The Billionaire's Beautiful Mistake(31)

When her fingers lightly touched his erection, she jerked her hand back, thinking that she’d hurt him in some way. But his response was to groan and put her hand back. With fevered eyes staring into hers, he showed her how to touch him, how to wrap her hand around his erection and stroke him.

Violet gave him control of her hands, accepting his tutelage and trying to learn everything he was willing to show her.

“You’re different,” she finally said, her mouth dry and her lips barely able to form the words. He felt so strong and powerful in her hands, and yet, she sensed that she had an enormous amount of control right at this moment.

Creek looked down into her blue eyes and almost lost it right then and there. She was so fascinated, so excited by this, and he could barely hold back. He had to pull her hand away or embarrass himself.

“My turn,” he said and stood up, lifting her under her arms and spinning around so that she was lying on the bed and he was looming over her.

His fingers quickly dispensed with her shoes and socks, then he unsnapped and unzipped her jeans, pulling the denim down her long, slender legs. That damn bra had to go, he thought and reached out, grabbing her hands and pulling her into a sitting position again. With deft fingers, he opened the closure and tossed the offending cotton bra out of his way.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his mind dismissing the possibility that this woman was a call girl. There was no way Violet could be a prostitute. Not this woman.

With that in mind, he bent down and ran his hands over her chest, following the same path that she’d done on him. First down the center and then over to her breasts, teasing her nipples with his fingers before following that up with his mouth. But he was much more voracious as he sucked and nibbled, soothed and caressed. And much more merciless.

As he moved down her body, his hands leading the way and his fingers teasing every inch of her delectable body, he almost laughed with delight. But the need was too strong for something as ludicrous as laughter. It was all about showing this woman that she was his, that he would give her what she needed.

When he entered her this time, he pressed into her heat, groaning at how wet she was, how tight and perfect. All he wanted was to press deeper into her heat, to lose himself in the feeling. But he also wanted to make this as special as possible for her.

Ah, he shouldn’t have let her touch him, he thought. Even thinking back to the way she’d looked, her delicate hands on his body, made him want to move faster.

Pulling her closer, he lifted her legs, pressing himself deeper.

Violet could barely breathe, couldn’t think, and couldn’t even see straight. All she knew was that Creek was moving inside of her and she wanted to splinter apart with his touch. When she neared the cliff, she didn’t want to go over. It was too wonderful, feeling him like this. But then his hands moved against her body and she screamed out, losing herself in his caress, and loving him even more. Putting her hands around his neck, she arched her body against his as she felt him pounding into her, loved the way his whole body made love to her.

And when she could open her eyes again, when she could see, if still a little fuzzy, she looked straight up into his eyes. “Thank you,” she breathed, her hands moving to his jaw, so hard and powerful, and yet he still turned his head into her hand, wanting more of her caress.

Creek rolled over, still intimately attached to her and buried his face in her hair as he slowly returned to reality. “That was incredible,” he whispered in her ear as his hands smoothed down her back, cupping her bottom just the way he’d wanted to do that first night when she’d been trying to grab mugs by herself.

“I agree,” she finally whispered. When she turned her head, propping her chin up on his chest, she tilted her head slightly. “Are you just trying to get out of eating my cooking?” she teased.

Creek looked into her blue eyes, worried for a moment that she was serious, that he’d somehow hurt her feelings by not eating dinner first. But the glint in her eyes assured him differently, and he growled as he rolled her onto her back once more. “Dinner is served,” he said and moved lower.

Violet wasn’t sure what he meant for a long moment, but when she figured it out, she burst out laughing and tried to wiggle away from his seeking mouth. “No!” she gasped when he captured her hands and pulled her back underneath him. “Really! You don’t…!”

“I do!” he argued right back.

She shook her head, unable to stop the lock of hair from falling across her face. “You’re funny,” she said, sounding slightly surprised.

“Why is that such a shock to you?” he asked and moved higher, propping his head on his upraised elbow and looking down at her naked glory. “Some might think I’m very funny,” he quipped.