A Baby for the Billionaire(43)

He drew back to see her eyes on his, a hope within them that made his breath catch.

Has anything in my life ever felt this right? He doubted it.

Her eyes still on his, she slid his boxers down. He kicked away the last piece of his clothing and stood silently before her. That deep chocolate gaze ran over ever inch of his body as she studied him as thoroughly as he’d studied her.

“Wow,” she breathed her final verdict. “How the hell can you have a body like this when I’ve seen the junk food in your cupboards?”

“Just blessed,” he said, climbing onto the bed.

She scooted back to make room for him. Or tried to.

Catching her ankles, he pulled her toward him as he rose over her.

“Much better,” he said, settling between her legs.

“Yeah?” She arched a brow as she lazily draped her arms around his shoulders. “I’d think a smart man like you would want to make a few more adjustments.”

Grinning, he drew his lips over the tops of her breasts. “I could think of one or two.” Rolling her to the side, he deftly unhooked her bra with one hand.

“Smooth,” she teased, stripping the material from her arms.

The sight of her breasts, however, burned away any response he might have had. He stared down at her, wondering how the hell he’d gotten so lucky. This was a body he looked forward to worshipping.

“Mine,” he growled, catching one rosy nipple in his mouth.

Clara hissed out a breath as her head rolled back. Fingers delved into his hair, urging him closer. He ran his tongue over the sensitive skin, enjoying the taste of her in his mouth. Reality was far better than any fantasy he’d ever had of her. With her laid out before him, he couldn’t decide what he wanted to focus on first. Like a kid in a candy store, he was overwhelmed at the bounty lying before him. And he intended to savor ever inch of her.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he promised, raining butterfly kisses down on her face.

She giggled, batting him away, but there was no ignoring the utter joy in her expression when she gazed up at him. “Fine with me,” she said.

Pressing a kiss between her breasts, he slid lower, running his mouth over the exposed skin.

“Walker,” she murmured when he lapped at her navel.

“Hush,” he whispered. “Indulge me?”

“You don’t…you don’t have to do that.”

He chuckled even as he nipped at her thigh. “Have to? Sweetheart, I can’t imagine anything more satisfying than making you scream my name.”

He glanced back up at her to see a blush staining her cheeks. “I’m not really all that loud…”

He laughed. “Challenge accepted.”

“No, I didn’t mean—”

He ran his hands between her thighs, gently pushing them open. “I know what you meant. Relax, Clara.”

She nibbled on her lower lip for a moment before he felt the tension in her legs ease.

“Good girl,” he purred, kissing her inner thigh.

He took his time, playing with the sensitive skin he could reach. Her breath quickened as he drew one finger along the slit of her panties.

“God,” she gasped.

“Not a nickname I’d refuse.” Hooking his fingers across her panties, he slid them down her legs.

Look at her. All wet and ready. Just for me.

Something primal rose within him as he gazed at her. Clara was his. No matter what happened in the future. Tonight, seeing her like this, it was all worth it. They couldn’t have gone on as they had been for much longer. He never would have been able to hide his need for her forever.

And now he didn’t have to hide anything. He could touch her as he wanted. Taste her. Make her cry out for him.

She was his in a way no one else ever had been. And he had a sneaking suspicion, no one else ever would be either.

And he fully intended to enjoy the revelation.

…

This is real. This is happening.

Clara could barely credit it. But here she was, spread naked before Walker. His lips ran up her inner leg, making the butterflies in her stomach do freaking summersaults.

Walker is touching me this way. He’s—

His tongue traced along her slit, nearly sending her arching from the bed.

Reaching out blindly, she fisted her hands in the bedsheets under her. It felt wrong, as if she was doing the forbidden, and yet there was no ignoring the fact that wrong had never felt so deliciously right. Was this why people did stupid things with people they shouldn’t? Were they all chasing after this feeling? Because she worried sex with Walker might just be a lifelong addiction.

She bit her lip as his tongue encircled her clit, one finger sliding into her.

“Walker,” she breathed, rolling her hips against his clever mouth. He touched her with sure fingers, knowing how best to make her writhe with need. Every stroke of his tongue made the lust within her burn brighter. A mewling sound escaped her as she tried to hold the need in. He seemed to take the sound as encouragement, adding a second finger to the first.