Page 4 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire (Oops Baby #3)

Roman

Willa tastes like the copious strawberries on display inside, fresh and tart, a burst of summer against my tongue. I lick at her again, deepening the kiss. Tasting champagne and youthful eagerness I have no right knowing, but I’m going to remember forever nonetheless.

Her mouth is lush, sweeter than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life, and the way she whimpers as I take over the embrace does something to me on a cellular level.

I growl back, hauling her tighter against me, until her soft curves are pressed against my normally hard and unyielding body.

Thigh to thigh, hip to hip. Belly to cock, and there’s no hiding how instantly hard I am for her. Breasts to chest.

And her arms tighten around my neck.

“I’m getting carried away,” I growl as I fill my hands with her ass. “Tell me to stop.”

“Why would you stop?” She lets out a surprised laugh. “Do you want to stop?”

Fuck no. I kiss her as deeply as I can, swallowing the last of her laugh. Holy hell, that tastes good. The best thing ever, actually.

And when I ease out of that kiss, she chases my lips.

Both of us laughing.

Both of us needy.

I sweep my hands up to her waist, to that thin blouse that doesn’t do a thing to hide how tight her nipples are. “Is this okay?” I ask against her mouth as I brush my knuckles against the side of her breast.

“Oh yeah,” she pants. “Please touch me.”

I cup her breast through the shirt, her flesh filling my palm, and my thumb curves around her to perfectly land on her nipple.

She gasps into my mouth.

“Yeah? You like that?” I pull her lower lip between mine, sucking on her mouth the way I want to devour her nipple.

She whimpers and nods, enough permission for me to flick the first button free on her shirt. But then she shudders, and when I put my fingers to the second button, that escalates to a full body spasm.

“Okay, sweet girl,” I murmur. “We don’t need to?—”

She grabs the front of my shirt. “Don’t stop.”

“You’re scared.”

“I’m nervous.” She gives me a tremulous smile. “I don’t think I’m scared.”

“Nothing to be nervous about. I think you’re beautiful.”

She rolls her head to the side, blushing.

I release my hold on her shirt and catch her chin, bringing her gaze back to meet mine. Her eyes flare at whatever she sees in my expression.

“Willa…” My voice is rougher than I expect. Fuck it. “It’s been a while for me, too.”

Years, actually, since I did anything more than the most perfunctory of sexual exchanges.

And I don’t think I’ve ever sweet-talked my way into a woman’s shirt. Or halfway into it, since there are still two buttons between me and the shadowy curves beneath the fabric.

She reaches between us and tries to take care of those buttons, but her fingers are shaking.

“Let me,” I rasp.

Her arms fall to the side as I push her blouse open.

Her breasts are small but full, and beg to be lifted into my hands.

Now I’m the one trembling as I trace her flesh with my fingertips, testing to make sure she means it—yes, she wants my touch. Yes, this is all right.

Yes.

Yes, yes…yes.

“Yes,” I growl, sweeping her up.

She flings her arms around my neck as I carry her to a low, wide padded bench.

I stretch her out, resting her beautiful head against a thick pillow. “Slick move,” she whispers, her gaze searching my face. “You know how to show a girl a good time, I bet.”

Is that a request? Or a challenge?

“I’d like to show you a good time.” That’s better. I don’t want to think about anyone else right now. Not the people inside, or anyone else she’s ever been with.

She sucks in a sharp breath and holds it, her chest rising to meet mine as I curl over her.

“Only what you want, princess.” I cup her face in my hand and she twists, pressing her mouth to my thumb. The instinctive motion makes my dick throb anew. I brush the pad of my thumb against her plush lower lip, watching intently as she parts for me and takes the digit into her mouth.

Sucking on a stranger’s thumb.

Showing me what her mouth can do.

What a good girl.

I groan as her tongue pulls against my flesh, lapping at me with an eagerness that makes my head spin.

“Is that what you want?” I murmur. “Something in your mouth?”

Her eyes go wide and she stops sucking.

Maybe not.

I ease my thumb out of her mouth and kiss her instead.

“I liked it,” I whisper against her lips before trailing my mouth along her jaw to her ear. “But I’m not asking for anything more than you want to give. And if you don’t mind, I’d rather do the sucking and licking first.”

“What do you mean?” Her words come out soft and slow, a little kiss-drunk.

“Let me love your breasts first.” I kiss my way down her neck.

Suck at her collarbone.

And then nose my way between her breasts, plumped up by my hands.

I lick at one teat, then the other. They’re tight against my tongue, aching points of flesh that don’t relax until I pull them deep into my mouth and suckle.

But when she goes soft, she goes all the way soft, melting under my hungry mouth.

My expression must be fiery when I lift my head, my lips wet from pulling at her breasts, but she just smiles at me.

“Wow,” she breathes.

“I’m not done.” I trail my fingers down her quivering belly. “It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten on my knees and tasted a woman, Willa.”

Her brows pull together in innocent confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Let me make you come on my face.”

“Oh!” She gasps and then laughs. “Right here? I’m wearing pants.”

I smile at her. “I was thinking we could take those off.”

She arches her back and laughs up at the night sky. “Oh my God.”

“Roman, actually. But if you come on my tongue and call me God, that’s fine by me.”

She shakes her head, smiling at me, her eyes shining. “You’re so funny.”

“Funny?” My chest squeezes tight. “Willa, take off your God damned pants.”

She toes off her shoes, then scrambles to push her black trousers down her thighs. I do the rest, folding them on the end of the bench with quick efficiency, then kissing her knees as I spread her legs and get my first look at the hidden treasure between her thighs.

She’s wearing a black thong that cups her mound and hides her pussy, but not much else. There’s a beautiful little curve of ass on either side, and soft stretches of skin perfumed with her unique scent right at the tops of her thighs that beg to be bitten.

I can’t bite this woman.

I’ve barely even met her, and I’m already running my nose up her inner thigh.

But still…that skin looks fucking delicious.

I settle for licking it, which gets me a very satisfying trembling exhale from Willa.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” she whispers. “To me .”

I lift my head again. “What the fuck does that mean?”

She just exhales and pats my head. “Please don’t stop.”

With a groan, I kiss her cotton-covered mound. I don’t want to stop, but I need to know what she meant by that emphasis.

There’s nobody else I’d want to do this for, that’s for fucking sure.

Breathing in the scent of her, I can’t even remember desiring another human being. Not like this. Not with this hunger, this clawing need.

And then I tug her thong to the side and my mind goes blank.

She’s so pretty.

Soft and delicate, with dark curls and slick skin, tawny outer lips and shiny pink inner lips.

Mine .

“Come here, sweet girl,” I manage to say as I hitch one of her legs over my shoulder and press the other one out to the side, because I need room to touch her, too. “Let’s learn what you like.”

She cries out at the first lick, then moans on the second.

“Fuck, you’re ripe, aren’t you? Strawberries and champagne don’t have anything on your pussy, Willa. This is the best celebration I could have ordered.”

“What are we celebrating?” she asks, her voice thick.

And later, I’ll remember that as important.

But in the moment, with my pulse pounding in my ears and her scent and taste flooding my system, all I can focus on is the way her body responds to my mouth.

The way she arches beneath me, the pulse of her clit against my tongue. The flood of her juices as I reach up and squeeze her tits, pinching her nipples.

“Come on my face,” I growl between licks. “Let me feel you on my tongue.”

“Oh God,” she moans.

“Roman.”

“Oh, Roman ,” she corrects. “You put God to shame.”

Fuck yeah. I flutter my tongue against her clit, then pull it deep again.

She thrusts her hips up, meeting me pull for pull, and I don’t have a condom on me—when was the last fucking time I needed a condom?—but I need to feel her around me.

Just for a minute.

As soon as she starts to climax, I work a finger into her tightness, then a second, the whole time kissing her sweet pussy for all the good work it’s just done to get ready.

“Good job,” I whisper to her quivering cunt before I push up and unzip, fisting my cock with my wet fingers before bringing myself to her entrance.

She puts a hand against my chest, her eyes wide. “I’ve never done it…bare.”

“Fuck, sorry.”

“No, it’s okay.” She licks her lips. “I want to.”

“It’s been years, Willa. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

She lifts her hips, rocking against me. Getting the tip of my cock wet, and then warm, and then—fuck, I’m inside her. Just the tip, and that’s a tight squeeze, but it’s so fucking good.

I plant a hand beside her on the bench and press in, in, in…a long, slick glide deep inside her until I’ve thrust all the way home, and her eyes are impossibly wide, staring up at me.

“Oh,” she says, in the tiniest voice. “Oh, that’s so…full.”

“I’ll pull out,” I manage to promise. “I won’t come inside you.”

“Too bad,” she mumbles, her head rolling back. “I think I’d like to feel that.”

“Me, too,” I whisper before I press my face into her neck.

She wraps her legs around my hips and I give myself over to the feel of her body.

Her breath hitches on every single thrust. But if I pause, she begs me not to stop.

And then her little fingers reach between us, seeking out her clit, and I stare between our bodies as she starts to get herself off.

“That’s it, gorgeous girl. Make yourself come again. Bet that feels good. Makes your pussy hum after I shoved my big cock in it, hmm?”

“Roman,” she gasps.

“You bring out the dirty monster in me, Willa. Can’t be sorry about that.”

“You’re going to make me come again.” Her breath catches again, and this time she holds it, her face flushing as her fingers go faster and faster against that tight, pulsing clit.

I know how good it feels against my tongue when she reaches that point. I can imagine how it feels on her fingertips.

And that’s almost enough to make me tip over and lose control inside her, but I pull out with a yell, painting her belly in white stripes.

Both of us stare at my release in stunned silence.

“Well, that escalated quickly,” she whispers. “Um… thank you?”

Jesus Fuck. “I’ll clean you up. Stay here.”

I push up, my chest still heaving, and I stride inside to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth.

As the water is running, I pull my cock out of my boxers. Part of me wants to keep her juices on me when we go back to the party, but another part of me doesn’t want to share her at all, not even in secret.

I’m stunned to see that her slick arousal isn’t clear or white on my dick, but…pink.

Fucking streaks of pink.

I think about her shocked little oh expression as I slid into her. The way she said she hadn’t done it before…and then added on bare at the end.

Fucking hell.

I want to think that she’s starting her period—and that would be fine by me.

But something tells me I just took Willa’s virginity, and I don’t even know her last name.