Billionaire Bachelors 7 ; The Billionaire's Final Stand(92)

He felt like a burglar as he looked inside her private space. Shadows danced in the darkened room, little light managing to get through the closed blinds.

He stepped inside and locked the door behind him, cautiously moving through the small room. It didn't take him long to locate the opened door at the end of the short hallway. He looked inside and found her sleeping on top of the blankets, her face relaxed, her hair cascading over the pillow.

His groin tightened at the sight of her laying there in nothing but a T-shirt, which was riding high, showing him the delectable curve of her round behind.

"Priorities," he reminded himself, the sound of his voice causing her to stir, but not wake.

He sat on the edge of the bed and reached his hand out, stroking her hair.

"Kinsey, wake up. I need to talk to you," he whispered as she began to stir. His stomach knotted as she turned on her back, showing him her barely covered body. Only her br**sts were shielded from his view. He tried being good  –  tried not to look as her leg shifted, her body seeking his in her sleep.

He laid next to her, his endurance being pushed to the limits.

"Kinsey, please wake-up. I need to tell you something," he said, his voice a little louder.

"Austin?" she murmured, her eyes still closed.

"Yes, Kinsey. It's me. I need to talk to you."

"Kiss me," she muttered.

"We really need to talk first, Kinsey," he said through clenched teeth.

"Mmm, need you. Please," she uttered as her body shifted closer.

Austin was lost. How could he refuse her when she was arching into him, her beautiful core bared, her lips red and inviting. Just a little kiss, then he'd stop. Just one kiss …




 

 



Kinsey woke up to the feel of Austin's mouth devouring hers. She knew it was him without opening her eyes. She knew his smell, his taste, his very essence. She knew him.

She opened her eyes, shock consuming her as his tongue slipped into her mouth. What shocked her more was the fact that her arms were wrapped around him, pulling him toward her as her hips pushed up against his hard body.

His hand lifted to her hip, pushing up her shirt, and she felt desire flare through her, cutting all thoughts from her mind. She groaned as his tongue stroked her mouth and his hand climbed higher beneath her shirt. He delved deeper in her mouth, possessing her, claiming her in a way that had her wanting to shout yes.

He surrounded her, his scent, taste, hands and body. He was invading all her senses, overpowering her with his sheer magnetism. She moved against him, needing him to set her free, to relieve the ache he'd so quickly built.

"Kinsey, I came to talk. I need to talk, but … " he uttered as he lifted his head and looked into her eyes.

Talk? She didn't want to talk. She didn't want to think. She didn't want to give herself time to feel guilty. She only wanted to feel the explosion she felt building inside. She grabbed him and brought his lips back to hers.

With a groan, he complied, nipping her bottom lip as his hand slid the rest of the way up her shirt and cupped her straining br**sts. He squeezed her nipple, making her gasp into his mouth.

He shifted, pulling away from her and she protested. He grabbed something from his pants pocket, then shed his clothes in record time. Before she could even blink, he ripped her shirt over her head, then laid on top of her, his full weight crushing her into the mattress.

"Yes," she begged. She pushed her hips against him, wanting him to sink inside her. She ached, pain throbbing in her core. She needed him buried deep, needed it beyond reason.

"Not yet," he warned.

He moved down her neck, quickly reaching her br**sts. He ran his tongue along her swollen ni**les, tasting and teasing them, then pulling one at a time into his mouth, tugging on the buds with his teeth.

He continued down her body, his hands moving along her thighs, then up to cup her flesh, before coming around and spreading her open for him to explore.

He pushed his finger inside, making her cry out as his mouth descended and his tongue licked her flesh. Finally, he sucked her sensitive bud into his mouth, running his tongue against it, sending her flying over the edge.

He stroked her softly as pleasure washed through her, and she fell into an endless black hole, where ecstasy was her only feeling.

Slowly, he climbed up her body, moving sensuously, kissing and nipping at her skin as he made the journey. He reached her face, his eyes dark, filled with lust as he gazed at her. 

He moved to the side, slipped on a condom, then started sliding inside her still quivering body.

He gripped her hair, pulling her lips up to meet his as he greedily took her mouth while his hips drove into her, his thick erection pushing harder, faster and deeper.