The Billionaire’s Game ~ Kade (Billionaire’s Obsession #4)(27)
Author: J.S. Scott

Her mind made up, she rolled to his side and pulled the tank top over her head. She was braless and it only took her a moment to wriggle out of her shorts and panties, dropping them to the floor. Finally, she turned to look at Kade, meeting his eyes with a courage she didn’t know she had. “I want you inside me. Will you do it?”

Kade gaped at her, his gaze skimming over her nude body before his eyes collided with hers. “You just got naked, and now you’re asking me that question?”

“Well…will you?” she asked, a little more uncomfortable now with her assumption that he would.

“Sweetheart, being inside you is the subject of most of my fantasies,” Kade answered hoarsely, rising to his feet by the side of the bed, his hungry eyes never leaving hers.

“Only most of them?” she asked nervously as he yanked off his shirt and let it fall on top of the growing pile of discarded clothing.

He shot her a wicked grin as he shed his pants. “It’s one of the highlights, but it’s not the only thing I’ve dreamed about doing.”

“What else is there?” Asha asked, confused, laying down on her back and parting her legs. “I’m ready,” she told him anxiously, her breath catching as Kade kicked off his boxers and stood next to the bed completely nude. “Oh, God. You’re hotter than I ever imagined,” she blurted out as her gaze caressed every sculpted muscle, every perfect curve of his body. Her pu**y flooded with heat as she saw his enormous c**k bouncing off rock-hard abs. “And you’re…big.”

He put one knee on the bed. “What are you doing?” he asked huskily.

“I said I was ready,” she answered, her body pulsating with need as she looked at him. “I’m ready for you to be inside me.”

“No you aren’t,” he answered in a slow drawl. “But you will be.”

“I’m ready,” she insisted, wondering what he was waiting for, and wishing he’d get on with it. She was beyond ready to be joined to him, and she’d never felt this need for any man before.

Kade let out a strangled sound, a cross between a groan and laugh, and pulled her up on her knees, one powerful arm around her waist. “You’re so innocent,” he growled, spearing his hands in her hair and pulling her upper body flush with his. “Baby, you don’t need to just assume the position and have it over with in moments.”

Asha trembled as his powerful body made complete contact with her smaller form, engulfing her in heat. “I’m not that innocent. I was married for seven years,” she huffed.

“Yeah. And I need you to forget whatever it is you did when you were married and just feel. Can you do that?” His hot mouth trailed down the sensitive skin at the side of her neck, making her shiver.

“Yes,” she whispered longingly. Obviously, there was so much more to learn about being with a man than she had discovered in her marriage. “Tell me what you want, Kade.” She wasn’t sure how to please him, but she wanted to so very much.

“I just want you,” Kade answered hotly, his hand stroking down her back and cupping her ass. He brought her needy core against his c**k with a groan.

Asha couldn’t wait any longer. She threaded her fingers through his hair and greedily pulled his mouth to hers, letting instinct and the strange connection she felt with him take over completely. Kade responded immediately, his lips fusing with hers, his hands moving to hold her head in place while he ravaged her mouth, taking charge immediately. He didn’t stop with one kiss. The first impassioned embrace lead to another, and then another, neither one being able to get enough of the other. The banked flames between them had finally been fanned, and they were caught in a raging inferno that neither one of them could subdue.

She ended up sprawled on her back again. Their limbs tangled as their mouths stayed fused together. Kade cupped her br**sts, teasing the hard, sensitive ni**les, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her pu**y.

Pulling his lips from hers, he rasped, “Tell me that you want this as much as I do, Asha.”

“I do,” she moaned, her body writhing beneath his, her hips rising in a silent plea. “I need you.”

His mouth came down on one of her ni**les, his teeth nipping, his tongue stroking. Asha panted, her body completely unused to this kind or this level of arousal. “I didn’t know it could feel like this,” she whispered to herself.

Kade heard her. Lifting his head, he laved his tongue in the valley between her br**sts before he said harshly, “We’re just starting, so you’ll be feeling a whole lot more before long.” His fingers pinched her ni**les lightly, his tongue following the sting of pain. “Your br**sts are perfect.”

“Small,” Asha answered in a breathless voice.

“Just right,” Kade argued, cupping them in his hands. “Your ni**les remind me of rich, milk chocolate. Did I ever tell you how addicted I am to chocolate?”

It was a question that wasn’t meant to be answered, and Asha wasn’t able to speak as Kade drew each nipple into his mouth, one after the other, sucking and stroking with his mouth and tongue. He seemed to know just how to touch them, how to make her absolutely crazy. No one had ever worshipped her br**sts, and that was exactly what Kade was doing, making her lose every insecurity she’d ever had about her not being particularly abundant. Obviously, he found them alluring, and that was all that mattered to her at the moment.

She whimpered as Kade moved lower, his mouth and tongue tasting the skin of her belly. His hands caressed her legs before gripping them securely and opening her to him. Asha felt the air hit the sensitive flesh between her thighs as Kade moved, going lower, one of his large hands sliding up her thigh and using his fingers to penetrate the already saturated folds of her pu**y.

Asha knew she should have been mortified. Kade’s head was directly between her thighs, his fingers delving into her pu**y, but she felt nothing but a clenching in her gut, a need so volatile that she raised her hips, begging for something more. “Please, Kade.” Her voice was desperate, tortured. She’d never felt this way before, never had a man pleasure her in this way, and it was akin to both torture and ecstasy. How was it that she was twenty-seven years old and had never felt this kind of arousal? Asha felt as if this was her sexual awakening. What had once been a duty was now a pleasure beyond her comprehension.

This is what I missed. This is what I always yearned for, but never knew exactly what was missing.