One Night With A Billionaire(53)

So he moved forward, moving so close to her that her breastsGod, those big, beautiful breastsbrushed up against the buttons of his shirt. Her eyes were wide as he cornered her against the wall, and he leaned in.

“This mistake,” he murmured. “You were wet for me, and it was a mistake?”

He watched her tongue dart out and she nervously licked her lips. She didn’t speak. He wondered if she could, or if her senses were as overwhelmed as his felt.

“Your pussy was dripping with juice,” he murmured in a husky voice, leaning in so close that his nose rubbed lightly against her own, as if he were about to kiss her. “Clenching deep inside with the need for my cock, I bet.”

Her lips parted, and he could feel her breathing speed up. Her nipples pushed against his shirt as she panted, and he was overcome with the urge to touch her. Cade’s hand went to her knee and he began to hike up that fluffy, flirty skirt of hers.

“Because,” he murmured, and his lips grazed against her own, “I seem to remember how you reached for my cock, as if you couldn’t stand not to touch me.”

A soft whimper escaped her throat.

“Your fingers wrapped around the head and slicked in my cum. Do you remember that, Kylie? Did you taste me on your fingers when you ran away?”

Her gaze was rapt on his face, and his hand went higher under her skirt. His other hand braced against the wall over her shoulder, effectively trapping her between him and the wall itself.

Not that she couldn’t leave, of course. One of her hands still rested on the door handle, and all she had to do was open it and step out. The fact that she didn’t told him volumes. The fact that she wasn’t telling him to stop? The fact that her breathing got more excited the higher his hand went under her skirt? It told him that perhaps the lady doth protest too much, as the saying went.

And he wanted to prove it to her. If that meant giving her a wet, raunchy orgasm in a janitor’s closet? So be it.

“So, Kylie,” he murmured, and then sucked on that juicy lower lip, since it was so invitingly close. He could feel the whimper she bit back, and it encouraged him to be a bit bolder. His hand now moved to her inner thigh, and she was silky smooth and soft. His fingers grazed her skin and he continued to tease upward. “If I touch your panties, am I going to find them wet for me?”

Her eyes closed, her breathing shallow.

“Are you going to tell me to stop?” he asked, rubbing his nose along hers again. “Tell me not to touch this sweet pussy of yours that’s just begging to be petted?”

Her lips moved, formed a small circle as if she were dying to say no, but only a soft breath came out.

“Then,” he murmured, “I’m going to touch you and find out for myself if you’re wet.”

His fingers teased along the edge of her panties, where the hem met the inside of her thigh. Even from here, he could tell she was soaked. “Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured. “You like this, don’t you?”

She bit her lip but said nothing, her gaze focused on his mouth.

She didn’t have to say anything. They didn’t even have to speak. Just as long as he could touch her, they’d both know the truth. That when she touched him, he grew wild with need, and when he touched her, she lost all control. Slowly, his fingers pushed aside the damp fabric of her panties, and he felt the curls of her sex. She was wet, all rightshe was positively soaked. His fingers eased between the lips of her pussy, and then he began to rub back and forth, teasing her.

Kylie’s head fell back and she moaned.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he murmured, his own cock like a heavy brick in his trousers. “Show me what you like. Show me how you want to be touched.”

Her hand went to his chest, her eyelashes fluttering. He was half-afraid she’d push him away, tell him no, but instead, she rubbed his chest. “Touch me, Cade,” she murmured, breathless and so fucking sweet it made him ache anew.

“You want me to touch your clit?” he murmured, his fingers gliding through her slippery folds until he found the little sensitive nub. She arched against his fingers and nodded, then began to flex her hips, trying to move into a rhythm with him.

And he wanted to give her what she needed. So when she moved her hips into a circular motion, he followed, circling the hood of her clit with the pads of his fingertips, and enjoying the way she arched against him, her mouth opening wide in a silent plea. Christ, she was pretty. He wanted to palm those big, heavy breasts of hers and tease her nipples. Hell, he wanted to touch her all over and intensify what she was feeling, but he knew if he lifted his hand from the wall, she might slip away.