Page 55 of Worth Every Moment (Hawkston Billionaires #4)

ERICA

H e says it so casually, but a sentence like that crash-lands, evaporating the mirth in the air and replacing it with tension so thick, it crushes me.

Why don’t you look?

As he watches me, the amusement slides off his face, and flames lick my insides. Why don’t I look?

I could look, couldn’t I?

“Is there… you know…” I stammer.

“Is there what?”

“Some kind of ladder down there.”

He smiles, wide, his expression warm. He’s not laughing at me… I don’t get that impression at all. Rather, it’s as though he adores me, and me being me makes him smile. “No,” he confirms. “No ladder.”

I bite my bottom lip. “Shit, really? Because I’ll have to tell everyone I made a—”

He cuts me off with a kiss that simmers in my core. “I’d prefer if you didn’t tell anyone anything,” he says when he breaks away. “No more gossiping about my dick.”

He rests his hand on my hip, and he presses his forehead to mine. Intimacy caresses me like the softest kiss. We’re barely touching, but the longing I feel for him touches my soul . “I’d have died if you hadn’t come back,” I whisper.

Sadness ghosts his smile. “No, you wouldn’t. You’d have picked yourself up and gone on to have an amazing career. You’re going to be huge. Even bigger than you are already. You don’t need me.”

My chest tightens. Maybe I don’t need him, but I want him. And really, that amounts to the same thing. “I don’t want to wait anymore,” I whisper.

The comment doesn’t follow our conversation, but the low groan that Seb emits tells me he knows exactly what I mean. “Me neither.” His breath heats my cheek, and a breathless gasp leaves my lips as a shiver of need runs through me. He gently pushes me away. “Sit on the bed.”

I stumble back at his command, dropping to the edge of the bed. From a few feet away, he caresses me slowly with his gaze, an appreciative flare widening his eyes.

I glance at his trunks, and the tented fabric betrays his hardness beneath.

Scorching heat settles between my legs and my breaths turn shallow.

I’m going to see his dick . My body rages between panic and arousal with uncontrollable uncertainty.

He tears off his t-shirt and chucks it on the floor, reaching for the waistband of his trunks, but before he lowers them, he stops.

Worrying that he’s having second thoughts, I glance up at him.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, his breathing heavy and his eyes darker than I’ve ever seen. The sparkle that’s normally there is absent, replaced with a heat that blisters. “Tell me what you want,” he repeats. “Let’s hear you say it. Take control, Lefroy. I know you want it.”

He’s there in his trunks, surrounded by a halo of dawn light that peeks around the curtains.

His tanned skin is golden, his hair flecked with lighter strands highlighted by the sun.

His abs, perfectly sculpted. My mouth waters.

I long to reach out and touch him, but from my position on the bed I can’t reach.

“I… I…”

A glimmer of amusement sparks in his gaze. “Come on.” He tips his chin to coax me into a response. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

My stomach is in knots, but arousal steams in my blood, my clit pulsing as I watch him watching me. Waiting to take my orders.

“Take off the trunks,” I say, voice quiet.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs as he tugs at the waistband, lowering it slowly, keeping his eyes on me the whole time. He’s bold. So confident, exposing his body like this. My breath catches as his cock, thick and hard, springs free, and his trunks fall to the floor, where he kicks them aside.

No piercings. And big. Really, really big. My mouth dries out at the sight of it. I don’t think my heart is beating at all anymore. Maybe I’ve died and taken that stairway to heaven already.

“Now what?” he asks.

The dare in his gaze fuels me. There is no way his cocky attitude is going to get the better of me. Not now. If he wants a woman who’s going to give the orders and make the rules, then he’ll get it.

“Show me…” My voice fades. Crap, this is harder than I thought it would be. He arches a brow that prods me to continue. “Show me what you do when you’re alone.”

He grips his dick in one hand, fisting it at the base. “Alone and thinking about you?” He shifts his hand slowly up and down his hard length.

My heartbeat slows to match the motion, the heavy thump of it echoing between my legs.

Knowing he’s done this so many times while thinking of me that he’s lost count has a restless need filling my limbs and a prickling heat crawling over my skin.

Holy shit. I can’t believe he’s doing this for me.

That I get to watch him. It’s like someone made a porn movie just for me, and then allowed me to sit and watch a private viewing.

The pulsing and tingling at the apex of my thighs is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

It’s impossible to ignore and I squirm where I sit, and Seb’s dimple pops as he observes me.

“Yes,” I confirm. “That. When you’re alone, and thinking about me. ”

His hand moves faster, fisting his cock up and down. With a flick of his thumb, he rubs the bead of precum into the head, which is swollen and smooth.

I lick my bottom lip and pin it with my teeth.

Having never seen a guy do this, and now having it be Seb is…

crazy. All these years just being friends and suddenly he’s jerking off in front of me…

for me … under my instruction. My body is on fire, and wetness slides between my legs.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything that’s turned me on this much, ever .

I want to give him something in return, so I lift my nightdress and tug it over my head, leaving me only in my underwear.

“Fuuuuck,” he rasps, pupils dilating as his hand continues its rhythmic motion.

I reach back and undo my bra, letting the cups fall, exposing my breasts. I remove it and throw it aside. His gaze falls immediately, settling on my nipples, which tingle and tighten just as he tips his head back and groans. “Argh, Lefroy. I knew it was fake news. You’re fucking gorgeous.”

The reference to that day when he rescued me after I fought with Mum makes me smile, and my fingers find my nipple, teasing it, sending a pleasurable ripple through me. Heat pools in my core, and with Seb’s eyes on me, it feels like I might explode.

“Does this turn you on?” I ask, my voice breathy, giving away just how much it turns me on.

“So much,” he says.

“Me too,” I admit, and liquid heat spreads through me.

I can’t believe I just said that . “I want you to come. I want to see you come.” I am on a roll, doing and saying things I’ve never even come close to.

But because it’s Seb, I’m more comfortable than I would ever be with anyone else.

I’ve repressed this desire so long, been a good girl for such a long, long time, that I’m desperate to shed that skin. All of it at once.

I trail my hand down my stomach, watching as his hungry gaze follows it down. He mutters under his breath, fisting faster. The repeated slap of his fist on his cock is an erotic beat made just for me.

I’m levering myself up with my other hand on the bed behind me, my free hand now teasing at my thong.

I run my finger along the waistband and Seb groans.

Having him so eager for me is a special kind of magic.

I feel all powerful, sitting here on the bed, half naked, giving orders.

I’m comfortable with my body, but this gives me a newfound sexual confidence that I’m keen to explore. “You want to see?” I purr.

“Fuck, yes,” he says again, voice broken and shaking with the rhythm of his pumping. His abs tighten, the head of his cock engorged. I want to lick it and see if it’s as smooth as it looks.

But I shake my head. “No.”

“No?”

“Be a good boy and get on your knees first. Then I’ll take them off.

” He doesn’t move, but the arousal in his gaze feeds me, making me more confident.

There isn’t a speck of doubt in my mind that he wants me, maybe more than he’s ever wanted anyone.

He’s going to do exactly as I ask. “You said you’ve been on your knees for me for years. ”

“I have.”

“I want to see it. You, naked, on your knees for me.”

A smirk tugs at his mouth, and what looks like pride lights his eyes. “That’s it, Lefroy. Tell me what you really want.”

“You. On the floor,” I repeat, and without hesitation, he sinks to his knees.

My heart thumps, seeing his powerful body like this, his dick heavy and hard between his legs.

His heated stare burns me up as he looks at me from his position on the floor.

Wow . He’s done his part… I’d better keep my word.

I slide off my thong, bringing my legs up on the bed and parting them, exposing it all to him.

I tease my wet entrance with my fingers. “Come here.”

Seb’s eyes flare and he makes to stand again.

“No. Stay on your knees.” He lifts his chin and lowers himself. As his reward for obedience, I sink a finger inside. So wet. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet. His responding inhale is so loud it booms through the room. I slide my finger in and out. “I want you to crawl.”

His blue eyes darken, but he doesn't move. I remove my finger, trailing my wetness over my thigh, casting him a warning look. He won’t get anything more from me unless he crawls.

His palms hit the wooden floor. “You’re the only woman in the world I’d do this for.”

“Just me?” I thrust my fingers in and out, dragging wetness up to my clit, circling it. Tingles expand from that point, and I move my hand faster, feeling my clit swell.

Seb groans. “Just you.” He keeps his gaze pinned between my legs as he makes his way across the floor, his broad, muscled shoulders shifting with each movement. I mewl as I take him in, watching me. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

He reaches the end of the bed and rises, but remains on his knees, his cock standing proud. He fists it at the base again.