Banking the Billionaire (Billionaire Bad Boys, #2)(35)

Yeah, but how long will it last?

Anxiety clawed at my chest at that train of thought. We had started our  relationship on a joke, constantly trying to one-up and out-prank each  other, but somewhere along the way, things had changed. Sure, I was  highly skilled at avoiding anything related to commitment or giving  someone else any form of control over me, but I also wasn't blind to  what was happening with us. Somewhere along the way we had hopped on  this path of something that resembled an actual relationship.

And if I was honest with myself, I didn't want this, whatever it was, to end.

I didn't know where I wanted it to go, but I knew to the root of my  soul, I didn't want it to be over. I was never one who looked toward the  future, but with Thatch, I was having a hard time not looking toward  the future.         

     



 

I couldn't imagine my day-to-day life without him in it.

"What are you thinking about, honey?" he asked, voice soft. His hand caressed my cheek as his eyes stared into mine.

I don't want to fuck this up. I don't want to lose you.

I leaned into his touch. "No matter what happens between us, we'll always be close, right?"

His brows raised in confusion. "Close?"

"Yeah," I answered. "Me and you, we'll always be … " I stopped midsentence  when I couldn't find the strength to say all of the things I really  wanted to say. My heart and brain were at war, one wanting to profess  something far stronger than like, while the other froze up in fear of  the unknown.

I had never been the type of woman who stayed with one thing for more  than a short amount of time. So how could I ask him for any kind of  long-term commitment or declaration of his feelings for me if I wasn't  certain my current feelings for him would never change?

But they won't change. He's your person, you fucking commitment-phobic moron.

Thatch didn't pry or press for an explanation. For several quiet  moments, his gaze didn't leave mine. His eyes searched for my unsaid  words, and when he found whatever he was looking for, he changed  positions-his body hovering over mine and his hands resting beside my  head.

"Don't worry, honey," he said, his lips mere inches from mine. "We're on the same page."

"But how do you know?" I asked. "What if we're not even reading the same fucking book?"

"Because I know." His mouth quirked up at the corners as a confident  smile took over his lips. "We're on the same word, in the same  paragraph, on the same page, in the same fantastic fucking book."

"But how do you know?"

"Because it's our book, Cassie. Yours and mine. This is our story, and I'll be damned if I let it end badly."



I know what you're thinking.

Avoiding party of two?

Our table is ready.

But should you expect anything less confusing from us? This is Thatch  and me we're talking about here. We could have a reality show called  Defying Normal.

But at least we are on the same show.



He chuckled softly as his eyes softened to caramel. Nose to nose, all I  could see was Thatch's face highlighted by the soft morning sun. His  eyes were gleaming and dark as they studied me. His gaze moved to my  lips and stayed there for a beat as he just took me in. His mouth was  close. So close that our breaths mingled. And God, I loved his mouth.  His full, soft lips. I loved the taste and lush feel of those perfect  lips.

Heat pooled in my belly until it consumed my entire body. I was  desperate for him, for everything he could give me. I reached up and  traced his jaw with my fingers.

"Same fucking page," he repeated, but he didn't wait for my response.

He crushed his lips to mine and kissed me like a man starved for my  taste, my breaths, my heart. Around and straight down the center, his  tongue worked mine until I couldn't tell where his ended and mine began.  The fabric of my pajama shorts bunched easily in the grip of his hands  as he pulled them away from my hips and down until his palms met the  bare skin of my ass.

"You feel so goddamn good," he breathed into the tiny sliver of space  between my lips. I sucked it in and let it overwhelm me, my head falling  back until his lips had nowhere to go but my throat.

His tongue traced the line of my pulsing vein, and my chest heaved. Fuck. This would make some fantastic vampire porn.

Easing his weight off of me, he forced my shorts down the rest of the  way and licked his top lip before biting the bottom with a groan. "No  panties, baby?" One thick finger filled me in a stroke, but it didn't  stay long. He pulled it back and sucked it clean. "You have the sweetest  pussy. All that attitude must turn right to sugar."

I rolled my eyes until he stood up and shoved his boxer briefs straight to the ground.

A lot of fucking inches, hard, purple, and angry, brought my gaze right back.

"Tits out," he ordered with a wink. "They just put in a direct request."

Smiling, I pulled my shirt up and over my head and spread my legs wide.

Both of his big hands went straight to my calves and up, smoothing the  line of each leg with a touch so gentle I didn't know it was possible.

His sweet eyes said so much as they held mine. They didn't look at my  tits or my spread pussy. They looked right into mine and stayed there.  My skin tingled from head to toe.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

"Thatch," I whispered. A rarity, I didn't have anything else to say.         

     



 

He covered me with his body, his forearms in the bed, pressed every  accessible inch of his skin to mine, and slid into me all the way.

I moaned at the feel of him, bare and pressed deep. His hips moved  slowly, with measured motion as he positioned his cock at just the right  spot to put friction on my clit.

"Shit," he muttered and stopped midthrust. "I forgot a condom."

He started to pull out, but I wrapped my legs around his waist and urged  him to go deeper with my heels. "Don't stop, Thatch. Please, don't  stop," I begged. "I'm clean. I'm on the pill. Just don't stop. I need to  feel you."

"Fuck," he groaned. "Believe me, I don't want to stop. But are you sure,  honey?" He moved both of his hands to my face and cupped my cheeks  gently in his palms. "You know I would never put you at risk, right? I'm  clean. I get tested often."

But what is often? How many women has he been with since his last test? I  hated to think it, and honestly hadn't until his gentle insistence, but  Thatch's pussy persuasion was strong. But what I did know managed to  drown out those thoughts. I knew Thatch, or at least I was starting to,  and he wouldn't put me in a precarious position. Not like this, not for  some cheap thrill.

"I trust you." I tilted my hips and encouraged him deeper. "I. Trust.  You," I repeated the words, and I wasn't sure if was for me or for him.  But I knew I needed him. Needed this. Needed to reinforce the difference  between this and every other sexual encounter I'd ever had. This was  personal, planned, and most definitely devoid of regret.

His eyes glazed over at my words, a guttural groan filling the room so  distinctly it felt like it'd been mined from his chest. He crushed his  mouth to mine again and pushed his cock to the hilt. Everywhere he could  reach-and with his size, he could reach a lot of things-he touched me,  his hands and fingers moving over my heated skin and setting every nerve  ending on fire.

Once his tongue found mine again, it didn't leave, delving deeper and  harder, just to slow down and linger on every stroke. I wasn't sure if  either of us was actually capable of stopping, both starved for one  other, but it never entered my mind to find out.

His hips picked up the pace, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the  otherwise quiet room, as his hands slid up my sides and caressed the  pliant flesh of my breasts. I trembled in response, and my breaths  turned to erratic pants mixed with pleading words falling from my lips.  "More. More. More," I chanted, mindless of my volume despite our  proximity to my family.

"You feel so good. God, Cassie, what are you doing to me?" He pumped his  hips slowly then, moving in and out of me and completely changing the  angle, while low, husky groans escaped from his lungs.

Each slide of his cock felt like it skimmed a live wire inside me. "Oh,  fuck." I gasped into his mouth as a shiver tore down my spine from the  building intensity of my climax. The rising intensity so great I feared  I'd literally fall to pieces if I let it go completely.

"Don't hold back, honey," he demanded, speeding up again to move his hips in raw and greedy drives.

"Thatch. I … " All of the oxygen had been removed from the room, and I  couldn't breathe. "I need … Fuck … I need … " You. I need you so much.

His large palm cupped my cheek as his gaze stayed locked with mine. "I  know," he rasped as if he had heard my silent plea. "I know, honey. Same  fucking page. Always."