Billionaire Bachelors 6 ; Runaway Heiress(52)

He squeezed them together, moving his head back and forth, driving her insane as he pleasured her ni**les over and over.

She reached her hands down and unclasped the buttons on his jeans, pushing her hand inside the tight denim until she hit payday and wrapped her fingers around his silky smooth erection. She pulled it free, rubbing her thumb across the head, nearly giddy when moisture dripped out, showing her how ready he was for her.

Chad cried out when she ran her nail across the sensitive tip, then down his long length. Then she gripped him tightly and moved her fist up and down several times.

With another groan, Chad released her br**sts and ripped off her panties, leaving her naked on his lap. He closed his mouth on hers at the same time that he thrust hard inside her hot, wet core.

"Oh …  I've missed you, Chad," she cried out, the intense feeling of pleasure causing so many emotions to rush through her newly found mind. She didn't want gentle. She didn't want slow. She wanted fast and hard, and now!

She ground herself against him, her swollen nub rubbing against the base of his erection, making her cry out. He gripped her hips tightly in his and pushed up in her. 

Bree gripped his shoulders and used the rock as leverage as she met him thrust for thrust. Her thigh muscles burned as the two of them moved together, but she ignored it. She ignored everything but the immense sensations washing through her.

"Yes … " she called as her body convulsed with release. She gripped him tightly as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her. Then he cried out as he pushed so hard against her, she didn't know where he ended and she began and she continued to ride the wave with him.

Bree was spent. She couldn't move a single muscle if she had to. She laid her head on Chad's shoulder and soaked up the sun on her back and the feel of his hands caressing her damp skin. She took in the moment  –  the intensity  –  the love.

Chad didn't move for several minutes. Eventually he placed his hand under her chin and lifted her face so she had no choice but to look at him. She gave him a sheepish grin.

"What the hell was that?" he asked.

"I wanted you."

"I always want you," he replied with his own smile. It seemed their fight was over. "I usually have more restraint than to ravage you in the open, though."

"I'm glad you didn't resist," she said, then leaned in and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. Chad quickly grabbed her hips and moved her off him so suddenly her legs almost gave out. She caught herself at the last second.

"Not a chance. We need to get you dressed before one of my hands come wandering out here," he commanded as he turned around. She walked up and wrapped her arms around his back, trailing her fingers down his stomach.

"Are you sure?"

"You're trying to kill me, aren't you?" he said with a chuckle. He turned and gave her a quick kiss on the nose, before bending to retrieve her dress. He slipped it over her head before he realized her bra was still on the ground.

He shook his head, then picked up the green lace and stuffed it in his pocket. Bree gave up and started buttoning her dress. He'd satisfied her initial itch; she could wait ten minutes to get to his bedroom before starting round two.

"If this causes death, then yes, I am. Meet me in the bedroom and I'll … " she whispered the rest in his ear and felt extreme pride when she watched the air leave his body and he gaped at her. She turned and ran toward the house.

She heard him quickly catching up behind her. Just as she ran through the kitchen door, the phone went off.

"It can wait," he said as he pinned her to the wall.

"You know it might be important," she countered. She wanted to ignore it but he still didn't have a stupid answering machine.

"Why does this damn phone ring at the worst possible moments," was Chad's greeting. She giggled as she ran her hands along the bulge in his jeans.

"When?" The tone of his voice stopped Bree. Something was wrong.

"We'll be there," he said before hanging up. He turned and the look in his eye made Bree want to run. She didn't want to know what he had to say.

"Bree … " he began.

"No, I don't want to know," she said, holding up her hand.

"Honey, I'm sorry. It's your dad. He's had a heart attack."

Bree fainted, barely giving Chad time to catch her before she hit the kitchen floor.

Chapter Sixteen

"What?" Bree asked as she came to. Chad was pressing a cold compress to her face. "What's going on?"

"We have to go. Your father had a heart attack. I don't know how bad it is, they just said to get down there right away," Chad answered. The worry in his eyes made her stomach clench. She just got her memory back. She couldn't lose her dad  –  not yet. He was too young, so full of life. Their family couldn't survive the loss. Losing their mother was hard enough.