicked out of his trousers with a hast that was probably less than sexy but he didn’t care. All that mattered was the feel of her little hands on his body.

A new smile curved her lips. One he’d never seen before in all their years together. One he’d bet only lovers would ever see. And it made her radiant.

His heart thumped in his chest at the sight of the hungry, excited little quirk of her lips. Ten years later and he was still learning about her. His Clara was a riddle he’d never be able to solve. Not even with a lifetime.

But damned if he didn’t want to try.

“This is new,” she said, running a finger over the length of his cock through his boxers.

“I assure you, it’s not,” he replied.

“New to me,” she amended.

He leaned down to kiss her, her fingers still curled around his length. “Tomorrow you won’t be able to say that.”

“Good.”