The Billionaire's Beautiful Mistake(23)

And then the doorbell rang.

Creek looked at Violet, his eyes showing his fury. Was another man…?

“Pizza!” she gasped, grabbing the quilt and covering herself with it.

The damn pizza! He grabbed his slacks and pulled them on. He pulled two twenty dollar bills out of his wallet and stormed to the door.

“Pizza delivery!” a teenager said with an eager smile.

Creek grabbed the large cardboard box, slapped the money into the kid’s hands, and turned around.

“Hey, the pizza is only fifteen dollars,” he called out just as Creek was about to close the door.

“Keep the change,” Creek said before the door slammed on the kid’s astonished expression. Dumping the box onto the kitchen counter, he walked right back into the bedroom, pulling the condoms out of his wallet.

“Where were we?” he asked as he pulled the blanket away from Violet.

She smiled tentatively. “I believe you were up here,” she said and started to pull his shoulders down to her.

Creek laughed, a deep, sexy sound that sent shivers throughout her whole body. “Nice try,” he told her with a chuckle, and kissed his way back down her body. “Let’s see,” he said as if contemplating a painting. “Yes. I believe…” and his hands moved between her legs. One finger slid inside of her and he closed his eyes as he felt her muscles tighten around his finger, the wet heat surrounding him. “You’re gorgeous,” he groaned, as his mouth followed his hand. He couldn’t wait another moment to taste her. He nuzzled the dark curls trying to hide his goal from view, and a moment later, his tongue whipped out, lashing her wet folds even as his fingers moved inside of her.

Violet couldn’t take that kind of heat and tried to pull back even as she screamed out his name. But he didn’t relent, and her fingers flew to his hair, gripping the dark locks as he laved her body’s most secret place. Within moments, she was splintering apart, feeling like her body was throbbing with the most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced. She thrashed around on the bed, trying to control the uncontrollable. And when it was all over, she breathed, her eyes still closed, and her body almost numb from the experience.

A ripping sound caused her eyes to open up and she watched in mute fascination as Creek rolled a condom down over his impressive length. She licked her lips again, her mouth feeling painfully dry, but her body was ready for this, wanted this! She wanted Creek so badly, her body was already aching even though she’d just experienced the most glorious sensations from him.

The man stood over her, and she pulled her eyes away from that overly huge erection. “Creek,” she started to say, but he stopped her by leaning down and covering her mouth with his, kissing her like she was dessert even though they hadn’t had dinner yet. The pressure down lower caused her to gasp as she felt him pressing into her body. Initially, she was going to tell him to stop, that there was too much of him and she didn’t want this any longer. But then he moved inside of her and any possibility of speech was obliterated as his body filled her in a way that was so perfect, so wonderful that she just wanted the sensations to continue.

“Open your eyes, Violet,” he commanded, with a voice that sounded like it was coming through gravel.

Creek wanted her to know who was making love to her. As he pressed deeper and deeper into her hot, wet sheath, he needed her to look at him and see his face. He was determined to make this better than any other man who had ever been in her arms. He wanted to somehow make all of her past lovers disappear. There was only a small pressure and he hesitated, not sure what was going on. Her eyes closed for a moment, her fingers tightening on his shoulders, but then she breathed in and out, and opened her eyes. Those glittering, blue depths made his body shudder.

As he moved inside of her, he watched her face soften, her eyes glisten with desire, and he knew that she was all here, right with him as they moved together. He could feel her inner muscles tightening around him, her hips lifting to meet his and they were in perfect rhythm. For long moments, he moved like that, shifting and sliding into her core, enjoying the way she moaned softly when he moved in a way that she liked. But as he continued, the slow, easy pace wouldn’t work for him any longer. He needed more. He wanted her out of control. He needed her to feel the insane need for him that he was currently feeling for her.

He loved the way her breathing changed as he sped up, the way her body arched into his, trying to feel more, to reach that same peak. If he didn’t know better, he would start to suspect that this woman was inexperienced, and wasn’t sure how to find her own climax. But that was impossible. He refused to believe that after handing that check over to her stepfather earlier.