Once upon a Billionaire (Billionaire Boys Club #4)(46)
Author: Jessica Clare

“I would do anything and everything so you’d put your hands on me,” he admitted.

Oh. Such sweetly romantic words. Maylee moved in and put her hands around the back of his neck, drawing his mouth toward her own. She wanted to kiss him so badly, to make sure that what they’d shared the other day wasn’t simply a figment of her imagination.

His mouth descended on hers hungrily. She was taken aback by the intensity of his kiss, but only momentarily. Being devoured by this man, she decided, was a wonderful thing. And as his tongue slicked into her mouth and danced with her own, she gave herself over completely to the long, passionate kiss that seemed to arouse every last inch of her body.

Eventually, his mouth pulled away from hers, leaving her breathless and clawing at his shoulders. “Oh, lordamercy. You don’t kiss like a scholar.”

“That’s rather good to hear,” he said between nibbles on her earlobe. “Have you kissed a lot of scholars?”

Her fingers found their way to his hair, which was soft and tousled because she’d convinced him not to slick it down. She liked touching it. “Just you.”

“Good.” That possessive note in his voice was rather pleasing.

Maylee moved closer to him, unable to avoid the press of his c**k into her stomach. Her fingers were aching to curl around his shaft, but she didn’t want him to get the wrong idea about her. She was all for kissing and making out and cuddling in bed, but she wasn’t sure she was ready for sex with him. She wanted commitment, and she knew he wasn’t sure he was going to head in that direction, ever. That was fine with her, but they needed to be clear on things. “Griff,” she murmured, and clenched as his tongue slicked against her sensitive earlobe. “Oh, lordamercy.”

“What is it?” His fingers brushed aside her curls, and she felt the hot press of his chest against her pajama top. The tips of her br**sts were scraping against him in the most wickedly delicious tease ever.

“We should talk about . . . uh . . . this.” She was having a hard time concentrating as he nibbled on her earlobes. Who knew they were so sensitive? Every time his teeth grazed over them, it felt like they were touching other, more sensitive parts of her anatomy.

“What about this, exactly?”

“I’m just not sure how far I’m ready to go . . .” Oh, his mouth was making things so difficult to concentrate.

“I told you, Maylee,” he murmured against her throat, and she tilted her head back so he could continue to run his mouth along the sensitive skin. “We’ll go as far as you want to go. I will follow your lead.”

“That’s good,” she told him. “That’s really good.” His mouth found her earlobe again and her knees went weak. “Oh, God, that’s really good.”

“Want to get on the bed?” His husky whisper made her sex clench in response, and she felt her pulse pounding in response.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Let’s.”

Griffin gently tugged her with him, and the backs of her knees hit the mattress. She fell backward, and a moment later, Griffin was on top of her.

A low moan escaped her when his thighs pushed between her own, and his c**k rubbed against the cradle of her sex.

“You feel so good under me,” he murmured, still kissing her neck. “Did you want to be on top since you’re in charge?”

“No.” Her voice was so breathless. “I like you there.”

“Do you like me here?” He thrust against the crotch of her pajamas, his na**d c**k rubbing against her.

She gave a whimper of pleasure in response. She liked that far too much. Her nails dug into his back again, and she pulled his mouth to hers for another wild kiss.

“How about,” he murmured between frantic, licking kisses, “tonight you keep everything on and we’ll take it from there? Yes?”

Oh, lordamercy, his mouth was making her regret her initial reluctance. It was doing sinful things to her. “You don’t mind taking it slow?”

“Not if you don’t mind me running my hands all over you.”

She shook her head. She rather liked that, actually.

“Can I put my hands on your br**sts?” His tongue slicked into her mouth again, distracting her from the question for a long moment. He stated it again.

“Yes,” she breathed, practically arching against him at the thought. Oh, she wanted his mouth there, but his hands would be the next best thing.

One large, warm palm cupped her breast and Maylee sucked in a gasp.

“Mmm. Perfect size,” Griffin told her. “Plump and delicious. What color are your ni**les? Pale pink?”

“Y-yes.” His fingers were rubbing the tip of her breast through the fabric, and her h*ps jerked involuntarily in response. God, it had been so long since she’d had sex. Had it always felt this good to fool around?

“They feel tiny,” he told her, and his thumb traced the tip. “Small, pale ni**les on plump br**sts. I can’t wait to see that for myself.”

“Soon,” she breathed.

“Not tonight,” he agreed. His h*ps wedged further between her thighs, pressing deeper, and before she knew what she was doing, Maylee flexed her knees and then she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him in until he rested perfectly atop her pu**y.

Her hands moved to his ass, and she felt the taut muscles there. “Mmm. Not a scholar’s ass, either.”

Griffin chuckled at that. “I’m glad you find me so appealing.”

“Oh, I do,” she said dreamily. “I do indeed.”

He thrust between her legs, and she gasped. The fabric protected her from penetration, but she still felt the heat of him wedge against her in hopeful glory, felt him push against her aching sex, skimming over her throbbing clit.

“Like that?” There was a tension in his voice that hadn’t been there before, as if he were holding back, judging. If she said no, she knew that he’d stop.

But she didn’t want him to stop. “More,” she begged, her fingers pressuring.

He thrust again, and she moaned. Oh, God, humping with clothes on was almost as good as humping with clothes off. It was way more of a tease, because neither one of them could entirely get what they wanted, but the delicious anticipation was an entirely different level of pleasure. When he thrust again, she heard him groan, too. The friction of the clothing was driving them both insane with lust.

Griffin rocked against her, each thrust rough and wild, and she was safely protected by the fabric of her pajamas. But he wasn’t hitting at quite the right spots; there was too much fabric over her clit, and no matter how much she raised her h*ps and pressed up against him, it wasn’t quite hitting the jackpot for her. Soft whimpers of frustration rose from her throat.