Billionaire Bad Boys of Romance 2(88)

Oh God, I wanted this man. I wanted him desperately. But I shouldn’t. I was going to regret this.

I licked my lips, and his gaze locked on my mouth. “Tevin?” I whispered.

The corners of his lips curled. With his free hand, he cupped my breast. The air blasted out of my lungs, and my spine tightened. That only pushed my boob into his hand more. His lips parted slightly, and I stared at them, wishing I could taste them again.#p#分页标题#e#

“Kiss me,” I pleaded.

“I’m the one who gives the commands.” He squeezed my breast, and I whimpered. I had never had sex with a man who was so domineering. It was insanely sexy. Thrilling.

And a little scary too.

What was I doing? What the hell was I doing?

“Undress,” he demanded, sitting upright to give me some room to move.

But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I was frozen. I was confused. I was torn.

His brows furrowed.

Every inch of my body was vibrating with need, I wanted Tevin so badly. I wanted him to touch me, to kiss me, to stroke away this horrible ache pounding through my body. But I couldn’t let that happen. And I couldn’t let this go on for one more minute. If I did, how would I ever face him again? How could I watch him fall in love with some other woman? How?

Pushing my shoulders off the mattress, I said, with my heartbeat pounding in my ears, “I…think I should go. Now.”

He fisted my wrists, and down I fell, flat on the mattress. He pinned them down, above my head with one hand and stroked my cheek with the other. “You don’t want to leave.”

I was dizzy and conflicted. And, ohmygod, my body was burning so badly. I shook my head.

My inner muscles clenched, and I felt the slickness of my damp panties. He was right. I didn’t want to leave. But that didn’t mean I was ready for this. “I…I…should…”

Continuing to hold both my wrists, he let the index finger of his free hand take a little trip down my body. It meandered between my breasts, down my stomach, lower, over my covered mound to one thigh. My skirt had scooted up so it wasn’t hard for that finger to find its way under the fabric.

“Tevin.”

“Tell me to stop and I will.” His fingertip grazed the sodden crotch of my panties, and my face heated but I didn’t tell him to stop. I knew I should. But I couldn’t. “Wet.” He curled his finger, working it under the leg band. My sex heated even more. I knew what he was going to do. I knew what was coming, but still an electrical current charged through my system when that first touch came. He eased his hand out from under my skirt, lifted it to his mouth and slipped his index finger between his lips. “Sweet. Delicious. I want more.” Still holding my wrists with one hand, he pushed my top up, and I watched his expression darken with hard male hunger as more and more of my skin was exposed. By the time he had the garment up under my chin, I was squirming and my whole body was burning. Hot and cold. Tight. And breathless.

I should leave. Right now. Tell him to stop. Say it!

He turned his attention to my breasts, hooked a finger under the bow sewn between the cups of my bra and gave it a tug. “Time for this to go.” He slid a flattened hand under my back. With a snap, my bra was unhooked. And in a heartbeat, it was gone, and my hands were back up over my head, I was struggling to pull them free so I could cover myself. “Beautiful,” he murmured as he weighed each breast in his hand. His fingertips flicked over my nipple and little blades of heat seared through me, straight to my core.

I watched him touch me, torn, confused, overwhelmed. My body craved this man’s touch like never before. This was so new to me, this almost unbearable need. I was hot and tight all over. My panties were sodden. My head was spinning.

“Let’s get rid of the rest.” Without releasing my wrists, he tugged my skirt over my hips.

As I lay there, letting him take off my skirt, I thought, I need to leave. Right now.

As he pulled my panties down, I thought, this is a big mistake.

And as I was finally left lying on the bed completely nude, I thought, if you don’t stop this now, you’re going to get hurt.

But then he touched my face and looked at me with those dark eyes, and I couldn’t think about anything but having him inside me, filling me, stroking away the ache between my legs.

He’d done it.

I had surrendered.

Somehow, he must have sensed my decision. Before I realized it, he was undressed. I had never seen such a beautiful man in real life before. His skin had a healthy golden glow to it. The slanted sunlight coming through the window struck the surface, emphasizing the deep groves cutting his stomach in flexing, rippling sections. His chest was mostly smooth-skinned as well. Only a few dark coarse hairs curled in the center, between the world’s most scrumptious pecs. His shoulders looked strong and able, as if they could carry the weight of the world. And his arms were thick, biceps and triceps bulging as he moved, tattoos glistening in the weakening sunlight.