The Billionaire's Game(18)

“Baby, you should never be taken in the dark,” Kade answered, annoyed. “Do you know you look just like the picture of yourself in your portfolio? Ripe, needy, and ready to be taken and satisfied.”

Asha knew exactly what picture he was talking about. “You looked at my drawings,” she accused, feeling naked and exposed. That drawing was all about her yearning, her craving for something that didn’t exist.

“Someone? Sometime? Somewhere?” Kade verified gruffly. “I have the answers to those questions.

“Me,” he whispered hoarsely as his lips explored the sensitive shell of her ear, his hot breath making her shiver.

“Now,” he added, his fingers spearing into her hair and his hand pulling her ass up harder against his engorged cock.

“Right fucking here,” he finished with a masculine groan, his lips sweeping down to capture hers.

Kade’s scorching mouth sucked the breath right out of her body. Asha moaned against his lips and opened automatically, her need for this, for him, insatiable. She probably had looked exactly like her self-portrait, because her need was intense and unstoppable, and now Kade was delivering what she wanted with every stroke of his tongue. He kissed like a man possessed, a man determined to conquer and dominate, and she responded with equal desire. Her fingers threaded in his hair and stroked down his neck, needing to touch him as much as he seemed to need to touch her. Asha felt captured, enraptured, and dominated, his hot, muscular body pressed into hers. But she reveled in it, in him. He savored her mouth, his need urgent, but his tongue explored every recess of her mouth like he needed to be acquainted with every inch of it. He vibrated with a masculine growl as she pushed back, as eager to explore the kiss as he, reveling in her freedom to taste him. Knowing Kade wanted her was heady, a pleasure that mesmerized her, filled an emptiness inside her that had been there as long as she could remember.

Kade. Kade. Kade.

Her hips moved forward, her pussy trying to get closer to his engorged member, cursing the layers of denim between them.

Closer. I need to get closer.

Asha knew she was drowning, losing control, but she gave herself over to Kade without a coherent thought, the needs of her body taking priority. She tore her mouth from his and begged, “Please. Oh, please,” she panted, needing more, frantic for more.

Kade lifted her easily onto the kitchen counter, bringing her breasts directly in front of his face. She gasped as he tore off the buttons of her shirt to get it open. Scantily endowed, she had gone braless, and the cool air hitting her sensitive, pebbled nipples was a shock.

“My shirt,” she murmured breathlessly, more embarrassed about her small breasts being revealed than the actual clothing.

“I bought you more,” Kade growled as his mouth sought and found one breast, his other hand coming up to tease the other.

Asha cradled his head against her breast, still panting with need. “Kade. Please.” His fingers and mouth nipped, pinched, and then stroked, driving her need too high, too desperate. Her head fell back against the cupboard, her body feeling like liquid fire as Kade’s mouth devoured her breasts, switching from one to the other, as though he wanted to own them both.

She whimpered, her hands on his shoulders to keep herself from crumpling on the counter.

“You’re so beautiful, Asha. So sweet I could lick and taste every inch of you and still want more,” Kade hissed, his tongue teasing her nipple.

“Small breasts,” she said disjointedly, unable to concentrate on anything except Kade’s heated torture.

“Perfect,” he insisted, his hands cupping her breasts, each thumb teasing a nipple.

Asha squirmed on the counter, the heat and need pulsating between her thighs unbearable. “I need…” she groaned, not quite sure exactly what she needed to make her body stop quivering.

“I know what you need,” Kade answered, his voice low and sultry, his heated breath against her neck. “You need a man to make you come. And that man is going to be me.”

Asha shuddered as she felt his hand move slowly down her belly, caressing her naked skin as he moved lower and lower. The button on her jeans popped open, the zipper yanked down impatiently, and suddenly, Kade’s fingers were there where she needed them, gliding easily through her wet folds and zeroing in on her clit. Each stroke of his talented fingers drew a ragged moan from her lips. She closed her eyes, the pleasure so sharp and intense that it nearly made her come undone. “Yes,” she whispered. “Touch me.” Opening her thighs wider, she wrapped her legs around Kade’s hips, thrusting forward with every stroke of his fingers.