One Night With A Billionaire(63)

Kylie licked her lips as he tossed all of the condom packets but one onto the bedside. He tore open the one in his hand, then carefully rolled the condom down his length. She watched him with fascinated anticipation, and when he looked up, she held her arms out for him.

He came to her, moving over her, and as she raised one leg to go around his hip, he pushed into her with one swift, sharp stroke that left her gasping in surprise at the suddenness of it. She thought there’d be more foreplay, more kissing, more licking, but as he pressed his face against her breasts again, and then gave another rough, sudden thrust, she got it. This wasn’t about mutual pleasure tonight. This was about comfort. He needed her, needed the distraction of sex.

Well, he wasn’t coming without her. She adjusted her hips, rocking them with every thrust he made. She was still wet from before, so it hadn’t hurt when he’d pushed into her . . . but she needed more if she was going to come. So she lifted a hand and licked her fingers, and the small movement caught his attention.

His gaze shot to hers, and she gave him a sultry smile just before she slid her hand to her pussy and began to tease her clit with her fingers.

Cade groaned. His fingers dug into Kylie’s thigh, and he propped her calf up against his shoulder, her foot in the air. The angle left her wide open, and allowed him to thrust even harder, more vigorous than before. If his kisses had been sweet earlier, his thrusts were not. They were rough and full of need and power, and each one made her breasts heave and bounce. She tightened her arms against her sides to keep them from jouncing painfully, and her hand continued to work her clit.

“Goddamn, that’s hot,” Cade growled. “Why are you so fucking sexy, Kylie?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she raised her fingers to her mouth and licked them again, returning them back to her pussy a moment later and rubbing harder. His thrusts were slamming into her, shoving her back against the pillows in the bed, but the friction between their bodies was making her own pleasure ratchet up quickly. Moments later, her own orgasm blasted into existence, and she cried out, rubbing herself hard even as her pussy clenched around his pistoning cock.

Cade snarled and palmed one of her breasts, and she felt his entire body shake with his own violent release. Twice more, he pumped into her, movements ragged, and then he collapsed onto her, sweating and spent.

She sighed, a little surprised she’d come so quickly. That had been nice, though. His weight on her was nice, too. Heavy and pressing her into the mattress, and so good that she felt utterly replete. Her fingers went to the long, boyish curls of his hair and she began to toy with them, fascinated by his hair as always.

“Am I too heavy?” he murmured, and his hand went to her breast, teasing a nipple idly.

“Not at all.”

“Then you don’t mind if I stay here for a moment and just bask in you?”

Her lips curved into a soft smile. “Bask all you want.”

They remained locked together for several minutes, Kylie idly playing with Cade’s hair and feeling his breath strum across her skin. He rubbed his fingers over her nipple, but in an almost contemplative way. And though the touch was arousing, she wasn’t sure if he was going to do more than just that.

“I have to leave for two weeks,” Cade murmured, interrupting her thoughts.

“You do?”

He nodded against her breasts. “Meeting with a UNICEF group to discuss funding, and then after that, I have to attend annual board meetings in New York City for a week straight. It’s going to be very, very dull.” He lifted his head and gave her an apologetic grimace. “But it’s also been planned for six months so I can’t exactly get away.”

“Oh,” she said. Because what else could she say? It wasn’t like she was in charge of his schedule. It wasn’t like she knew anything about his schedule at all, really. And she should have been relieved that he’d be gone for two weeks so she could concentrate on work without having to worry if he was about to show up for a show and drag her into a closet for some mouth-on-pussy action. If he’d insist on her spending another night with him. And another. And another.

But she wasn’t relieved. If anything, she was . . . sad. Unhappy at the thought of not seeing him for two weeks. And she kind of hated that. “Does this mean I get my panties back?”

His mouth quirked. “Not until I get my pictures of you. I’m going to need something to keep me company in the board room.” He leaned down and tongued one of her nipples in a slow, delicious tease. “Something to look forward to when I get done with work.”

“You know this was only supposed to be one night, Cade,” she murmured. “Tonight only.”