Right Billionaire, Wrong Wedding (Sexy Billionaires)(28)

He licked her clit slowly, teasingly. She twisted on the stairs, biting her lip to control the sensations he invoked.

“You should stop,” she said, but they both knew her words held no heat. Instinctively, Allison opened her legs wider, giving him more room. He eagerly played with her, slipping one torturous finger into her wet slit.

Allison cried out from the pleasure. She panted heavily when his finger began to stroke inside her. Unable to stop herself, she rocked her pelvis against his sinful mouth.

Wordless cries tore from her mouth as she felt pressure build within her. Each lap of his tongue, each skillful brush of his fingers, brought her closer and closer to climax.

“Don’t stop,” she said in a direct countermand to her previous order.

He didn’t bother replying, merely slid a second finger into her.

“God,” she gasped.

It was the light scrape of his teeth against her clit that sent her over the edge. “Darian,” she cried, coming apart in his arms. Her orgasm crashed over her. The stairs whirled around her, pleasure suffusing every cell in her body.

Darian raised his head to watch her, a satisfied smile on his face. “What a beautiful sight,” he murmured, holding her steady.

There was no hiding her panting breath as she tried to get her body back under control. “That was incredible.”

“Told you so,” he replied, pride in his voice.

“I think I like the side of you that likes doing naughty things in inappropriate places.”

“Just think of all the other places we could play,” he purred. “After the bed.”

“Moving is so not an option right now,” she said, molding into the steps. Her limbs were nothing but sated mush. The idea of standing right now was ludicrous.

“But there’s so much more to come,” he murmured, trailing his lips over her shoulder. “You’re not even properly undressed.”

“And whose fault is that? I was totally trying to climb these stairs when you pulled me back.”

“Not a decision I regret,” he said. A shiver ran through her as the tip of his tongue traced the shell of her ear. “I have a big, comfy bed just waiting for you.”

She groaned at the words.

“Don’t you want me inside you, Ali?”

Desire shot through her body, an occurrence she would have thought impossible.

“The night is just getting started,” he whispered into her ear. “All you have to do is stand up.”

Unable to deny him anything, she did her best to push to her feet. She locked her knees to keep from falling over and pushed herself against the wall for support.

“Up,” Darian urged, his eyes liquid heat.

Allison gripped the banister and used it to pull herself up the stairs.

He wrapped an arm around her waist before guiding her down the long hall and into his bedroom.

“So much better than the stairs,” she told him as she eyed the king-sized bed that stretched before them.

“Yeah?” He gripped her waist and threw her onto the bed.

Allison bounced on the soft mattress then rolled onto her back to see him.

He watched her intently as he undid the buttons of his fly.

“Perfect,” she said, pushing herself up to enjoy the show.

He stripped the denim from his body with far more grace than she would have. Did everything the damn man did have to be sexy?

“You’re turn,” he said, standing before her in only his boxers.

Without hesitation she rose onto her knees.

“What should I take off first? This?” she teased, running her fingers along the waist of her skirt to spread across her stomach. “Or this?” Her hands moved upwards to cup her own breasts.

“Bra,” he said, his voice hoarse.

A quick twist of her fingers loosened the clasp. Without any embarrassment, she shred the material from her body.

“Now those boxers,” she said.

Darian obviously didn’t need to be asked twice. The underwear was quick to join his discarded jeans.

She couldn’t help licking her lips as her eyes dropped to his exposed cock.

“My my,” she purred. Someone was glad to see her.

“You’ve got one more piece of clothing that needs to disappear,” he said.

“So I do.” She pulled on the waistband. “Guess that means I win.”

“If that’s what it will take to get you naked, then I wholeheartedly agree.”

Rolling onto her back, she wiggled out of the skirt and then tossed it at him. “Someone seems to have made off with my panties,” she said. “That might cause some problems getting dressed tomorrow.”

He dropped her skirt to the ground and crawled onto the bed. The heat in his eyes burned her with his need. An answering desire rose within her. One she wanted to fulfill immediately.