Billionaire Bad Boys of Romance 2(100)

I wanted to see him.

Grabbing the bottom of his shirt I jerked it up and opened my eyes.

Oh, he was glorious. The sheen of his skin. The rippling and bulging of his muscles. The fire burning in his eyes.

Allowing my hands to wander over his scrumptious torso, I squirmed beneath him, an urgent heat thrumming between my legs. I couldn’t help squeezing my thighs together. But that only made it worse.

He eased my knit top up, uncovering my swiftly rising and falling chest to his feasting eyes. Oh God, I was going to combust. “What do you need, Daryl?”

“I need…” I let my hands glide down, over his pecs, down his stomach to the waistband of his pants. “You.” I traced the line of his pants fly with my index finger.

Tevin closed his eyes. I took that as a sign that he liked what I was doing and took the next step. I unzipped his pants and started to slip a hand inside to touch the cotton-covered lump beneath, but he stopped me. “Not yet.” His gaze wandered down my body. “You’re not ready yet.”

My spine arched as my body tensed. Not ready? I was a pulsing, aching bundle of need.

He pulled one of my bra cups down, exposing my breast, and my heart rate kicked into double speed. What would he do next? Would he pull my nipple into his warm mouth and suckle it until I begged for mercy? Or would he pinch it between his fingers and thumb and send little blades of pleasure pain piercing through my whole body? “Look at me,” he whispered.

I met his gaze, and he smiled.

“Undress for me. I want to see you.” Moving to the seat facing me, he reclined, arms draped over the back of the seat. His dark eyes meandered over my form as he waited for me to obey his command. The tilt of his lips made my heart thump heavily against my breastbone.

I started with my shirt, finishing what he had started when he’d pushed it up under my chin. I dropped it on his thighs when I stripped it off. Then I removed my skirt. But I didn’t do it quickly. No, I did it slowly, and I did a little shimmy-swivel move with my curvy hips as I pushed it over them.

I felt so incredibly sexy. Not only did I have the undivided attention of a man who made my whole body burn, but hidden beneath that skirt was the sexiest pair of underpants I owned. They were black and lacy and they barely covered my bottom.

By the time my skirt had slid to my ankles, Tevin’s face was the shade of a ripe tomato. “Come here,” he said, crooking a finger at me.

I sat beside him.

“Closer.” He reached for me, and I swung one leg over his thighs, kneeling on the seat.

“Better.” He ran his hands down my hips and inhaled deeply. “You smell so good. Like woman and need, fresh and musky.” As those hands traveled lower, his fingertips snagged the top of my panties. His tongue darted out, moistening his lower lip. Without thinking about it, I mimicked him, tasting his kiss still lingering on my mouth. “Tell me, what should I do now?”

He wanted me to actually tell him?

“Whatever you want to,” I said.

“Hmmm. I like that answer.” He tugged my panties down a little, baring the swell of my hips and the tops of my buttocks. “I like that a lot.” His gaze focused on the garment being pulled taut, thanks to my position. “Anything I want to?”

“Anything.”

Moving quickly, suddenly, he ripped one side of my panties and the torn bit of lace slid down my leg to my bent knee. When what he’d done finally sank in, I was a little upset. Those weren’t Wal-Mart specials I had been wearing. I had paid a decent amount for those panties. But then a shimmer of heat swept through my body. What he’d done had been so unexpected and sexy my irritation was rapidly replaced by something far more potent.

Thrill.

My chest rose and fell swiftly as my breathing sped up. And coils of heat swirled through my center, gathering in the sensitive tissues pulsing between my legs.

This man had barely touched me and already I was shaking, hot, growing more desperate with every moment that passed.

“That’s better,” he said, admiring the view my position provided him. He was, without apology, staring at the damp tissues between my legs. Staring hungrily. Eyes flashing with dark male need. “But the bra needs to go too.” His lips curled into a naughty semi-smile. “Would you like to do the honors or shall I?”

In response, I reached around and unfastened the hooks but left the straps on my shoulders. “You, please.” To allow him to reach, I bent forward, bracing my hands against the seat’s back.

He appeared to like my answer. Sitting more upright, he slid the straps over my shoulders and my breasts fell out of the cups, nipples exposed and well within reach of his mouth.