Bedding the Billionaire (Book 3) (Legacy Collection)

by Ruth Cardello

  She took a step back.

  “Where is Colby?” he asked softly, prowling toward her.

  “In bed for the night,” Lil said hoarsely. Exactly where I should be, she thought. Alone, she added for the benefit of her raging libido.

  He advanced until they were so close that she could see the desire burning in his eyes. “I have responsibilities in New York. Meetings scheduled. Documents to prepare before the weekend. I don’t have time for this,” he said gruffly.

  Lil swallowed nervously, feeling desire whip through her in response. Was he saying that she thought he was saying?

  “But I’m here.” He reached out and cupped the back of her head, pulling her closer, tilting her head up to his.

  Lil licked her lips.Yes, you are.

  “I can’t concentrate in New York. All I can think about is this…” His head swooped down and he claimed her. His tongue slipped inside her lips and drew an instant and overwhelming response from every inch of Lil. He was savoring, devouring her and she couldn’t get enough of it. She welcomed him passionately. Her hands slid beneath his jacket and gripped the rippling muscles of his back. He put a hand on her behind and pulled her against him, positioning her against his excitement. “And this.”

  Oh God, me too. Lil sucked in a breath as her body clenched and moistened. Still, she reached for some sanity. “Didn’t we agree that this was a mistake?”

  He explored her neck with his lips, teasing just below her ear with the tip of this tongue. His hot breath added to her building excitement as she remembered how it had warmed her thighs and other areas of her body that were already pulsing and begging for his attention.

  “You can send me away.” His strong hands negated his words, holding her, seeking out the entry beneath her clothing. “Say the word and I’ll go.”

  I should.

  Nothing about this made any sense.

  He’d made no promises to her, but oddly that was what she found tempting. She wouldn’t have believed declarations of devotion. This was real. This was what men wanted and, at that moment, she couldn’t deny that it was what she wanted, too. She wanted to lose herself in the overwhelming sensations his nearness elicited, drown in the escape that this level of passion offered.

  One of his hands slid beneath the back elastic of her shorts. “Look at me,” he commanded.

  Lil had a flash of their first time together. Wonderful as it had been, he had given very little of himself, revealed even less. This time she wanted more. She would demand more.

  “I have one condition to us doing this,” she said breathlessly and fingered the buttons on his shirt.

  “Name it,” he growled.

  “I want to play a game this time,” she said and peered up at him from beneath her lashes.

  “A game?” His head pulled back. “I don’t do anything that involves restraint or pain.”

  She slapped his chest playfully. “And you think I do?”

  He leaned down to nuzzle her neck, “I have no idea.” His hand slid beneath her waistband again, this time also sliding beneath the back of her silk panties and closing on her hind cheek with a proprietorial squeeze. “But I want to know. I want to know everything about you.”

  She smiled. “Perfect, then you’ll enjoy this game.” She stepped back and away from him. “Have you ever played Truth or Dare?”

  “No,” he said and his frustration with her insertion of dialogue into what was a highly charged sexual moment was clear in both his facial expression and tone.

  “Well, this is a variation of it. Truth or Strip. I’ll ask you a question and if you don’t feel comfortable answering it, you remove an article of clothing.”

  He reached for her again, but she moved out of his reach.

  “An article of your clothing,” she clarified.

  “Wouldn’t it be nicer to simply let me explore you? I missed a few places last time and I’d like to rectify that.”

  Tempting as that offer was, she moved even further away and shook her head. “I’ll start with an easy one. Do you have a middle name?”

  “No,” he said and advanced toward her.

  She skirted around the couch and, with the furniture safely between them, instructed, “Now it’s your turn. Ask me something.”

  “Do you always have to make things more difficult than they have to be?” he said and took a step around the couch.

  She retreated in the opposite direction. “A nice question, one that would help you know me better.”

  He advanced again and said in a honey tone, “I am trying to know you better.”

  This time she stood her ground, refusing to budge.

  He held his distance although the heat in his eyes suggested that their game was exciting him. Forcing him to play by her rules was an incredible aphrodisiac–for both of them. He growled, “Did you pass your exam?”

  “I think so,” she answered happily, loving how close he looked to ending this and taking her right there on the floor. Lil’s thighs quivered at the thought, anticipating wrapping around him and welcoming him into her.

  When none of her clothing was removed, he said, “Let’s skip the game.”

  “It gets better,” she assured him and knew that it would. Their first time had been incredible, and Lil was already wet and ready for him even though they had barely touched. Can you improve on incredible? She was more than a little willing to find out. “I wanted to give you an example. Now we can have a little fun. How old were you when you first had sex?”

  “Seventeen,” he answered, looking slightly more interested in the game. “And you?”

  “Twenty-one,” she said. Seventeen, huh? She’d have to ask for those details at another time. She didn’t want another woman in this moment. “How many partners have you had?”

  He shrugged his jacket off.

  “How about you?” he asked.

  “One,” she said then quickly corrected herself, “Well, two if I count you.”

  He didn’t like that comment very much, nor did he like that no clothing had been lost in the exchange. “Count me,” he growled.

  Lil smiled. Ouch, was his ego that sensitive? “Do you have any brothers or sisters?” she asked.

  “No,” he answered. “Do you pleasure yourself?”

  “Of course,” she answered easily. “Do you?”

  He removed his tie and was looking less pleased as the game continued. “This game isn’t fair. You’ll say anything.”

  Let him stew a bit. Lil challenged, “That’s where you’re wrong. To know what I won’t say, you’ll have to get to know me better, won’t you?”

  An odd expression flitted across his face, as if he’d realized that the game was so much more than a stalling tactic. Tonight he was going to have to earn the pleasure. She figured a man like him would love a good puzzle and she was right. He considered the situation for a moment and then inspiration curled his lips into a smile. “Were you thinking of me when you did it the last time?”

  She slipped her shirt up over her head and dropped it on the floor behind her.

  His smile widened.

  “Are you dating anyone?” she asked.

  “No,” he said simply and she believed him. “Are you?”

  “No,” she said. Now onto something she’d been asking herself for weeks. “Why did you go bowling with me that first night?”

  He looked like he was debating sharing or stripping, then he said, “You were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.”

  She cocked a skeptical eyebrow. “You know this is a truth game, right?”

  He stepped closer and caressed her cheek with one gentle hand. “I have no reason to lie.” He traced the edge of her cheek with his thumb, softly explored the curve of her lips and asked huskily, “Did I really misunderstand your intention on the island? Were you offering to yourself to me?”

  Lil slid her shorts down so she could step out of them, tossing both behind her. He explored her newly exposed hips. “Where do your parents
live?” she asked.

  His hand stilled. “I don’t discuss my parents.” His reaction was so strong that it broke the mood for a moment.

  Another question best discussed some other time. Lil decided to lighten the mood. “Your shirt then.”

  His smile returned. He slowly unbuttoned it and tossed it behind him. “What are you most afraid of?”

  Lil unsnapped her bra and let it drop to the floor. She heard the hiss of his quickly indrawn breath and reveled in being able to drive him to the edge.

  “Have you ever been in love?” she asked, taking advantage of their intimacy.

  “No,” he said, settling his hand on one of her breasts, rubbing his thumb across one of her already erect nipples. “Have you?”

  His rhythmic circling made it suddenly difficult for her to focus on what he was asking. Her other breast tightened and yearned. She fought for control. “I thought I was once, but I was wrong.”

  His hand stilled. “Colby’s father?”

  She smiled sadly. “It’s my turn to ask a question.”

  He leaned down and took her other eager breast into his mouth, circling it with his tongue in much the same way this thumb had teased her other. She gasped at his gentle nip and threw her head back with pleasure when the circling continued, in union, pausing periodically to rub or lick the tip. His mouth found its way to her collar bone and back up to her ear where he whispered, “He was a fool.”

  She closed her eyes. “I was the fool.”

  He pulled her full against him, wrapping both of his arms around her waist, settling bare chest against bare chest and waited until she dared to peer up at him again before he spoke. “No, you charge full ahead and you hold nothing back–but that doesn’t make you a fool.”

  How had tenderness wormed its way into their exchange? Lil didn’t want this to matter because she didn’t want to care when he walked away. Still, she couldn’t help but ask, “Have you ever done that? Just jumped in…even when you knew you shouldn’t…because you couldn’t help yourself?”

  “Yes,” he said, his eyes burned down into hers. “With you.” He kissed her lips lightly. “You drive me crazy, but I can’t stay away from you.”

  “Take off your pants,” Lil commanded.

  “That’s not a question.”

  “It’s not an option either.”

  He chuckled and bent to kiss her again, but she turned her head away. When he lifted his head in confusion she ran a hand over the stubble that was just beginning to show through on his otherwise perfectly smooth face.

  She said, “Your pants.”

  An excited flush spread up his neck and across his face. He removed the rest of his clothing with remarkable speed and returned to his initial position, this time his freed erection and pressing against her. He bent to remove her panties, trailing kisses down her stomach as he did.

  Once she was completely unclothed, he knelt before her and held her still with a strong hand on either hip. His hands sought and worshipped every inch of her.

  With a strong move, he lifted one of her legs and hooked it over his shoulder, opening her wide before him, an opportunity he took full advantage of with his mouth. Lil clutched at the back of his head when his tongue tasted and invaded. Each flick was strategic and sent her head sagging backward in ecstasy.

  He stood and their kiss tasted of her own excitement, something that drove her over the edge and she gladly sank to her knees before him, returning the favor. Feeling him swell and jut against her suckling increased her already mind blowing fervor. She cupped him from below and rubbed the area at his base with her thumb, reveling at the moan that escaped him. The muscles of his thighs tensed beneath one of her hands. When she thought he could take no more, she stopped and moved her kisses to his stomach.

  “You’re killing me,” he groaned.

  “What do you want, Jake?” she asked, knowing the answer but needing to hear him say it.

  He hauled her up to her feet and said, “I want to take you now, make you mine.”

  She looked into his golden brown eyes and said, “Do it. Let go and just do it.”

  He lifted her, repositioned her so that her legs wrapped around his waist, and entered her with one powerful thrust. She threw her head back with a cry of pleasure. He took two steps toward the wall and held her there, off the floor, as he pounded again and again, deeper and deeper.

  A wave of warmth spread from deep inside of Lil and tingled outward through her, increasing and pulsing through her with each thrust. This was a taking that surpassed any she’d dreamt possible. There was no him, no her… only them and a wild feeling of freedom.

  He came with a shudder as her own release had begun to ebb.

  “Did you?” he asked and she bit her lip. Was silence a lie if it brought them both further pleasure?

  He kissed her deeply and stayed within her.

  Without hearing his request, she knew what he wanted. She tightened and released her inner muscles on him, finding a comfortable rhythm that not only brought him back to life within her, but also stimulated her in a new and wondrous way.

  He slid himself out of her, picked her up and carried her to one side of the couch. He turned her and bent her over the large, cushioned arm of it. Lil looked over her shoulder at him and shuddered as his hands closed over her hips, holding her still while his ever hardening shaft teased her outer folds. He kissed the back of her neck, trailed kisses down her spine, his hot breath tickling as it excited. When he reached the curve of her buttocks with his lips, he straightened and placed a foot between hers and moved them apart impatiently.

  He slipped a finger inside her and continued to kiss the back of her legs, the curve of her cheeks. In and out he pumped until she was clutching onto the couch with both hands and was oh so ready for him. He straightened and she felt him, fully erect again, graze her leg.

  Then he was inside her again, one hand on either hip, moving her to meet him, building a rhythm between them that she could not and had no desire to fight. Their first coupling had been amazing, but he lasted even longer this time and her final orgasm was even more intense and devastating as it shook her. She came with a profane exclamation she could not contain and he joined her with one last deep thrust.

  Withdrawing, he turned her to him, lifted her again, and sank onto the couch with her sideways on his lap.

  “I’ll never look at this couch the same way again,” she joked into his bare chest.

  “Ssssh,” he said, but he smiled.

  In union, their breathing slowly returned to normal.

  A thought came to him that tensed him slightly beneath her in an entirely different way than earlier. “I didn’t use a condom.” He groaned.

  “Shit,” Lil said, sitting straight up in his lap. “You’re right.”

  He rubbed a hand across his eyes as if trying to wipe away his confusion. “I’ve never forgotten before.”

  She had, but that was why she’d gone an additional step. “Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.”

  “It’s about more than that.” He absently played with the hair that spilled down her back.

  “Do you have a disease I should know about?” she joked.

  He shook his head and pulled her against his chest. “No, but not using one was completely irresponsible and I…”

  This time she was the one who tensed. He was probably more worried about what he could catch from her than the reverse. “And you’re always responsible. Unlike me. I know. I get it.”

  He soothed her like one would a child, running his hand through her hair gently and then cupped her chin. “I’m not judging you. I’m just questioning my own sanity.”

  That didn’t make her feel much better.

  “I’m not sure either option is very flattering,” she struggled to free herself from him, but he held her on his lap.

  “What if something comes from today?” he asked in his oh-so-obnoxiously-rational tone.

  Lil broke free of his hold and stood. “You m
ean, what if I get pregnant? Wow, you know how to kill a mood.”

  What had felt so right a moment ago now made Lil feel vulnerable and defensive. She was in the process of putting her shirt back on when he stopped her by standing in front of her and taking both of her shoulders into his hands. “I’m serious.”

  She lashed out. “So am I. If anything comes from today, it’ll be my concern, not yours.”

  “What is that supposed to mean?”

  Fear surfaced as anger. “We are not even dating. We’re just fucking.”

  His face darkened. “You make it sound cheap.”

  She struggled to get away, but he held her there, intent on making his message heard. “I would never leave you with a baby….my baby.”

  “There is zero possibility that I would terminate a pregnancy.”

  His hands gripped her shoulders tighter. “I know that. I would take care of you. You’d live with me.”

  “Are you serious?” she joked. Jake’s steady gaze held hers. “Oh, my God, you’re serious.” Her heart pounded in her chest. “I’m not pregnant so we don’t have to have this conversation.”

  “You could be and we do.”

  Lil shook her head vehemently. “Even if you have super sperm and I’m already pregnant, there is no way I would move in with you like that.”

  His hands loosened and massaged her shoulders gently. “You’re right. We’d have to get married.”

  Lil cut in, “Stop. Stop right there. Let’s not go nuts. I’m not pregnant. We’re not getting married. This whole thing between us is just a …”

  “Don’t say it,” he said, his hands stilling.

  She stopped.

  She met his eyes and then looked away, unable to decipher the emotions she saw churning there. “What happens if you don’t say it?” he asked softly.

  She studied his broad, lightly haired chest.

  “What happens if I don’t either?” he continued. “What if we just see where this goes?” He rubbed a thumb down her jaw pensively as if he were trying to solve an equation.

  Her throat dried, making her first attempt at a rebuttal impossible.

  “Let me stay tonight,” he suggested and Lil panicked.

  Staying would lead to wanting to believe. Believing would only lead to heartache. Why prolong the process? Lil finished putting her shirt on and hastily slid back into her underwear. Jake was dangerous because he threatened the sensible path she’d chosen for herself. Why couldn’t she have met him back when she’d proudly thrown caution to the wind?