Billionaires and Bridesmaids (Page 43)

Her breathing against his cheek was rapid, shallow with excitement. “I . . . those things you said to me in the water. I-I couldn’t stop thinking about them.”

“What things?” He’d said a lot.

“When you asked if I touched myself,” her hands fluttered, then curved over his shoulders and she pressed her forehead to his, her eyes closed. “And I . . . I was going to do it tonight, but then I realized . . . I wanted you to do it.” Her words came out in an anxious rush.

She wanted him to bring her off? Rob groaned. “Fuck me.”

“Not yet,” she whispered. “But . . . can’t we, you know . . . do other things?”

Hell yes they could. He took her hand and led her to the back of the suite, where the bed was. He could feel her hand trembling in his, her fingertips cold, but his Marjorie had come here boldly, and he was going to reward her for it. She was about to get the best damn masturbation he could give her.

“Don’t be nervous, sweetheart,” he told her as he brought her to the edge of the bed.

“Easy for you to say.”

“What, you think I’m not nervous?” At her look of disbelief, he said, “I want to make this a fucking amazing experience for you. One that you’ll want to keep coming back to me for. And I’ve never dated a virgin before. So I’ll take good care of you, but that still doesn’t mean I’m not a little worried that I’ll fuck something up.”

She rushed forward and kissed him again.

Well, there was that answer. His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her down onto the bed next to him, kissing her sweet mouth, until they were both sitting on the edge of the bed, next to each other, lips locked. His cock jutted obscenely from his lap, and she sat stiffly next to him. Still, he continued kissing her, hoping to get her mind loosened up enough that she’d relax. Her hands fluttered to his chest, and then moved away again.

Ah. His nakedness might be a problem. He broke the kiss with one last flick of his tongue and then asked, “Would you feel better if I dressed?”

She licked her lips, blinking, and then shook her head. “I’m okay.”

“You’re nervous.” The backs of his fingers brushed between her breasts, and he felt her heart thudding. “Would you feel more comfortable if I let you explore me?”

Her eyes widened and she shook her head. “I think that would make me even more nervous.”

He chuckled. “Fair enough.” He took her hand in his, and then kissed the back of it. “Then just look at this as an exploration of pleasure, all right? The only goal here is to do what feels good, and nothing is off the table. Understand? If you change your mind about touching me—or about any of this—all you have to do is say the word and we’ll stop.”

She nodded and gave him another one of her shy smiles.

God. He absolutely could not fuck this up. He kissed her hand again, then turned it over and kissed each of her fingertips, nipping at them. By the time he’d gotten to her thumb, the look in her eyes was full of arousal once more.

He let go of her hand and moved to the first button on her pajama top. “Can I see your breasts again, sweetheart?”

She nodded, and her hands went to the buttons, undoing them one by one. Seconds ticked by as he watched her move down the shirt, pushing the buttons through the holes with shaking fingers. She wouldn’t look at him—more nervousness, he knew. When she’d finished with the last button, he took the lead again, brushing the fabric aside and revealing her small, high breasts.

“God damn, you’re a dream to look at, Marjorie.”

She sat a little straighter at that, her breasts thrusting out as she did. Then, she eased the top off of her shoulders and tossed it to the floor.

Her lungs heaved with anxious breaths, and her breasts moved with them. He couldn’t resist the temptation to reach out and touch her breasts again, and so he did, caressing one peak and then curling his fingers around the weight of it. “So beautiful and soft. I fucking love your little tits. I love how they fit perfectly in my hand, and how those little nipples are just begging to be in my mouth.” His thumb traced one, and he was pleased when it hardened against his touch.

Marjorie moaned, and this time she reached for him and her hands stayed put. “Touch me, Rob. Please. I’m not scared.”

“I know you’re not, sweetheart. It takes fucking balls of steel to come here and approach me,” he said, lightly kissing at her smooth jaw. “And I love that you did. Makes my dick hard as a rock.” He pulled her in for another deep tongue kiss, and as she melted against him, he leaned back on the bed until they were lying down, side by side, mouths locked.

Rob rolled over on top of her, his knees separating hers.

Her eyes widened at the press of his cock against her pussy. The material of her pajama pants separated their skin, but he could feel the heat of her even through the material. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he soothed her. “Your pants can stay on. I promise.”

She relaxed a little at that, just gazing up at him with that soft, almost adoring expression on her face that made him feel like a goddamn king. “Thank you.”

He laughed. “Don’t fucking thank me. It’s your body. You call the shots, not me. It’s my job to make you feel good.”

Her hand smoothed up his chest, rested over his heart. “Then I make you feel good?”

“Marjorie,” he said in a low voice. He pressed his hips against her again, pushing the length of his erect cock against her sex. “Did you not notice my hard on? I already feel good. Making you feel good will make me come harder than you could possibly imagine.”