The Billionaire's Virgin(55)

Then, because she simply couldn’t help herself, she leaned forward and licked the head of his cock, suddenly desperate to taste him there too.

Salty. He tasted salty and hot and . . . God, he was delicious. She’d never realized this could be good, that she’d actually want to taste a man like this. But she did. So she opened her mouth and swallowed as much of him as she could.

“Christ, Mia.” Xavier’s hands were suddenly in her hair, holding on so tight it almost hurt. “I don’t know—”

She gave a light, experimental suck and he broke off, cursing. She liked that. Liked hearing the roughness in his voice, liked feeling the sharp prickle of her scalp as he tugged on her hair.

So she did it again, wrapping her fingers firmly around him as she sucked on him and then licked around the smooth skin of the head. His breath caught and his hips moved under her, thrusting upward.

Needing to see him all of a sudden, Mia looked up, watching his face. The grin was still there, but it held nothing of amusement now, only a feral hunger that had her own breath catching. His eyes were black, the glitter in them fierce, savage. His body beneath hers was tense, his muscles standing out beneath his skin.

God, he looked . . . so incredibly hot.

This was all her doing. She was making him like this. Desperate and needy and wanting.

“Mia,” he said hoarsely.

But she ignored him. Instead she gripped him tight and swallowed him down once more, as much as she could take.

Only for his own grip in her hair to tighten and pull her away.

* * *

He could barely hear anything over the thundering of his own heart and he wasn’t quite sure what he was doing. Because what kind of idiot pulled away a woman when she was in the middle of giving him the best head he’d ever had in his life?

A stupid fucking idiot, obviously.

So what the hell are you doing then?

Actually, he couldn’t work it out. He only knew that the light little licks and experimental little sucks, the tentative, shy touches and soft teasing kisses were driving him absolutely crazy.

Especially the way she looked at him as she did it. Her dark eyes were so bright and yet so serious, watching him as she touched him, studying his reactions and adjusting what she did to suit him. He’d never had a lover look at him like that. As if his reactions were important. As if his pleasure was important.

Normally it didn’t bother him who was in charge. As long as everybody got off, he was happy. And if she wanted to be in charge tonight, then why the hell not? He was still riding that Wyoming high—made all the sweeter by her agreeing to come with him—so her having a bit of fun now was all good.

Except it turned out he was bothered, and he couldn’t figure out why.

Her eyes had gotten wide, her beautiful mouth all pouty and soft, her hair twined in his fingers like silk, and it was ridiculous. She was about to give him a phenomenal blow job, and here he was, pulling her away? Had he gone nuts?

No, she’s only treating you like you’re important, like you’re worth something . . . and you’re not. You know you’re not.

“What’s wrong?” she asked huskily. “Did I hurt you?”

Such a simple question, and yet for some reason it went through him like an arrow, punching directly through his ribcage and skewering him right through the heart.

She was worried about hurting him?

“No.” His voice had gone rough and gravelly. “I’ve just changed my mind.”

“But I—”

Xavier reached down and hauled her up his body before she could finish the sentence, then he rolled over once more, pinning her beneath him.

Yeah, this was better. This was how it should be, where he was the one giving her pleasure, not the other way around. “Don’t argue with me, sweet thing,” he murmured, kissing her. “It’s your turn now.”

God, she was so hot. And her scent was driving him crazy.

He broke the kiss, ignoring the protesting sound she made, trailing his mouth down her throat and over her chest to her breasts. He licked a nipple, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, circling it until she shivered under him, then sucking it into his mouth. Mia gasped, her back arching. Her skin was so smooth and tasted delicious, sweet, like vanilla. He sucked hard on her, teasing her other nipple with his fingers, then pinching her, making her groan and twist on the bed.

He debated torturing her like this for a little while longer, but his own hunger was getting too much for him. The smell of her was making his mouth water and he didn’t see any reason to keep denying himself, so he released her breast, kissed his way down her stomach, and spread her thighs with the weight of his body.

“What . . . are you doing?” Her voice was breathless, panting.