The Billion Dollar Bachelor(16)

“So, is that it then? You had your brush with the wild side and now it’s time for me to go home?”

He moved all of a sudden, dropping her wrist to pull her in close, her body hard against his. “Did I say”—his hands slid down over her butt, squeezing gently, the ridge of his erection pressing between her thighs—“anything about you going home?”

Her breath caught, the anger burning out as quickly as it had come, the ache of desire beginning again. Just as well he wanted her to stay because she really didn’t have anywhere else to go right now. “Um … I guess not … .”

“You’re damn right.” He spread his hands, lifted her without any apparent effort at all. “But this time we’re using the bed.”

In the darkness of another room, he laid her down on a huge white bed, the sheets cool against her burning skin. She watched as he stood beside the bed and undressed, hungry for the sight of him. The room was dark but even so, she could see the hard lines of a muscular chest and defined abs. Lean hips and powerful legs. He pushed his pants down, taking his boxers with them, and she didn’t look away. She’d seen naked men on the Internet before but not one in real life. And even though he’d been inside her already, seeing him so hard and ready and … large, was still a shock.

Without any hurry, he pulled open the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed and took out something—another silver packet.

He handed her the packet. “I guess you’ve never put a condom on a man before, either?”

Pandora stared at the condom in her hand. “Uh, no.”

“Never practiced on bananas in sex ed at school?”

“Nope.” The private and very exclusive girls school she’d gone to had no sex ed.

“Do you want me to do it then?”

Her jaw firmed and she sat up. “Are you kidding me?”

He laughed, a soft, low sound that made her shiver. “That’s the spirit. I like determination in a woman. Do it right and you’re in for one hell of a reward tonight.”

Ripping open the foil packet, she took out the condom and began to gingerly roll the latex down over him. “Considering it’s my birthday tomorrow, I think I deserve a reward anyway.” She looked up at him. “Don’t you?”

The darkness of the room shadowed his face, the intense color of his eyes muted. He smiled, reaching out and cupping her face in his hand. “I think you deserve a lot of things, Snow.” His thumb brushed over her lower lip. “Things you maybe don’t get, hmmm?”

A painful, tight feeling collected in her chest. Yeah, there were things she didn’t get. Plenty of things. Things all the money in the world couldn’t buy. Like freedom. Like closeness. Like touch. Like, shit, even friendship.

Things she would never have while she was Nick Garret’s daughter. Or Sergei’s wife.

Pandora turned her cheek against his hand and looked away. “Yeah. Maybe.”

There was a moment where he paused and she wondered if he was going to ask her more questions. But he didn’t. All he said was, “Back on the bed, sweetheart.”

Relieved in ways she couldn’t have articulated, she did as she was told, lying on her back, letting him spread her legs apart. He touched her, his fingers sliding over the slick flesh between her thighs, testing her gently. “Are you sore?”

“N-no.” Aching, yes. Sore, definitely not.

He bent his head, still stroking her, the muscles of her thighs tightening—hell, everything tightening—as she got a hint of what he was about to do.

Her fingers curled on the sheets. “Hunt … ”

“Hush. It’ll be okay.” His palms settled on her thighs, holding her legs apart, then he bent further and she felt his tongue against her clit, striking sparks through her body like a flint against stone. She gasped, quivering under his hands as he began to lick her, slow and easy, those sparks striking hotter, brighter with each lick.

It seemed impossible that anything could equal what had happened out in the lounge but apparently it was very possible. To have that sharp, intense pleasure leap into life inside her once more.

She dug her fingers into the sheets, her back arching, a long, low moan breaking from her. It was too much and yet it wasn’t enough. She wanted … more. Whatever he could give her.

“Please …” she whispered brokenly. “Hunt … ”

But he kept it slow, leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world. And only when she was shaking and on the brink of release, did he push inside her, making her tremble. There was no pain, no pain at all, or even discomfort. Just the sensation of fullness, of being stretched and opened. And it felt so good, that horrible, tightness in her chest vanishing until there was nothing but him. Nothing but the heat of his bare skin against hers, the delicious friction of his cock moving inside her, the spice and musk of his scent, and the feel of his arms as they wrapped around her. Gathering her close as he moved inside her. Giving her pleasure, so much pleasure she couldn’t stand it.