Billionaires and Baby Rattles(66)

He heard a faint quiver in her voice, but when he looked into her face, her expression remained accepting and calm. “Yes,” he drawled, “she’s a pillar of the community.”

“Don’t sound so excited. Anyway, Saturday will be a success. I’m sure of it, so you better behave and do right by her. No more delaying. Got it?”

For an answer, Easton shoved his chair back and stood with Kenzie in his arms. He started out of the dining room.

“Wait, Easton, we have to do the dishes, and I need to put the leftovers away.”

“I’m still hungry,” he growled, heading toward the bedroom.

“There’s more chicken back that way.”

“Not for chicken.”

“Corn?”

“You know better!”

“I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“It’s a perfect idea.” Instead of dumping her on the bed, as was his habit, he set her down gently on her feet. He took his time unbuttoning her blouse and separated the two sides to look at her breasts. They appeared bigger than when he first enjoyed them, pushing against her bra. He ran a thumb from her neck, where he felt her racing pulse, to her chest and the valley between her breasts. When he reached her belly, he flattened his palm over it and paused. Her gaze flew to his in alarm, and he frowned. Cupping her beautiful face, he raised it toward him. “What’s wrong?”

“Uh, nothing.”

“You’re not still worrying about Saturday? Put it out of your head. Tonight is mine—for me and for you.”

A shudder passed over her as he moved to the band of her jeans and undid the button. He lowered the zipper and breathed deep as if he could already smell her want. She drove him insane. He wanted to ravish her body day and night and never take a break.

He lowered the pants over her hips and shoved them down her long legs, feeling his way down, dropping to a knee to kiss here and caress there. She stood with her legs too close together, blocking him from access to the hottest part.

“You know I’m going to eat right here.” He pointed to the spot just above her clit on purpose. The noisy breath she sucked in had him suppressing a chuckle. “So open your legs.”

She widened her stance as much as the pants around her ankles would allow, and he reached between her thighs to cup her pussy. Heat warmed his hand, and his mouth watered. He rested his cheek against her thigh and peeled the panties aside. Sweetness dripped from her, and he couldn’t help it. He had to take a taste. With his fingers tangled in the crotch of her panties, he ran his tongue from the back to the front of her slit. He scooped up her delicious cream and was gratified to hear her moan.

“Maybe I should take you right here where you’re standing,” he suggested and then shook his head. “No, tonight is for gentleness and taking it slow.”

Her eyes widened. “Why? You’re always so wild and rough. I love it.”

“You’ll enjoy gentle,” he promised. “Trust me. I will bring you to a screaming orgasm.”

While his words sounded confident, feeling it was another matter. Like she said, he did like it rough, and it had turned him on to know she did as well. A few nights he had torn her panties off and ate her with abandon before shoving his cock as deep as he could get it in. He’d pounded into her, listening to her scream his name. She’d scratched his back and begged him not to stop. Just thinking that way had him so tight, he had to loosen his pants, but he would hold to his word. Kenzie would be treated as a queen tonight.

He helped her to step out of her pants and removed her panties without a rip. After he tossed her blouse and bra aside, he raised her into his arms and laid her on the bed. In swift movements, he removed his own clothing, pleased at how she followed each shift and stared with hunger at his cock.

“Mm, I love your precome,” she murmured, and reached for his shaft. “Let me suck you, baby.”

“No, not tonight. I’m too tight for that. I would come too soon, and I want to be inside you when that happens. Lay down and spread your legs for me.”

She did so, and he ran fingertips over her inner thigh, examining her sweet pussy. A tiny triangle of hair had been left this time when she shaved. He found he liked the change. Massaging the spot with his thumb, he leaned down and breathed in. Her pungent aroma filled his nostrils. He licked the bit coursing from her entrance, and she squirmed.

“Uh-uh, calm,” he commanded. At a time like this, he would have spanked her for moving, and he itched to do just that, knowing she got off on it. He resisted once again.

He stuck his thumb into her pussy and pushed it in and out several times. Her fingers curled into the sheet, but she didn’t move otherwise.