Billion Dollar Bad Boy (Big City Billionaires #1)(25)

I was breathing faster, wiggling in place the longer I endured his touch. He acted like he knew my body already. How could he? What allowed him to be so perfect in drawing out the heat in my lower belly?

Experience, I thought to myself. Someone as sexy as him must have had many other partners. I'd seen the sex club he liked to attend. But I didn't want to think about that—I wanted to focus on Silver and how he made me feel.

Good.

No. Wonderful.

Panting, I shivered at the way his nails scraped over my spine. He reached the crest of my ass, then dodged around it, not touching me. My disappointment was crisp, I even groaned.

His strained hiss made my hair stand on end.

My desire was lightning in a bottle, and he'd popped the cork. He was proving he could turn me on, make me want his touch.

Lying on that massage table, my thighs shaking as arousal flooded my cells, I felt panic. I was vulnerable like this, at the mercy of someone who was making me crave erotic, terrible things.

I wanted him to stop teasing me. I wanted him to quit stopping short of the gap between my legs. His teeth brushed my temple. “The heat coming off of your pussy is burning the air around my hand,” he whispered.

Rocking my hips, I pushed into his palm; he squeezed my ass and I moaned. It was unconscious, and I couldn't take it back.

“That sound is driving me fucking insane,” he growled. “My cock is throbbing, Pet.”

I was hit with the compelling desire to see that. How incredible would he look, his shaft swollen, flexing to its full length. If he slid his pants down, right now, would I be able to resist touching him?

Tasting him?

“Enough,” he said. Firm fingers wrapped in my hair, pulling it from its neat little up-do. Silver contorted me around, straddling my waist as he yanked my mouth to his. He'd spun me so fast my back cracked, the noise cascading through the room.

The only other noise was my desperate whimper.

We kissed like that for an unknown stretch of time. It could have been minutes, it could have been centuries. In just a sheet and lingerie, I curled into his arms. Silver pushed a palm along my ribs, snaking it between my thighs.

Heaven help me, I started to spread them.

Wait, I warned myself. Not here. It can't be here. Sex in a public place wasn't something I could ever do. I wasn't brave enough, or bold enough.

But he must be.

Silver was wild, he was going to be disappointed with someone like me.

“Stop,” I said, my voice cracking.

He chuckled darkly against my neck. My blush went full body, but I kept from wilting. Silver's hand lazily stroked up my bare knee... then away. “I'm pushing you too fast, is that it?”

Tugging the sheet up to my neck, I held still. Maybe he'd sit with me here, just holding me, even if I didn't want to fuck. “Sort of. I don't know. I'm just not sure I can do this whole thing here.”

“Here, as in this building?” Tucking some of my hair behind my ear, he grinned. “Or here, as in fucking me at all. You keep stopping me from going further.”

I started to stutter; I hated the idea that he'd think I didn't want him. “No! It's not that I don't want to do... that.” Steeling myself, I glanced down at the front of his pants. His hard-on was massive, and when he saw me look, he smirked even bigger. “I'm not making out with you half-naked because I'm not into you, Silver.”

Cupping my chin, he closed the gap between us. “I'm only teasing. It's obvious you want me.” His voice dropped an octave, his free hand massaging his cock through his pants. “And it's clear I want you.”

Fixated on his erotic gesture, I froze. It was like my brain had the hiccups.

He said, “Let's get out of here. It's close to our dinner reservation, anyway.” He abandoned me, but I took cruel solace in the way he grunted at his uncomfortable erection. I'd seen the shape of it so many times, I was starting to get an idea of its size.

Big.

That was a perfectly good word for it.

“Go change into your outfit.” He washed his hands in the nearby sink. “I'll wait for you by the front desk.”

The warm room had become smoldering. It was a relief when I escaped down the hall, my lungs able to take in a full breath finally. Will he be like that every time? So hungry, so tempting?

I knew the answer.

As long as I resisted him, he'd keep pushing.

What would happen when I finally gave in?





- Chapter Ten -


Alexis

“You seem a little different,” he said.

Silver had driven us over to the restaurant, a fast trip from the spa. Before our escape, Sarina had spotted me in the hallway. Her eyes had met mine, curious but not cutting. She must have been thinking about what Silver and I had been up to.

After all, I still was.

Now, leaning into the booth, I sipped my cocktail too fast. “Different than what? The first time we met up, I wasn't exactly in my element.”