Romancing the Billionaire (Billionaire Boys Club #5)(48)
Author: Jessica Clare

She lifted her mouth, her tongue slicking against his, and he lost himself in the taste of her. Violet was delicious. Everything about her—the soft feel of her lips, the tease of her tongue against his, her hot, wet mouth—everything was perfection. Jonathan groaned against her, then took control of the kiss, slicking his tongue against hers and intensifying the kiss until it felt as if they were devouring each other. Violet gave little whimpers underneath him, whimpers of pleasure and need, and they made his c**k ache. He longed to press it against her, but with her tied up and laid flat, maneuvering was limited. Still, this gave him the opportunity to crawl all over her and do as he pleased, and he certainly would.

Reluctantly, he ended the kiss, then couldn’t resist biting down on her lower lip and sucking on it even as he pulled back.

She gasped, her eyes sleepy with desire as she gazed up at him. “Oh, man, you’re a good kisser. I’d forgotten how good up until a few weeks ago.”

“And then I was so good that you kneed me in the balls?” He kissed along her jaw, reminding her of their first meeting.

She gave a girlish giggle that delighted him. “It’s your own fault. You don’t just maul a woman you haven’t seen in ten years.”

“Not even if she’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen and I’ve fantasized about her for a decade?”

Violet moaned as he bit down on her earlobe. “Not even then.”

“Now that’s unfair,” he told her, licking down her throat. Her br**sts brushed up against his chest, and he could feel how hard her ni**les were even through the fabric of her bra. That would be coming off very soon. He wanted to feel her bare skin against his chest.

“Jonathan?” she asked, breathless.

He continued to kiss down her throat. “Hmm?”

“You haven’t asked me if I had anyone else in the last ten years.” Tension vibrated through her body.

He hadn’t, because the thought drove him insane. “Do you have anyone else you’re seeing?”

“No! Of course not!”

“Then no one else matters, because from this moment on, you’re fully mine. Body and soul.” He pressed his mouth to her throat and sucked. He wanted to mark her, brand her as his, though he knew that was crazy. His intense love for Violet drove him to madness though. She’d been his first and only love, and having her back in his arms was a dream made reality.

“Oh, Jonathan,” she sighed, arching her throat so he could continue to kiss and suck on it. “Sometimes you know just the right thing to say to make a girl’s knees weak.”

“I’m not saying it just for a reaction, Violet. It’s how I feel. It’s how I’ve always felt. You are, and have always been, mine. You have always owned all of my heart. I’ve never stopped loving you.”

She bit her lip and then gave him a teasing smile. “You’ve never stopped talking, either. I thought we were going to make love?” She gave a little shake of the bonds over her head.

Was he making her uncomfortable with his vows of love? He’d silence them, then. Anything for her. He just wanted her to know how he felt. “I didn’t realize you were so eager,” he murmured, lifting his head and dragging one hand over her breast and cupping it. Her nipple was pointed through the lacy fabric of her bra.

“Of course I’m eager,” she said, her words sweetly sarcastic. “I’ve been throwing myself at you all day.”

“Is that what the bikini was for? It covered less than this.” His finger slid under the edge of one of her bra cups, teasing the skin underneath. “I liked it.”

“That was the point,” she said, her voice a little more breathless at his touch.

“To entice me? Minx.” He kissed the delicate skin at her collarbone. “I am flattered. And, I’ll have to make sure you’re amply compensated for your efforts.”

His hand slid under her back, and she arched, allowing him easier access to the clasp behind her. She was breathing rapidly, excitement coloring her skin a pretty, flushed pink. He undid her bra with one hand and began to push it out of the way.

“You did that rather easily,” she murmured. “Lots of practice?”

“If you’re fishing for answers, the one you seek is ‘professionals.’ No relationships. Just lots and lots of working girls.”

“I . . .” She shook her head. “I can’t decide if I’m appalled or amused. I thought you were a playboy.”

“Only for show.” He’d taken the odd girl with him to high-profile events when a date was required, but usually a friend of a colleague, and never the same girl twice.

“I’m just surprised. Professionals? Really?”

“They’re easier than a relationship,” he explained, sliding her bra up around her collarbones so he could admire her newly-exposed br**sts. God, they were glorious. All soft and cream and pink. “They require nothing more than a condom and money. If I had an itch that needed scratching, I’d call up a service that had clean, vetted girls and get it taken care of.”

“You make sex sound like a business transaction.”

“That’s all it was,” he said bluntly. “There was no emotion involved.”

“And . . . with me?” There was a soft catch in her voice.

He leaned down and licked the slope of one breast, nearly groaning at the delicious taste of her skin. “With you, I’m making love. There is no comparison.”

“Is it . . . weird that I’m glad? That there’s no one else?”

Only if it was weird that he was glad of it, too, if only so he could be free for her here, now. “I never pursued anyone else. It wasn’t fair to them if my heart was still yours.”

“God,” she murmured, and her body clenched underneath his. “Are you trying to seduce me with words alone?”

“No, I plan on using my tongue quite a bit.” And to prove it, he took one lovely nipple into his mouth.

She moaned, arching against him, her arms pulling against the bonds over her head. The little tip was tight with need, and he swirled his tongue over it, teasing her. He knew the touches she liked the best—rough, quick licks on the underside of her nipple—but he wanted to draw out the pleasure. He wanted her entire body to quiver and ache.

His mouth worked on the one nipple while he shifted his weight, easing his body over hers. He wanted to press the entire length of his skin against hers, to rub his c**k against her sex and feel her rock against it. All in time, he told himself. He needed to pace himself. The most important thing was blowing Violet’s mind. That was his goal.