The Billionaire's Favourite Mistake(34)

"Am I distracting you? I'm sorry. Actually, I'm not sorry about any of  this. I like you putting your hands on me. Feels like I've been waiting  forever for this moment."

She gave him another quieting look.

Asher chuckled. He tended to ramble when he grew nervous around her.  She was just too damn distracting, with all that gorgeous skin and  luscious hair.         

     



 

And those tits. He couldn't forget those tits. Hell, he wanted to reach  out and caress one right now, but he was pretty sure she'd smack him  down with another quelling look.

Plus, she was getting a lot closer to his dick, and he wanted her to  touch him there. He couldn't help it; he was a guy and they thought with  the little head downstairs. Nothing wrong with that, especially when  her fingers were stroking his happy trail and playing along his stomach  muscles. She was heading in the right direction.

She peeked up at him through dark lashes, and then a wicked smile  curved her mouth. "You're just dying for me to do this, aren't you?" And  her hand grazed along his cock.

Fuuuuck. "You know me too well."

"I do," she said thoughtfully. "I've always known you well." And her hand stroked up and down his groin once more.

That sobered him. Not her touch-though that was fucking amazing-but her  quiet statement. While he'd been wrapped up in his own little world for  the last few years, she'd been watching him from afar and loving him.  And he'd thrown it all away.

Never again, he promised Greer silently. I never will hurt you again.  "Am I an ass if I say I'm glad?" His fingers stroked down her arm, ever  so lightly.

"I suppose not." She bit her lip and then began undoing his belt. A  moment later, her hands went to the fastenings of his slacks and then  she pushed his zipper down. His cock was jutting out from his boxers,  the head leaking so much precum that the fabric was sticking to his  skin. He was aching for her to touch him. His entire body was tense with  need. Hell, if she didn't touch him again, he didn't trust himself not  to pin her to the bed and start dry humping her, slacks and all.

When she looked up at him again, uncertain, he closed his eyes and groaned out a single word. "Please."

"All right."

A moment later, her small, soft hands pushed his pants down, tugging  his boxers with them. His cock sprang free, and then she was caressing  his aching cock with her fingers, letting them dance lightly over his  skin.

He nearly came right then and there.

"Your skin is so hot right here," she murmured. "Is . . . is it okay if I touch you like this?"

"I think I'd fall to pieces if you didn't."

Her warm chuckle made his entire body jerk. He wanted those smiling  lips and that breath on his cock, against his skin. His mind went to  dark, erotic imaginings, of her getting to her knees and dragging her  tongue along the vein on the underside of his shaft-

"Can I . . . can I taste you?"

Oh god, she was killing him. Asher's hands clenched into fists at his  sides. It didn't matter that he was standing in front of her with his  pants around his ankles, dick in the air. He just knew he would die if  she didn't do as she'd asked in the next moment. "You can put your mouth  anywhere on me you want, Greer."

But he was sure as shit going to open his eyes for this next part.

When he opened his eyes, she was studying him with that intense  expression on her serious face. Like she wanted to make sure she got  things right. "Trust me, sweetheart. You can't fuck this up," Asher told  her. "It'll feel good no matter what you do."

She nodded and then reached one finger out to graze the head of his cock.

He clenched hard in response to her touch, his balls drawing up tight.  As he watched her finger moving on his skin, more precum beaded on the  head. He was dangerously close to blowing his load, and that couldn't  happen. Not yet. Not before he pleasured the living daylights out of  her.

She dragged her finger through the droplets of precum, spreading them  on the head of his cock. Then, with a sly look at him, she put her  finger to her mouth and sucked it.

And holy hell, he was going to remember the sight of that for the rest of his damn life. He'd never seen anything so erotic.

"Salty," she murmured.

"So are you." Hell, he sounded as raspy and rough as a chain smoker . . . and had about as much control.         

     



 

"Can I . . ." Her cheeks flushed and she peeked up at him again. "Can I touch you like you did me? To make you come?"

Yes. Yes. Yes. Ah god, where was his restraint? "If you do that, Greer,  we're gonna be done before we start, and I have far too many plans for  that sweet body of yours."

The soft smile curved her mouth again. "I keep forgetting that your stamina is terrible."

Well, hearing that helped him come down from the ledge a little. Jesus.  Time to stop playing and get to work pleasuring the fuck out of his  woman. He shucked his pants and stepped out of them, then moved forward  and pulled her against his naked frame. "I promised you foreplay, didn't  I? Get your fore ready to be played, woman."





Chapter 10


Greer was rapidly having to reassess Asher's sexual prowess as he  pressed kisses to her neck and moved their twined bodies, ever so  slowly, toward the bed.

He'd been playing her all along. It was clear that the man wasn't  unskilled in the slightest. It was also abundantly clear to her that she  wasn't mad about his little game. It had been done to get her back in  his bed and prove to her that he could give her great sex, and okay,  there wasn't really a downside to that.

Actually, it wasn't just great sex. It was mind-blowing so far, and he  was just now mentioning foreplay. Heaven help her; they'd have to scrape  her off the ceiling by the time he was done.

She'd already orgasmed fast and hard, and that one single orgasm had  been better than endless years of self-pleasure, all combined.  Masturbation felt good, of course, but having a man bite and lick at her  neck while he stroked her clit? Dear God, she'd nearly melted into a  puddle in his arms. The orgasm she'd had was on steroids-bigger, harder,  and more powerful than any she'd ever had before.

His hands on her changed everything. And it was probably safe to say  that he was going to ruin her for masturbation for the rest of her life.  Her own hands couldn't do nearly the things his could, and now she'd be  craving him like an addict. She really should have told him to stop for  her own peace of mind.

But she didn't, because she wanted more of those intense,  mind-shattering orgasms. She wanted the full package-the foreplay, the  penetration, the home run at the end, everything.

The backs of her knees bumped against the edge of the bed and she  nearly fell backward, wobbling against him for support and dragging her  attention back to the moment. "Wh-what are you doing?"

"Pushing you back into the bed so I can have my wicked way with you?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her like a cartoon villain.

"You could just ask," she said, her tone pert. Not that she was mad.  She wanted him to have his wicked way with her, too. God, did she ever.

"I could. ‘Greer, could you please lie down for me so I can tongue your pussy for the next hour?'"

Her entire body shivered at his words. She dropped to the edge of the  bed, her knees weak. She couldn't seem too eager. "W-will it help you  practice?"

The terrible man licked his lips as he gazed down at her. "Very much so."

Oh, sweet lord have mercy. "I thought we were going to do foreplay?" she said faintly.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not forgetting about those pretty breasts of  yours." He tapped a hand on her shoulder. "Now, lie back for me."

"Any particular way?" Even as she asked, she eased herself backward,  feeling oddly self-conscious though she did her best not to show it.  This couldn't be the most flattering angle of her now-plumper pregnancy  body. She swung her legs onto the bed and curled them slightly,  resisting the urge to squeeze her arms together so her breasts would  look fuller.

"You look beautiful just like that." Asher gave her a saturnine smile  and moved onto the bed next to her, then propped himself up on his side  so he could gaze down at her body. "Now, let me have a moment just to  admire things."

"Take all the time you want." She was rather proud of how confident she  sounded just then. Not rattled at all at the thought of the man she'd  been in love with for years staring down at her naked body when it  wasn't at its most attractive.         

     



 

He propped up his chin on his hand for a long minute, gazing down at her face.

"What?" she asked when he didn't move to do anything.

Asher shrugged. "I just like looking at you."

Damn it. She felt a surge of pleasure at his words. She should have  been mad at him, remembering that night in the gardens when he did her  wrong-and did her wrong so badly. But all she could think about at the  moment was the bright blue of his eyes, the way he gazed down at her so  covetously. She loved that feeling. She wanted it to go on forever.