Babysitting the Billionaire(28)

With a pop she seated him all the way inside her. It felt like there was no space left, he filled her so completely.

“Beautiful,” he breathed out, and sucked another deep breath in. “Don’t move. I want to savor this.”

As if. She couldn’t help herself; her hips just made that figure-eight on their own. She kissed his lips an apology, and he smiled.

“Next time.”

She felt him reach around her hip and between them, fingers down. Her blood pulsed in anticipation, as if sending sonar waves to help guide him in. He found her, and she nearly exploded right then.

But she breathed the passion out, and let it build higher. Kissing his neck, his beautiful shoulder, she saw his smallpox vaccine mark, and licked that as well. His hips were matching hers. Not matching, but complementing. Dancing.

She closed her eyes, and the sensations doubled. She had too much feeling for one body. Building, building, her breathing louder, wilder. And was he feeling even bigger?

He held his thumb still on that spot as she came, his other hand holding hard so she couldn’t buck away. She rode wave after wave, so long she actually could open her eyes and see the colors flow by.

As she felt the peak fade, she squeezed, riding him tight down, then up, then all the way down. He came as loud as he had this morning.

Good thing they were the only ones on this floor of the hotel.

She held still as he spiraled down, not sure if he was sensitive after orgasm or not. Then she collapsed on top of him, not bothering to push him out yet.

He stroked her back slowly, gently, like warm rain on a summer’s day.

She sighed. “Slow is nice, you’re right. But next time, we’re going faster.”

He groaned a chuckle. “My trainer warned me about girls like you.”

“Did you listen?”

“Lucky for you, I did.”

****

May woke to the familiar smell of hotel sheets, but a new angle on the sun. His bed, with the view of the Capitol, round and square and white set beside the green of the Mall. Morning, and already afternoon in Beau’s world.

She gloried in the soft sheets against her bare skin. He liked to sleep apart, but with a hot palm gripping her somewhere. She lifted the sheet to see if he’d marked her there, on her hip, her waist, her shoulder. No visible trace, but she’d swear she could still feel the force, the weight, the warmth of him.

She smiled, and stretched, and rolled off the bed and onto her feet. She’d left her clothes in the living room, but he wasn’t the sort to leave his own clothes lying around, apparently. She found a hotel bathrobe in the washroom, and headed out.

He was talking into the air again, but he stopped cold when he saw her. She must look like a balloon toy, hidden in folds of soft terry cloth.

“You look beautiful,” he said, “like a plush present ready to be unwrapped.” He gazed at her a moment in frank appreciation, and then he must have heard something from his ear bud. He touched his ear and frowned, his gaze shifting to the screens on the table. He waved her over to the table. He wrapped his arm around her waist, grabbing a big handful of cloth and a little bit of her. May bumped her hip into his. She loved this closeness.

He reached for a screen, and swiped a window onto the screen closest to her. He magnified the view, some sort of news site. At the top of the page was the photo of him and the little blonde fan from yesterday.

“Great photographer,” she said, and frowned. That girl shouldn’t be in the picture. She had no claim to him.

“But?”

“But I don’t like it. Aren’t we supposed to be keeping you under wraps?”

He touched his earpiece and told Meri he was hanging up. “That’s why you don’t like it?” He jiggled her at the hip, shaking a small smile out of her.

“And you’re not hers. You’re mine. For the moment,” she said hastily.

He wrapped his arms around her and tugged her into his lap.

“For the night, for the days.” He kissed her temple. “Maybe forever, who can say?”

Could he be serious? She wanted him to be, too much. Was it too soon? She pulled her head a little back, trying to read his soul through his crystal-blue eyes.

They crinkled at the corners, somewhere between a smile and a wince. “Oh, I know I’m on the rebound, and you’re a walking wound and all, but I’ve never felt this way before, and you seem just a little smitten, too. It seems a shame to discount it just because the timing’s wrong.”

She raised her brow. He was forgetting something.

“Okay, and the distance thing, too. We could meet in Iceland, or Ireland.” His mouth wobbled. Could he doubt her attraction to him?

She kissed his temple. “Or during meetings about the expedition.”