The Billionaire’s Favorite Mistake (Page 56)

“I love your reactions,” he murmured, brushing his lips over her shoulder again. “Love the way that just the changes in your breathing tell me everything I need to know. Like when you start breathing faster, it tells me you want more.” His hand cupped her breast, his skin scorchingly hot against hers. “The gasp tells me that you’re surprised at how much you just felt, and that tells me you’re particularly sensitive right there.” His thumb rubbed on the underside of her nipple, and liquid heat surged through her body again, even as she arched into his touch. Oh god, that felt amazing. Such a small touch, but it felt ten times more intense when he did it than when she’d done it to herself.

“And when I scream your name, as you think I’m going to?”

He idly circled one of her nipples with his fingertips, teasing her with small, maddening circles. “That tells me I’ve done my job right. I won’t accept anything less, you know. I have a lot to make up for.”

“Hence the foreplay practice.” Oh god, he was lightly tugging at her nipples, making them stand taller. Surely that shouldn’t have felt as good as it did. Surely he’d put his mouth on her soon, and lick and nibble at all the places he was touching? Please, she silently begged.

“I’m going to be honest,” Asher said, pressing another kiss to her shoulder before starting to slide down the bed, kissing his way ever so slowly toward her aching breasts. “Even if I didn’t need practice, I’d still want to touch you. Still want to make you scream with pleasure.”

And her traitor heart fluttered all over again.

She watched, holding her breath, as Asher got up on his elbows and continued to kiss further down her body, careful not to lean his weight on her. Greer’s hands went to the pillow behind her head and she dug her fingers into the pillowcase as he moved to her breasts, his mouth hovering over one taut peak.

Please. Please.

Slowly, achingly slowly, his lips parted and she watched as he leaned in and gently took the tip into his mouth. A hint of teeth, a flick of tongue, and Greer whimpered. She watched, utterly fascinated and aroused as he rubbed his lips over one nipple, teasing it before sucking on the tip. He’d lavish attention on one breast, toying with the tip, caressing the globe of her breast and then nipping her before tonguing the sensitive skin. Then he’d move to the other breast and repeat the action, until her entire body was pulsing with need and her breath was coming in short, sharp little pants of arousal. She couldn’t help herself, any more than she could look away from his mouth moving over her skin.

Asher looked up, eyes sultry, his mouth wet from the attention he’d been lavishing on her breasts. “I bet your pussy’s wet for me again, isn’t it?”

She sucked in a breath, her mouth working silently. The yes on her lips died in silence. She didn’t even have to say it. He knew. The possessive way he grinned at her, then slowly dragged his tongue over one aching nipple? Oh, the terrible man knew how aroused she was. She was so wet she could feel it just by pressing her thighs together.

“Quiet?” he teased.

There was too much going on. She couldn’t coherently speak. Not without saying too much. She just bit her lip and gave him a challenging stare.

“Guess I’ll just have to find out for myself, won’t I?” And Asher began to kiss lower down her belly.

Her breathing sped up at that. Oh god, he was going to go down on her? She’d already orgasmed once and was primed and ready for the next one. She’d . . . well, she’d kind of thought that they’d just go straight to the sex now. She was fine with that, truly she was. Her body ached to be filled in places that she’d never even ached before. She felt empty and wanted his body covering her. She wanted him pressing into her, and she wanted to see if she could have an orgasm from that.

But the wicked, wicked man just flicked his tongue over her belly button and kept going south.

“Wait,” she blurted.

Asher lifted his head, brows furrowing. “What is it?”

“What are you doing?”

He tilted his head, giving her an odd look. “Well, I thought it was pretty obvious, but, okay. Right now I’m kissing your belly and I’m going to move lower and kiss your pussy until I have you screaming.”

“Ah, maybe we should, just . . . you know.”

His eyes narrowed. “What?”

“Get on with it?”

“Get on with it?” He sat back on his haunches, and his hands went to his hips. His cock thrust proudly from his lap and she wanted to stare at it—or, you know, touch it—but the look he was giving her was pure frustration. “Greer Chadha-Janssen, do you or do you not have an aversion to oral sex?”

“No aversion? I’ve never had it, so I can’t imagine that . . .” Her voice trailed off. “No aversion,” she said quickly.

“Do you or do you not like the thought of my tongue on that sweet pussy of yours? Or me licking that tasty little clit until you scream?”

She bit her lip. Her entire body was already quivering with need. She felt like she was going to come apart at the seams as it was. If he tongued her like he was saying . . . “It’s too much,” she whispered.

His angry expression softened. “Too much what, sweetheart?” His hand idly stroked her thigh, as if trying to comfort her.

For some reason, that made her relax a little more. “I just . . . everything’s so intense.”

The smile returned to his mouth. “Do you trust me, Greer?”

“I shouldn’t.”