The Billionaire's Favourite Mistake(22)

"I'll need you to stay still," he chided her. "Unless I do something  wrong, and then if I do, you need to tell me that you didn't like it,  all right?"

She nodded slowly. "I will." Her eyes closed again.

Asher wondered if she'd hit him if he pulled her against him and buried  his face in her gorgeous, high breasts. Probably. It'd probably be  worth the hit, too. But he restrained himself and cradled her smaller  form against him, intent on his original plan. He leaned in and kissed  her brow again, and noticed that a tremor shot through her. Trembling  with . . . desire? Fear? "You okay?"

She nodded again, silent.

"You should probably put your arms on me somewhere. If we were dating, you'd probably want to touch me."

Her eyes snapped open at that. "We're not dating and maybe I don't want to touch you."

"Maybe I'm not the only one who needs to work on my love words."

Her cheeks flushed and she slapped a hand on his bicep. "Happy?"

"Thrilled." Asher leaned in again. She shivered as he leaned in close,  and his dick got incredibly hard. Goddamn. She was reacting to him,  wasn't she? He pressed a kiss on her other eyebrow and then pulled back.  Her nipples were hard against the thin fabric of her shirt, and he had  to bite back a groan. Fuck. This was going to be pure torture. "That  okay?" His voice sounded ragged even to his own ears.

She gave him a quick nod and tilted her head back, waiting patiently  for more kisses. Her hand on his bicep had curled into the fabric of his  shirt, as if she had to hold on to him. He loved that.

Asher leaned in and put his hand to her chin, tilting her face as he  gently kissed her cheekbones, her nose, her forehead, her jaw-everywhere  on her face that he thought she might like a kiss. She didn't pull  away. If anything, she seemed to lean in to his touch. Her mouth was  soft and inviting, slightly parted and just begging for his lips, but he  forced himself not to move too fast.         

     



 

"How am I doing?" he asked as he gently nipped at her jaw.

She shivered against him again, and he felt her fingers flex against  his shirt. "I think this is . . . good." She sounded distracted,  distant. Her other hand went to his knee, as if trying to pull him  closer.

Just good? He'd have to do better. Pressing his lips to the curve of  her cheek, he moved toward her ear. "What about over here?"

"You want to kiss my ears?"

"Sure." They were as pretty and delicate as the rest of her. His hand  went to her ear and gently caressed the shell of one. "Unless you think  it'd be a bad idea."

"No, go ahead," she breathed. A quick glance down told him that she was  panting lightly, her breasts heaving under the silk blouse, nipples  pointing. Christ, she was beautiful.

His hand went to the nape of her neck to hold her, and he leaned in and gently took one earlobe between his teeth, nipping it.

She audibly sucked in a breath.

He should have teased her a bit more. Asked her if she still liked it.  But all the teasing in him had been forgotten. Instead, he gently  flicked his tongue against her earlobe and then sucked on it, running  his tongue over that tiny bit of sensitive flesh.

And she moaned.

Fuck, that was sexy. Asher swallowed his own moan and continued to make  love to her sweet ear, tonguing and licking her lobe and lavishing it  with attention. Her nails dug into his arm, but she was drawing him  closer. Her hand went to his hair and she clung to him, holding him  there.

Holding him to her ear so he could tongue-fuck it.

Sexiest thing ever.

He pulled back, though, because he wanted to wait and see how she'd respond if he stopped.

She whimpered and pulled him forward, her hands demanding. She wanted this. Wanted his mouth on her.

That was all the encouragement Asher needed. He returned to making love  to her ear, tonguing and licking and nipping to see which motions got  the most results from her. She loved when his tongue traced the shell,  but she also quivered against him when he bit down gently on her  earlobe. Hell, she loved all of it, and he wanted to hold her and  perform this sweet torture on her for hours.

But he wanted more. He wanted to claim her soft, sweet mouth. To feel  her open up against him and press her tongue to his. To lick at her  mouth the way he was licking at her earlobe. To drive her wild with his  kisses. To prove to her that he could arouse her. Asher pulled back and  cupped her face in his hands. "I want your mouth."

Her lips parted. Her eyes were glazed with need and soft with arousal, and fuck, she was gorgeous.

"Give it to me, Greer." Asher leaned in, closing the distance, until  his mouth was close enough to hers to kiss . . . but just far enough  away. He wanted her to seal the deal.

Her gaze flicked from his eyes to his mouth, as if trying to make up  her mind . . . or simply trying to think with a brain drugged from his  caresses. Did she need encouraging, then? He brushed a thumb over her  full lower lip, then pressed it down in the center, parting her mouth  just a bit more.

She leaned in, and then she was his.

Their lips met, hers barely brushing against his mouth. It was enough.  She was crossing the distance between them, and he'd take it from here.  Asher nipped at her lower lip, pressing gentle, soft kisses there. Greer  was motionless against him, making soft little noises in her throat  with each brush of his lips against hers. Did she think he was a  terrible kisser? All tongue and no finesse? He'd show her just how  careful and patient he could be, and everything he could do with his  lips. So he continued to press light, sweet kisses to her mouth, over  and over again, coaxing her to part her mouth against his. He was  desperate to brush his tongue against hers and see how it'd be received,  but he was a patient man. He could wait.

So he kissed her, over and over again. Quick kisses. Slow kisses.  Brushes of his lips against hers. Fierce nips and coaxing caresses. With  each one, Greer seemed to melt in his arms a bit more. And with each  press of his mouth to hers, Asher's body ached for release. The need to  claim her as his own was staggeringly strong.         

     



 

When her tongue meekly brushed against his, Asher's control nearly came  undone. With a groan, he gave up on holding back and kissed her as hard  and fierce as he'd wanted to. His tongue slicked into her mouth and he  took over, tasting her sweetness over and over again.

There was no turning back for him now. Any thought of giving up on  Greer and moving on with his life? Utterly vanished. She was his. This  sweet, giving mouth? His. This timid, eager tongue? His. The passionate  woman in his arms? All his. With every coaxing flick of his tongue, he  was letting her know that she belonged to him.

When she was gasping for air and making small, mewing sounds in her  throat, he gave her one last fierce thrust of his tongue and then  released her. His hands remained on her cheeks, cupping her face. It  would force her to make eye contact with him, and he wanted to see the  look in her eyes.

There it was, he thought with fierce satisfaction as she gazed up at  him through her lashes. The need in her dark eyes making them liquid  with desire. The softness in her gaze as she looked at his mouth and  then back up at him, as if asking for more without saying it aloud. And  God, that dazed, needy expression in her eyes? That was almost as good  as fucking. Almost.

He leaned in and gently kissed her mouth one last time. "How'm I doing?"

"Hmm?" She blinked.

"At kissing?" He nipped at her lower lip, and loved it when she shivered again. "How am I doing so far?"

"Oh." She licked her lips, her little tongue darting out to sweep over  the taste of him on her mouth. It made his cock ache all over again. "I .  . . I think there's definite progress."

He grinned. "But not perfect, right? So clearly we need to practice more."

"Clearly," she breathed, and raised her arms to go around his neck again.

He was all too happy to give her more.





Chapter 7


By the time they called the kissing session for the night, Greer  staggered back out to her car, dazed, and was shocked to see that only  an hour and a half had passed since she'd first stepped into the hotel  room.

My goodness. She sat in the car, staring ahead of her, keys in the ignition and all but forgotten.

Okay, so that was kissing. Real kissing. Greer touched her mouth in  wonder. It felt swollen and just a little bit raw from all the kissing  she'd done. And . . . it felt wonderful. More than wonderful, it felt  sexy and powerful and needy at the same time. All of her was needy,  actually. Between her thighs, she throbbed with heat, and her nipples  felt like they'd turned to stone, they were so hard. Her entire body  felt liquid and delicious . . . and aching.

If the night in the gardens had been like this . . .

It was confusing, too. After the marathon kissing session? Where Asher  had done nothing but kiss the hell out of her and ask her if he was  doing it right?