Billionaire Blaze, page 7
His eyes lit up with his delight, and he still didn’t look elsewhere. I felt vulnerable but somehow still safe, the feeling sending a thrill of delight through me. What was it about this man that made me feel so much?
“There, I should let you calm down a moment so you can think clearly. It would be unchivalrous of me to put you in such a state and then demand you to think clearly about what you do and don’t want. I would like an honest answer from you. To know what you truly want and not take advantage.”
“You don’t want to take advantage of me?” I asked, only making him chuckle.
“I very much do want to take advantage of you. But what kind of gentleman would I be if I did that?” He shook his head again. “No. Whatever we do, I want you to be ready and willing for it.”
As his gaze came up to my face again, I gulped. What did I say? I wanted to shake my head and almost did a few times, but somehow, I couldn’t.
He took the focus off me for a moment and downed another whiskey, almost as if he needed the courage as well. Eventually, I reached forward and put my hand in his. Wherever this was going to lead, I wanted to find out. I was tired of being cautious and not taking risks. And Lukas seemed like a risk worth taking.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Another devilish grin spread across Lukas’ face as he took my hand again. I wondered if he would trace my skin and all the contours of my hands again, but he didn’t. Instead, he pulled me toward him and put his arms around me to encourage me to sit across his lap.
“Better,” he said, not taking his eyes off me. Again, I glanced around the area, but there were even fewer people left—mostly the staff cleaning up after the party. Almost all the guests were in bed now, and the rest were in their own world, sitting and drinking in one corner, from where they could barely see us.
“Are you worried what they will think of this?” Lukas asked, following my gaze and seeing the people as well.
“I don’t think so. I…I wondered if you might be.”
“Not at all. Let them see.” He reached a hand up and gripped my chin before giving me a kiss. It started gently at first, giving me the room to pull away if I had wanted to, but I didn’t, still leaning into him and his embrace. My body heated up even more, and I clenched my legs together again, surprised by the feeling between them.
I wanted this in ways I had never wanted anything.
As the kiss grew firmer, so did his grip on me until it seemed almost desperate, hungry and possessive. I was trapped in his arms, and he wasn’t going to let go of me. At least, that was how it felt. No sooner had I thought this than he slowly eased back and let go.
“Now, my sweetness, would you like to go upstairs with me? I’ll show you what a gentleman can do in bed with the right lady.”
My cheeks flushed again, and I gasped at the boldness of the question.
“I’m not taking you up there until I hear a yes. This may seem as strange as before, but consent means a lot to me. I want to be sure I have it before I ravish you entirely.”
I nodded, but that only made him frown. “No, say the words, sweetness. It needs to have some thought behind it, not be purely instinctive. You need to want this.”
“Yes,” I said, the word coming out before I could consider stopping it. I was so hot now, his insistence on knowing I truly wanted to go to bed with him somehow making me want it more. What was it about this man? I still had no idea, but I didn’t want to think about it, and he clearly didn’t plan on letting me know he had what he needed to proceed.
His lips met mine again, his arms tightening around me once more. The firmness of the kiss made me want to melt before it, giving in to him and letting him take control. I wanted this in ways I couldn’t put into words. To just give in and let him guide us both where he wanted.
It felt so natural as he encouraged me onto my feet, only breaking the kiss briefly. I kept my hand in his as I straightened, and his other arm slipped around me, pulling me close under his arm.
Without a word, he led me into the house and up to the bedrooms, making sure I stayed with him. The heat of his body warmed me even further, every point of contact shooting fire through me.
Again, his fingers traced, this time my arm and my side, exploring me even more intimately somehow despite doing it while we walked. When we reached the stairs, we only paused for a fraction of a second, him letting me put a foot on the first step before he moved, almost as if he was making sure I still wanted this on some level.
It made me wonder if he would ask for my consent again before anything more serious happened, but I knew I wouldn’t have long until I found out. He was going to take me to his room, and I didn’t plan on uttering a single word of protest.
When we reached our rooms, he hesitated again, looking between both of ours as if he couldn’t decide which one was the better option. I tried not to panic, not sure either but aware that my room wasn’t the tidiest. I hadn’t come here planning on using it for anything but sleeping, and it was messy, my clothes strewn everywhere.
Thankfully, he took me waiting as more consent to his schemes and made his way over to his door. He pushed it open, encouraging me to go first.
I went inside and found it far cleaner than mine, although just messy enough that I didn’t feel too bad. Some of his clothes from earlier were lying around the room, and there was a laptop on the bed, as well as a book, as if he had been using both before falling asleep. I smiled as he finally let go of me and hurried to move them out of the way.
It made me feel better about him and his character to find he had a book out, and it was one he’d talked about enjoying. If nothing else, he had been telling me the truth about being a reader and not just trying to get me interested in him to get into my underwear.
As soon as everything was out of the way, he came back over to me. I suddenly felt awkward again, even more self-conscious than before. However, he smiled again, and his eyes roamed while he was still standing a little way off from me.
“You somehow look even more beautiful here than you did downstairs. Possibly because I know you’re mine now or that you’re a little nervous. Please try and relax. I don’t plan on doing anything you won’t like. I want you to enjoy this as much as possible, and I promise that your pleasure will be my focus.” As Lukas spoke, he slowly came closer again, taking my hands in his.
He lifted each one to his mouth and kissed them repeatedly in turn. As soon as he’d kissed them several times on the backs and fronts, he lifted my arms and kissed each wrist, bending his head to make sure the angle didn’t hurt me.
Slowly, he worked his way up one arm to the elbow, and then he switched to the other. With each kiss, I grew more aroused again, my fears and nerves melting away into arousal. This was a man who wanted to take his time and get to know me, who wanted to make sure I wanted it before he gave it to me. And it worked. It really worked.
I whimpered as he stopped and pulled back. He grinned, the look on his face almost wicked.
“All in time, sweetness. When I’m ready. I don’t want to rush. I’m going to savor every second of this and commit it to memory.”
He kissed me on the lips again, taking away any continued protest, and this time, his hands kept going, wrapping around me until he could run them up and down my back. The fabric of my dress was stopping him from touching my skin, and I found myself wanting it to be gone, considering reaching behind and undoing the zipper so my dress could fall to the ground.
Despite wanting to, I couldn’t bring myself to move. The kiss captured too much of my attention, as did the feel of my body being crushed against his torso. He was muscular under his clothes and strong enough that I wanted to focus on that, too, to begin exploring every inch of him.
I gasped against his lips when he caught my zipper and, on a down stroke that I had begun to expect, undid my dress instead of merely running his fingers down my spine. My dress fell open at the back, but it stayed in place at the front for now, trapped between us.
He chuckled and shifted his body back so it could slide to the floor. Although I shifted my arms to try and pin it in place, awkward and self-conscious, his were in the way, and it fell. He pulled back, seeing me in nothing but my underwear and drinking in the sight. His breath seemed to catch in his throat.
“I knew you would look good under your dress, but I wasn’t expecting the body of a goddess,” he said as if he meant every word.
I looked up at him, suddenly feeling more amazing than I ever had, his gaze showing me that he truly meant it and to him, I was beautiful.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Lukas
As I stood before Kit, taking in every inch of her body, I was barely containing myself. I’d promised her I would be a gentleman, and I planned to continue being so, but it was taking every ounce of my self-control to keep myself in check and not devour her where she stood.
I knew that taking her would be better for both of us if I took my time and eased her into it. The first time with someone new was always coupled with some anxiety, and I’d picked up that she was the type to feel nervous easily. I didn’t want that for her now. I wanted her to know she could trust me and feel safe.
It was the foundation of everything I believed in for a couple to share. True intimacy and vulnerability couldn’t come out of anything but safety, respect, and trust. I was a dominant, and I loved nothing more than having a submissive to cherish, protect, and take to heaven, but that was the reward for being caring, for working hard to bring the safest and most intimate situation to them.
If I didn’t make her feel safe, I didn’t deserve what followed. It was that simple. And, at times, that complicated.
As she stood before me, I saw the shock in her eyes and how it melted away. Gently, I wrapped my arms around her again, keeping her gaze, making sure there was no sign that she wasn’t okay with this, but if anything, there was a hunger in her, too. I led her to the bed and encouraged her to sit on it.
The moment she was sitting down, I pulled off my tie and flung it away. She smiled then, looking me over as I shifted the focus to me and let her get even more comfortable before me with her clothes off. I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off before starting on my belt.
As soon as I started unbuckling, she reached forward as if she wanted to help me, but I pushed her hands away.
“No. I’m going to do this. I’m leading the way. You can follow where I take you.”
She gasped again as if she wasn’t sure what to make of it, but I tried to make light and move on before her anxiety returned. I was going to keep monitoring her.
Finally, we were both down to our underwear, and I returned to her and pulled her to her feet again. I kissed her some more, letting my hands explore the bare skin I had uncovered again while she relaxed into my embrace. Again, I chose the time to take her bra off, undoing it swiftly and with practiced ease.
It uncovered her, but she reacted more strongly this time, not sure if she wanted it.
“It’s okay. Let me see the rest, and I will take good care of you. You still have my word.” More kisses flowed from me to her, this time down her neck, as I pulled her bra off the rest of the way. I didn’t give her long to think about what I might think of her breasts, although I hardened even further at the sight of them.
They weren’t the largest I had ever seen, but they were more than a handful and perky, the kind that looked perfectly in proportion to the rest of her. She didn’t fight me removing the last scrap of fabric covering her. I revealed her pussy and got a glance at how wet she already was.
Her panties were soaked through, giving me another indicator that this was going well.
Gently, I encouraged her to lie down on the bed, pushing her down backward. I was beginning to want this so badly my cock throbbed with desire for her. I pushed her legs apart enough that I could get one knee between hers and keep her from closing them again.
Then I ran my hands downward again. I took my time to stroke her skin, making her moan beneath me until she bucked her hips against me, encouraging me to continue. As soon as she reached out to touch me and pull me closer, I lifted her hands above her head and pinned them in place.
Kissing her again, I smothered her whimper. Again, she shifted her hips, trying to get to me, but there was still one layer of fabric in the way. I let her try and grind up against my body, always keeping just out of reach and holding her back from taking control.
This was one of my favorite parts. Making a woman so wet and needy for it. Stoking the fire, bit by bit, until she was more than ready for whatever followed.
I finally gave in to her demands and reached for the foil wrapper I’d had in my pants. Although I had to let go of her to do it, she barely moved, suddenly still now that she was going to get what she wanted.
Her eyes drifted down my body, getting wider as I freed my erection and made sure this would be a safe encounter. I was swift, not wanting this brief interlude to let her body cool too much. Finally, I leaned back over her and plunged into her wetness. She moaned and tensed around me.
I slowed, holding myself in place and giving her a moment to get used to the feel of me. Beyond that, I couldn’t slow. I wanted her. After so long of holding myself back, now that I was in her, all I could think of was drawing back to plunge into her again. She moaned in delight, her hips rocking with me and her body responding to the movement.
Despite the desire to keep thrusting until I hit my peak, I managed to hold back, moving slower and taking more time over enjoying her. I wanted her to enjoy this, too, wanted to make sure she had her own pleasure and was satisfied before I ever gained the same level.
It wasn’t easy to hold it back, but I did, enjoying the sounds of her moans and the feel of her body tensing and spasming as her pleasure grew and grew.
She was like a puppet I could play with, every touch making her gasp. I ran a thumb over each nipple, first one and then the other, both of them hard and sensitive.
I thrust hard and deep, holding myself inside her for a second before I inched back and thrust hard again. It finally tipped her over the edge, her pussy pulsing around my throbbing cock. Groaning, I picked up the pace, taking her hard while she was in the throes of her own pleasure.
After all the pent-up desire over the last two days, I didn’t take long to explode, holding myself in her as I enjoyed the high and the feel of her body underneath me.
One of my hands still pinned hers, but I let go of them now and allowed her some freedom. As I eased off and out of her, she sighed and looked up at me.
“That was amazing,” she said. “I had no idea it could feel so good.”
I grinned. Now that was a compliment I didn’t get every day.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
As soon as I’d cleaned both of us up, I helped Kit back into the bed and made sure she had some more water. I didn’t want her to get sick or worry about anything because we’d given in to our passions. She had given me a rare, perfect moment in my life already, and I didn’t want that perfection to end.
I slid into the bed beside her, only when I was sure she would be fine and was content. She shifted over to me, and I eagerly put my arms around her to cuddle. There was no hesitation in me to provide her with the warmth of comfort. I hadn’t been as dominant as I’d sometimes been in the past, but I’d been controlling enough that I wanted her to know that I could be caring, too.
In a very different manner from before, I ran my fingers over her skin. This time, it was the slow, firm rub of her back, the stroke of her arms, and the comforting motion of repetitive circles. If there was anything about this that turned her on still, it wasn’t doing so now, leaving me with the ability to rest and appreciate the warmth between us.
There had been chemistry between us since the first moment we talked, and I found myself imagining her in all sorts of ways. Now that I had decided that I didn’t care what anyone thought of the two of us, I didn’t intend to hide anything. She could stay for the night, and we would enjoy being together.
It didn’t take her long to drift to sleep. It normally wouldn’t have me either, but I found myself gazing down at her, trying to imagine her in my world. It was easy to think of working with her, especially after hearing Juno and others encourage her to talk about her designs, but I struggled to think of her in the rest of my world.
She was sweet, wonderful, and funny at all the right times, and we connected, but I still wasn’t sure we would have long-term success together.
Yet this, what we had already shared together, had been wonderful. I pushed all the negative thoughts aside. I wanted to appreciate this for what it was. She was amazing, and she was here with me on Jack’s island.
I finally let myself close my eyes and drifted off into sleep.
By the time morning came around and I stirred, I could hear the sound of voices somewhere out in the hallway. I rolled over and almost bumped right into Kit. She was still asleep, curled up next to me. I smiled and looked down at her peaceful face. She was even more beautiful in the early light of morning.
For a few seconds, I continued to stare at her and thought about the night before. She had made a normal wedding fun and interesting, and I knew there was a good chance that she would make this day amazing, too. Everyone would leave the island the following day, with the exception of the happy couple, and I was no exception.
I wasn’t sure where Kit would go, and I thought about asking her to come with me and let me spend another week with her, at least. I didn’t want to go back to my normal life and just plunge into work. Not that I minded work, but my heart felt light, and I didn’t want to face the real world.
This was a fairy tale, and I wanted to hang on to it.
As with anything, there was a good chance it wouldn’t last. Happy moments were simply that—happy moments. I was practical and old enough to know that. But that didn’t stop me from wanting it to stay the way it was and bask in the moment for as long as possible.
