Page 42 of The Billionaire's Baby

He swoops out his hand and curls his fingers around my throat. "What did you say?"

"I said I need to find someone else to sleep with—"

His grasp tightens. I try to draw in a breath and my lungs burn.

"What are you doing?" I cough, grab at his wrist as he thrusts his face into mine, then licks his tongue up my cheek.

"Don’t talk about another man when you’re with me," he growls against my skin. The vibrations sink into my blood, span my chest, then dip straight down to the flesh between my legs. I can’t stop the panting sound that spills from my throat.

"Nod, if you understand."

Yes.

Yes.

I shake my head.

"What a little liar you are. And just when I thought we were getting along so well."

"Oh, bugger off," I choke out the words and his eyes gleam.

He loosens his grasp only to lower his head. He bites down on my lower lip and my breath catches. He presses little kisses down my chin, my neck, then fastens his mouth over the fabric surrounding my nipple, and bites down. I feel the tug all the way down to my core.

"Stop," I gasp. "Stop that."

He brings his other hand up to massage my other breast and, honestly, my insides liquify. The warmth of his fingers on my flesh, the scent of him lapping at my nostrils, the heat from his big body that surrounds me, and presses down on my chest, to pin me in place. He raises his head to nuzzle at the curve of where my shoulder meets my neck. I shiver and pinpricks of pleasure dance across my skin. He’s not even trying really hard and I am turned on. When it comes to him, I can’t resist the allure of how my body responds to his touch.

He releases his hold on my nape, only to bury his fingers in my hair. He tugs and I bare my neck. "Look at you, all ready for the taking."

"I’m not," I grit out through clenched teeth.

"So, you don’t want your orgasm?"

That’s not what I said.I clamp my lips together, refuse to groan when he buries his nose at the base of my throat and draws in a long breath. The hard column in his pants throbs against the curve of my butt, and my stomach flip-flops. Jesus, how can I resist him when I am completely engulfed by his presence?

He licks the skin between my clavicles and a moan spills from my lips. He presses little kisses down to the valley between my breasts and heat flushes my skin. He tugs down the collar of the T-shirt, then laves my nipple with his tongue. Moisture pools between my legs. My eyelids flutter shut. Oh, my god, this is crazy. How can he make me come apart, so quickly?

"You’re more responsive than any ship has ever been to my touch."

I snap open my eyelids. "Did you just compare me to a boat?"

"It was a compliment." He turns his attention back to my other breast, then curls his tongue around my nipple. He sucks on it and my fingers tremble. Jesus, it’s as if all my erogenous zones are connected to parts of me in a way I didn’t think was possible at all.

"Only you," I gasp out, "would turn around the meaning of the words to suit your needs."

"And I thought this was all about fulfilling your needs."

He slides his hand between my thighs and I tremble.

"Thought so." He raises his head and smirks. "You’re ready for me. Admit it."

"No."

He peels back his lips and his teeth glint against his tanned skin. He releases his hold on me, only to shove the utensils on the table aside. Then he grabs my waist and hoists me onto the table.

"Hey," I squeak.

He plants his big palm in the center of my chest and applies pressure. The world tilts. The next moment I am on my back, on the flat surface, staring up at the ceiling of the boat.