Her eyes widened; then she frantically pushed his shirt up, and he ripped it over his head while she fumbled with the button on his jeans. He kicked them off and Rebecca’s eyes dropped.
“Holy smokes.” Her lips spread in a wide smile.
She pressed her hands to his chest and raised her brows, before slithering down his body and taking him into her mouth. He stilled at the feel of her lips pressed around his arousal and her tongue circling the tip. He tangled his hands in her hair, helping her efforts as she drew him in and out of her mouth, stroking and sucking him hungrily, taking him right up to the goddamn edge of release. He tugged her head back, and she licked her lips, leaving them wet and inviting.
“You’re a dirty girl.” He lifted her easily and laid her on the bed.
“You have no idea,” she said with a wicked look in her eyes. “Get over here.”
“Demanding, aren’t we?”
He grabbed a condom from his dresser drawer and tore it open with his teeth. Rebecca pushed his hand away and rose to take him in her mouth again. Holy fuck. He gritted his teeth against the best damn feeling he’d ever felt, and when she tickled his balls, she owned him. Completely, utterly owned him. He gripped her wrist and pulled it away from his body. She smiled up at him—smiled—her luscious mouth open wide as she flicked the head of his thick length with her tongue. Jesus, he was never going to last with her doing that shit. He yanked her head back, and kneeling over her, he crashed his mouth over hers in a collision of tongues and teeth. He tore away long enough to roll on the condom.
“Are you sure, babe?” He was breathing so hard he could barely spit the words out. “No misunderstandings. It’s still okay if you want to back out.”
She narrowed her eyes and guided him between her legs. “Take me, Pierce. Now.”
Done.
He drove into her deep and fast, until he was buried to the hilt, and he forced himself to lie still, to enjoy her—but it didn’t last. He had to move, to feel and taste her. Everything in the dimly lit room fell away; there was only him and Rebecca and this heated, intimate moment when his heart dripped with emotions. And the look in her eyes as she reached up and touched his cheek, like she felt it too, like she was the absent piece of his heart he never knew was missing. It was a feeling he would never forget.
“Don’t move,” she whispered.
“Am I hurting you?”
Her lips curved up. “No, Pierce. You’re completing me.”
Chapter Nine
“I THINK I’M addicted to you.” Pierce wrapped his arms around Rebecca from behind. He nuzzled against her neck, and when she reached behind her and ran her fingers through his hair, he nipped at her earlobe. “Careful, or you’ll be late for your first day of work.”
They’d spent much of Sunday making love and experiencing the pleasures of each other’s bodies, parting only out of need for nourishment or to reluctantly spend an hour here or there seeing to their responsibilities. Rebecca studied for her new position, while Pierce prepared for his upcoming acquisition, and when the alarm went off Monday morning, they’d reached for each other again.
She turned in to him and cupped him through his trousers. “Mm. If I let go, will you remember to turn your phone on so Wes doesn’t get mad at you again?”
He’d missed another call from Wes, and Rebecca had heard Wes giving him shit about it. It was such a usual occurrence that Pierce had already forgotten the incident. He held her sensual gaze and tried to act cool. “How do you know it’s not on?”
She arched a brow.
“Fine.” He took out his phone and turned it on, privately loving that she remembered, surely saving him from missing calls that he’d have to pay for later.
Rebecca hadn’t asked about Pierce’s work, or the documents he’d been poring over. And even though he loved knowing that she liked him for him, not for what he owned or what he represented, he wanted to tell her that he didn’t just work in the executive offices. If there was one thing Pierce was sure of, it was that honesty mattered. His mother had drilled that into his mind from a young age. Pierce wasn’t used to wanting to expose his life, or his wealth, to anyone, but this weekend, whether they were laughing over breakfast, teasing throughout the day, or sharing their most intimate secrets, he felt the earth shifting, and he felt himself evolving with every passing hour. He wanted to nurture that change, and he wanted to nurture their relationship.
“Becca.” He brought his lips to hers and kissed her softly. “Bec, I don’t want any secrets between us.” She was dressed for work in a black pencil skirt and white button-down blouse. She looked professional and so sexy that Pierce felt a flash of jealousy when he watched her dress. Now he felt her body tense within his arms.
“I need to tell you something, and I hope it won’t change anything between us.”
She drew back with a furrowed brow, and he brought her close again. “Stay close to me, so I can feel your heartbeat against mine.” Ever since she’d said that she could read his feelings by his heartbeat, he’d been reaching out more, trying to become just as in tune to her as she was to him—and holy Christ was she in tune with him.
He tucked her hair behind her ear, hoping that she wouldn’t suddenly turn into one of those money-hungry women he loathed. “I don’t just work in the executive offices of the Astral. I own it.”
She smiled. “Own what?”
“The Astral Resort—and about thirty-two other properties around the world. Thirty-three if all goes well with an upcoming meeting.”
He felt her heartbeat quicken. But her eyes didn’t widen, and she didn’t smile or look impressed. Her lack of response made Pierce’s stomach sink.
“You own them? Like, your name is on the deed, own them?”
He nodded, focusing on keeping her close.
She dropped her eyes to his chest, and when she looked up at him again, she looked confused. “I don’t understand.”
“I own the properties. I—”
“No, not that. I’m not stupid. I understand that you own them, but why would that change things between us?” Now her eyes widened, and when she took a step back, he gathered her close again.
“You mean you don’t want people to know you’re dating a waitress?”
“No. No, Bec. That’s not what I mean at all.”
“I’m confused. So what if you own a million properties? How does that change things between us? I’m a waitress. You’re a business owner.” She shrugged. “Big deal.” She said it easily, as if she’d said, I’m a girl, and you’re a boy, and her smile was so sweet and genuine that he almost fell over. “That’s what we do, Pierce. It doesn’t define us or change us as people.”
“Are you for real?” The whisper in his voice surprised him.
“Do you mean because I’m not jumping up and down because you own the resort?”
He kissed her softly. “Yes, that’s exactly what I mean.”
“Pierce, we’re dating, not getting married. I don’t need your money. I’ve never needed anyone’s money in my life. I’m a little bothered that you’d even think it would change things between us. But honestly, it’s a relief, too, because I thought you were trying to tell me that you didn’t want people to know you were dating a waitress, and then I might have had to knee you in the groin for being shallow.”
He folded her into his arms. “I wish I’d known your mother.”
“I wish you had, too. She’d have given you all sorts of shit for being such a pretty boy.” She went up on her tiptoes and kissed his lips.
“Pretty boy?”
“You know, so good-looking that you’re almost too pretty?”
He tickled her ribs and she shrieked. “I’m kidding!” He grabbed her ribs again, and she doubled over in laughter. “Okay.” She laughed. “Okay. You’re manly and rugged and kinda ugly.” She ran out of the kitchen in her bare feet, and he trapped her against the living room wall.
“Kinda ugly, am I?” He rocked his hips against hers. “I’ll show you kinda ugly.”
“Well, you do have a huge—”
“Hey!”
“Heart, you pig. Although that other thing makes up for your prettiness, too.” She kissed the bottom of his chin and rubbed her hand over his shoulder. “And you have a hot tattoo, which by the way, I’d love to hear the story behind.”
“Maybe one day I’ll tell you. If you can get past my prettiness.” He took her in a sensuous kiss, and when he drew away, she was breathless. Just as he’d hoped. “See you tonight, babe.” He headed for the door.
“Tonight? I don’t live here.”
He turned back. “Wow. Am I that used to you being around? You’re not going to steal my stuff, are you?” He took a step toward the door.
“Wait. You’re leaving me here? I don’t have my car.”
“God, I forgot.” He truly had. “Get your sexy little ass in gear.”
She wiggled her butt and slipped her feet into her heels.
“Christ, Rebecca. You’re like a walking centerfold. The customers are going to love you.” He handed Rebecca her purse and slipped his arm around her waist. “I’ve never been jealous a day in my life, and just the thought of you around those flashy high rollers has my stomach twisting in knots.”