Seducing the Billionaire's Wife(27)

Baring her body to him, he cupped her breasts in his hands, dropping a kiss on each nipple before taking a hard point into his mouth.

She cried out as he sucked her deep inside his mouth. Her fingers sank into his hair, holding him to her. As if he would go anywhere in this moment. Using his free hand, he pinched her neglected nipple.

She moaned and writhed against him. “More, Drew. More.”

He cupped her breasts once more and pushed them together, trying to take both nipples into his mouth at once. He was greedy for her, for the taste of her skin, for the sounds of her excitement and pleasure.

It filled his ears, his very being. Nothing had prepared him for this. Slowing down, he eased back and took in her golden skin that had been warmed by the sun. The triangles of white on her breasts and the small strip of blond curls between her thighs was nearly his undoing.

“So beautiful,” he said. “So damn gorgeous.”

He spun her around, took her hands, and held them up in the air, only to press them against the wood. “Don’t move.” He kissed his way down her long back, gliding his hands down the curves of her waist. “So soft.”

“Oh,” she cried as he massaged the perfect globes of her ass.

“Turn around for me, beautiful,” he said.

After a moment of hesitation, she did, and he peered up at her as she said, “Now what?”

He lifted her leg and put it on his shoulder, opening her to him. “Now you get to lean back and watch.”


Hannah’s toes curled as Drew’s head dipped. Her heart pounded, and her blood rushed through her veins. She sucked in a breath at his first touch. He lapped at her, and her legs started to shake. His large hands skimmed up her thighs and around her hips to cup her bottom, bringing her more fully against him.

“Breathe, Hannah.”

She exhaled. “I’m trying.” But he made it impossible. He slid his tongue along her folds, dipped it inside, and made her cry out his name.

His rough stubble abraded her tender skin, but she didn’t care. All she could do was feel him, feel his lips, his tongue… his touch. He ate at her like a man starved, and she felt herself hurtling toward an orgasm so good that she didn’t bother trying to draw this out.

Or maybe she knew she couldn’t draw it out. Drew was that good.

Stars sparked behind her eyes, and she fell apart. She dug her fingers into his wet hair, seeking something substantial to ground her. Her body was flying. It was out of control.

Drew sucked on her clit, and she screamed.

No, her body was under his control.

Letting go her of her, Drew stood and took her mouth. She could taste herself on his tongue. His erection rubbed against her, so long and thick and perfect. She gently grabbed him there, stroking his skin and then adding liquid shower gel.

He let out a groan, encouraging her to continue. “Don’t stop,” he said, bracing his hands on either side of her. “Please.”

It was a heady feeling to have him at her mercy like this, while she stroked, fondled, and rubbed her thumb over the tip of him. “Kiss me,” she ordered, and he slammed his mouth against hers. She sucked his tongue inside, never stopping the rhythm of her hands on his body. He was close; she knew it. She wanted him to come. She wanted to—she tried to get on her knees, but he wouldn’t allow it.

“No. Kiss me,” he ordered. “I can’t remember the last time I’ve—” He nipped at her bottom lip. “You taste so sweet. Give me more.”

Unable to resist, she gave him what he wanted. What she wanted. It was sweet and erotic and more than she ever thought possible.

His body shuddered, hot spurts hitting her skin as he came. He wrenched his mouth away and dropped his head to her shoulder. “Hannah. That was…” he panted.

“I know. I felt the same way.” She started to rinse, but Drew wrapped his arms around her.

“Let me take care of you.” He grabbed the bottle of shower gel, poured some in his hands, and then began to soap down her body. Her nipples hardened.

“You keep that up and we’ll be in here for hours,” he said with a smirk.

“Unlimited hot water,” she replied. “And we haven’t gotten to the best part.”

He grimaced. “I don’t have protection with me. I didn’t plan on jumping you like this.”

She ran a hand through his hair. “If it makes you feel any better, I jumped you.”

Touching her between her thighs, he began to stroke her again. “Can you forgive me for being so unprepared?”

Gasping, tremors of pleasure rocked through her body. “I’ll let you make it up to me.”

“My pleasure, sweetheart.”