Page 45 of Worth Every Moment (Hawkston Billionaires #4)

Her words are a pistol fired at the beginning of a race, and our mouths move at the same time. She’s soft, and at first the kiss is gentle, her tongue caressing mine, but it torches me like a flame. I want to devour her— all of her at once —leaving no piece of her available for anyone else.

Our kiss turns ravenous, teeth and tongue and lips shifting against one another.

Her hands move over my shoulders, tugging at my shirt, warm fingers sliding against my skin like she doesn’t know where to stop or what to touch.

Like she wants all of it. All of me. Desire I’ve kept locked down for so long rages through me with such force that I don’t know how I’ll contain it.

I want to strip off right here on the balcony and fuck her until I can’t see straight.

But I have to keep a handle on this. Savour every moment before it’s gone. I grab her wandering hand to stay its nervous motion. “It’s okay,” I soothe. “We’re okay.” She breathes a few breaths and I slide my hand over her stomach, teasing up the hem of her top. “Let me?”

She nods and I ease my hand under the waistband of her trousers, and it feels so good to do it.

Like the culmination of every desire I’ve ever had.

As my fingers slip beneath the fabric, I’m pretty sure it’s the zenith of my sexual experience.

Out of anything I’ve ever done, with anyone , this right here, sliding my hand into Erica Lefroy’s waistband, is the hottest, most sensual, most exciting moment I have ever experienced.

I hold my breath as my fingers dip lower, and her answering gasp is a desperate exhalation that I inhale as though it will give me life. “Keep making those noises,” I murmur against her mouth, “and I’ll come before you do.”

“Oh, fuck,” she whines. “This is… you are… oh, fuck . I… I don’t know what we’re doing. Maybe we shouldn’t…”

We shouldn’t. “Tell me to stop, and we won’t.” The seconds pass in silence as I wait for her response. Her body tenses beneath my fingers, and in the tips of them, I feel a pulse. Hers or mine, I don’t fucking know. “Lefroy?”

She gives another gasping little inhale, as though the sound of her name revived her from near death.

“Don’t stop.” My own need is mirrored in the sound of those two words.

I edge my hand inside her underwear, sliding right down, and it’s me who lets out a groan this time.

Her skin is soft as silk and I slip lower, passing over her clit.

She jolts in my arms, her grip on my shoulders tightening.

As tempting as it is to stop and play there, I go deeper, teasing her lips and then her entrance. She’s completely, deliciously, slick.

“Oh, fuuuck,” I moan. “You’re soaked.” I slide a finger in and out, just a touch, and her hips buck towards me. “Is this pretty pussy all wet for me?”

She doesn’t answer, but her hands tug the hair at my nape as I slide two fingers inside, finding her walls slick and soft. I work her, in and out, building in tempo. “You’re so tight. So tight .”

“Mmm,” she moans in response, rolling back against the balcony railing, and I move with her.

She spreads her arms, hands clinging to the metal, and I lean over her, holding her up, working her with one hand.

She’s so wet that the noise of my fingers thrusting in and out is fucking glorious.

I’m rock solid, grinding against her, more turned on than ever.

I can’t get enough of this woman. The way she throws her head back, her eyes shut, letting me have my way with her body, finally.

Fucking finally . I’ve waited so long for this.

I thrust my fingers deeper, imagining it’s my cock sliding in and out. She lets out a gasp of arousal. “You like that?” I ask. “You like that it’s me, sliding my fingers in and out of your wet cunt?”

The guttural “uh-huh” that forms her response might be the sexiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.

Her breathing turns to pants, and I’m so turned on I can’t think of anything but this woman, her body, her breath, the soft feel of her, inside and out.

The way her body reacts to each stroke of my fingers is a high I’ve never known.

“I loved watching you today,” I mutter, sliding my fingers out and use my thumb to tease at her clit.

“Touching yourself. You worked it so fast.” I add pressure to her clit, rubbing my fingers over it.

“So hot, Erica. So greedy for that orgasm.” I swipe over her clit again and again, increasing the speed.

“Is this how you like it? Fast? Right here?”

She moans, sending the sound up to the stars. “Yes. Please .”

“Hold on—” I stop what I’m doing to slide her trousers and thong down, and she lets me, kicking them aside when they reach the floor.

Erica Lefroy, half naked on my balcony .

I can’t fucking believe it. There’s a tiny strip of hair that wasn’t there last time.

It’s so neat it’s like a track I want to speed down. Fuck me .

I nod at her legs. “Spread them.” She obeys, and like a reflex I drop to my knees, placing a hand on each of her soft thighs and staring up at her perfect pink pussy—her clit, swollen and poking out.

I glance up at her. “I always knew you had a beautiful face, but now I know you’ve got a beautiful pussy too.

” I want nothing more than to take the whole thing in my mouth, but I refrain, trailing a finger up the inside of her leg instead, relishing the way it makes her shudder as I get closer to the apex. “You’re perfect.”

Her hand reaches into my hair and grips it, tilting my head up to face her with such force that my fingers dig into her thigh to steady myself. Her dark eyes fix on me.

“Don’t call me perfect. I don’t want to hear that word.”

“You don’t want to be perfect?”

She shakes her head. “Not anymore.”

A slow grin creeps over my face. “Does this good girl want to be bad?”

She closes her eyes, her lips forming a small, private smile, her breaths huffing in shallow pants. “Yes, please.”

I stand, leaning against her, putting my hand back where it was before, teasing her gently, letting my fingers edge into her entrance so I can drag her wetness up to her clit before working it with my fingers, fast and furious, exactly how she did it to herself.

“Oh, God,” she mutters, clinging to me once again, rocking against my hand. “Seb, shit. Oh, oh, oh—”

“That’s it, baby,” I growl. “Fuck my fingers. Ride my hand.” She grinds harder and faster, her juices covering my fingers. “Come for me. Let that pretty pussy have exactly what she wants.”

“Yes,” she mutters. “Yes. Oh, God, yes.”

My dick, painfully hard, rubs against her hip.

A dangerous pressure builds, low and deep, but I don’t stop.

This is all I’ve ever wanted. Everything, right here, in one moment: Erica, my hand on her bare pussy, her body writhing against my balcony wall.

This is a dream come true. Every drop of blood in my body rushes to my dick, making it swell until it aches.

Her hands tighten around my neck, hips bucking, back arching, greedy for everything I’m giving her.

And I can’t give it to her fast enough. “Ohhhh,” she moans, going rigid in my arms before she shudders, body shaking, limbs trembling…

And it’s perfect—she’s perfect—I don’t care what she says.

I’m pressed right against her, thrusting the thick length of my dick against her hip.

I’m all but fucking her with my clothes on.

Pleasure swirls at the base of my spine, my balls tighten, and fuck , I’m not going to last.

“I’m coming. I’m coming,” Erica squeals into the night air, and it fucking undoes me.

I let out a deep, low groan as violent jerks wrack my body. “Me too. Me too.” My back bows, my jaw tenses and I let out another bellowing groan as my dick unloads right into my fucking boxers, hot and wet. Shit .

Erica goes limp in my arms, moaning nonsensically, muttering words I can’t understand, the sound heavy with arousal.

I hold her up as she shakes, and it takes a second for me to realise she’s laughing. “Why are you laughing?”

“I didn’t pass out. You said I was going to pass out.”

I start to laugh too. “Fuck. Let me try again.” I reach for her, but a wave of dizziness takes over. “Actually, I think I might pass out. I just unloaded seven years’ worth of cum.”

Erica is so still it’s like she’s not breathing. “Seven years?” she whispers.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. “A lot. It was a lot,” I say, trying to sound as casual as possible despite the fact my heart is pounding. “My balls are sticky.”

She laughs again— thank God —and a teasing smirk forms on her lips when she says, “You really came in your trousers?”

“Yes, I fucking did,” I say, affecting a casual bravado as I give thanks that she isn’t querying the seven years comment any further. Although she’s already seen the photo in the bathroom, so maybe it doesn’t matter anymore. “Haven’t done that since I was a teenager.”

She clings to me, pressing her face into my shoulder, muffling the breathy sound of her laughter.

“That was beautiful.” I don’t know if she means the orgasm or me dry-humping her leg like a dog, or the fact that I just admitted my balls are sticky, but I’m not about to question her.

If she says it’s beautiful, then it fucking well is.

“I’ve never… no one has ever… No one’s ever made me come like that. ”

I tense. “Like what? Outside? On a balcony? Or with their hand?”

“No. Ever. I mean… no one’s ever made me come, except me.”

I tilt my head, trying to restrain the shock that wants to burst across my face.

No one has ever made her come? No one’s felt her body quiver, no one’s heard those little sounds she makes.

Just me. How is that even possible? Fuck it, I can’t say I’m not delighted to hear it though. “You’ve been dating the wrong men.”

She smiles, but it’s small and there’s a peculiar sadness in her eyes that I don't understand. “Maybe.”

I want to wipe that sadness away. I want to love this woman so fucking hard that I never see that look in her eyes again. I want to get on my knees and feast until she screams with joy. “Come to bed with me.”

Even before she pulls away, I know I’ve lost her. Fuck, Seb. You idiot. Too much, too soon, too fast.

“We need to get some sleep,” she says. “We’ve got a long journey tomorrow.”

I’d almost forgotten about Nico’s wedding. “So? We can sleep on the plane.”

She rolls her eyes. “If I have to spend a week with your entire family, pretending to be your girlfriend—”

“Pretending?”

“Yes. Pretending.” She sighs. “One orgasm doesn’t make it real.”

“It was more like two orgasms, if we count the almost-phone-sex. And it felt pretty fucking real to me.” I can’t help the bite in my words, but Erica doesn’t take the bait.

She places her hand on my arm. “Let’s not fight anymore. I’m tired of arguing with you. I like you. More than a friend. Isn’t that enough for now?” She leans in and kisses me on the cheek. On the fucking cheek. “I need to sleep well tonight. I can’t do that if you’re… there. Being you.”

“Being me?”

“Being all… fuckable.”

The biggest grin works its way across my face. Erica Lefroy thinks I’m fuckable . “I have never had to try this hard to get a woman into bed.”

A bray of laughter fills the night air. “You barely tried. You just said, ‘come to bed with me’.” She cocks a hip, her brow rising in disapproval, but she’s still half naked and completely irresistible.

As though she means to take every good thing from me tonight, she bends to pick up her trousers, pulling them up and fastening them. Hiding everything away.

“Normally that’s all it takes,” I deadpan.

She breaks out into a full smile and edges up on her tiptoes, even though she’s so tall she doesn’t really need to, and pecks me on the lips. “Not this time.” She slips her thong into my hand and whispers, “But you can keep these. For your collection.”

I fist my hand around the still-damp fabric. “There is no collection.”

Her mouth falls open. “You lied?”

“I did.” She reaches for the thong, which I tuck into my pocket.

“But I’m keeping yours forever.” I pull her close and kiss her again, deeper this time, sliding my tongue into her mouth and sinking into her softness.

We kiss like that for endless minutes, savouring the sweet roll of one another’s tongues.

When we break apart, our foreheads rest together, breaths hot against each other’s mouths.

“Promise me you’re not running away,” I say.

“I’m not.” She steps back until only the tips of her fingers are hooked onto mine. “I’m just… taking it slow.”

Slow. Fucking slow. As if I haven’t been taking this slow for seven fucking years.