Page 30 of Undeniably Unexpected (Boston’s Irresistible Billionaires #6)

W hat a bastard of a day it’s been. First, my phone call with Tinsley this morning.

Then two hours of sweating my bollocks off with Child and Family Services.

Then discovering I told them that I love Keegan.

I hadn’t even realized I said it. It must have just come out, and been something off the cuff amidst my panic.

I ramble when I get nervous, but never in my life have I said I love someone—fake or otherwise.

The revelation left me gobsmacked.

Love. That was the word I used to describe Keegan when I’d sworn my entire life I’d never fall in love with anyone. Is that what I’ve done? Is that even possible?

I could have brushed it off as something I said at the moment, something to get the social workers to believe I’m serious about Keegan and that my life is as perfect and stable as hers.

But I can’t brush it off. Not as I look at her. Not as I feel something inside my chest drop, only it’s not hard or heavy as it hits my gut. It’s light and airy and tickles me like bubbles in champagne.

I don’t know what’s happening to me. I just know I’m tired of fighting it.

Especially with how soft and plump her lips are.

She makes the sweetest noise as I deepen the kiss, her hands clinging to my shoulders as if she’s not sure if she wants to pull me closer or push me away.

I don’t give her the choice. My tongue plunges in her mouth, and my hands dive up into her hair, holding her close, adjusting her as I want.

One hand glides down her cheek as my tongue swirls with hers in deep, plunging, eye-rolling kisses I can’t seem to stop or get enough of.

Electricity sizzles down my spine as I press her harder against the glass doors.

Our kisses are frantic, hungry, growing in intensity until I’m dizzy with it.

My mouth trails along her jaw as I suck in a ragged breath.

“You’ve been driving me mad all week,” I murmur, my voice low against her ear.

Her green eyes flicker up, dark with mischief. “Then it’s about time you did something about it.”

A small, amused smile quirks my lips. “It’s going to be like that then?”

“I sure as hell hope so.”

“Oh, darling. You better prepare yourself. You’ve unleashed me, and now there will be no holding me back.”

I rip her tank top over her head, and my mouth finds hers again, lips and breath and teeth crashing together, hard and hungry.

Greedy hands tangle in her hair and grip her waist, pulling her flush against me until her body molds to mine.

The heat between us crackles as I kiss her faster, longer, harder.

I trace my fingers along the skin of her smooth stomach, teasing, taking my time, savoring every inch of her. Her breath catches, and a soft whimper escapes as I trickle down to press my lips along the line of her neck, sucking and licking and tasting as I go.

My teeth graze her collarbone while my tongue flicks against her thrumming pulse.

Gentle fingers slide up and brush over the swell of her breast with the lightest of touches, making her arch into me and a panted moan slip from her lips.

I circle her nipple with my thumb, teasing and feeling it harden beneath my touch.

“More,” she whimpers, and I smile against her.

Nothing turns me on like a woman who knows exactly what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it.

But because I’m an arsehole, I take my time, tracing every curve, every sensitive inch of her tits with my mouth and hands. Reaching around, I undo the clasp of her bra. She gasps as her breasts bounce free, and unable to stop myself, I pull back and take her in.

Fucking hell. “You might just have the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen.”

And she does. Large and full with a delicious curve to them, peaked with cherry pink nipples. My mouth waters at the sight of them. With hooded eyes, she watches as I cup and lift them to my mouth, nibbling lightly and drawing out a soft, delightful, breathless moan.

I peer up at her. “You like that?”

With her lip caught between her teeth, her green eyes smolder at me, and her cheeks flush the perfect shade of rose. She nods ever so subtly. A vision of sexy contradictions. Naughty and vulnerable. Excited and nervous. Confident and timid.

It’s one of the things I can’t get enough of with her. How she can be so many things at once and not hide any of it. Everything about her is different, and I doubt she’s even aware of it.

My hand meanders purposefully along her supple body, our eyes still locked as I circle her nipple with my thumb, teasing, feeling it harden further beneath my touch.

She’s so bloody responsive my cock throbs at the thought of it.

Sucking her nipple between my lips, I push her heavy breast deeper into my mouth, needing more of her, as much as I can get. She’s fucking delightful.

Just as sweet as I knew she’d be.

Her hands drag through my hair, and she sighs. “Loomis, you’re killing me.”

“What do you want, darling? What does this sexy body need?”

I blow cool air on her wet nipple and watch as gooseflesh erupts across her skin. I want to be good for her in a way no man has ever been. I want to spoil her and make her feel beautiful. I want her so delirious with pleasure that no other man will reach her thoughts again.

“You,” she says simply with a hungry look on her face.

It has a tonic effect on me. A trigger released, I pick her up and carry her over to the bed. If she needs me, she has me. I don’t know what that means, and I can’t think about it yet, but for now, she has me. All of me.

I set her down and immediately crawl over her, unable to be patient or hold back for another minute. I have to taste her, and I have to do it now. I’ve dreamed about this more times than I can count.

I pull on her hair to expose her neck and kiss my way down her as I slide my hand along the soft cotton of her shorts over her pussy. And fuck is she warm. The heat coming off her is incredible.

I flick at her nipple again while slipping my hand down through her shorts and past the satin of her thong until I find her clit, slick and slippery, her cunt already dripping for me.

Her hands, brace and all, pull on the strands of my hair as I continue lower, playfully teasing her soft belly and nibbling on her hip.

I want to take my time with her, but my body won’t allow it. I’m ravenous.

My fingers dip inside, first one and then two, feeling her clench around me.

“Open for me, love,” I demand while I pull her shorts and thong off, leaving her completely bare beneath me. That triggers something in both of us because at the same moment, our eyes meet, and I start to laugh at her perturbed expression.

She half sits up, grabs the hem of my shirt with her good hand, and angrily jerks it over my head.

“Better?” I question.

“Getting there.” She points to my shorts. “Those next. I don’t have the dexterity or patience to try myself.”

“Fine, but I’m leaving my briefs on or this’ll end much faster than either of us wants.”

Her nose scrunches. “Quick on the trigger, huh?”

“Want to see who comes faster? We should time it. I’m about to make your world explode, and I bet I can get you there in under five minutes.”

“By all means, show me.”

“Gladly.”

With a wink and a lick of my lips, I spread her thighs wide.

My grin grows devilish when she gasps. It’s bright in here with the sun streaming in through the windows and french doors, and I don’t think I’ve ever been with a woman who was comfortable naked and exposed with so much daylight on them before.

But Keegan, for all her shyness and blushing, isn’t so much as flinching.

It’s almost as if she’s daring me. See what I am? See what you’re getting? Are you still with me?

Boy, am I ever.

Pressing her knees up toward her chest, my tongue thrusts straight inside of her while my lips find her clit and I French kiss the fuck out of her pussy until she screams.

My head pops up. “Fen is a heavy sleeper, but let’s not test that.”

I get a sheepish look. “Sorry.”

“Fuck, are you adorable. And your cunt…”

I go back down, shoving my tongue in her as deep as I can go.

My imagination didn’t do this justice. Not any of it.

Not how her tits look or how her cunt tastes or how it feels when her hand runs through my hair and grips the roots to urge me on or the sounds she makes as I eat her the way her pretty pussy needs it.

Soft and sweet, it’s perfect, and I groan, low and loud, as I ring her opening and then her clit.

This has never been my favorite thing with a woman—too intimate—but with Keegan, it’s something I’ve always wanted to do.

It makes me anxious and hard. I don’t even know what it is about her other than maybe the thought of devouring her from the inside out—literally—is the biggest turn-on of my life.

Foreplay was always a means to an end, but not now, not with her. This is an experience of its own, and I can’t get enough of it. My body is already humming, more, more, more.

She whimpers, her fingers tangled in my hair, urging me closer, deeper, as deep as I can go. I obey, tasting her, savoring the way she writhes beneath me, the way her breath catches, and the way her hips buck as she naturally fucks my face.

I press two fingers back inside her, tickling her opening with my tongue as I begin to fuck her, making sure I hit the magic spot on the inside. The one that brings this to the next level for her, making her wild and lose control.

My lips fasten on her clit, sucking in the plump tissue as hard as I can and using my tongue to flick and rub it while my fingers increase in speed and intensity.

I’m on the clock, I remind myself. I want to make her come, but I want to be her fucking god as I do.

I want her crying out my name, thinking of only me, craving me like nothing and no one ever has before.