Page 69 of The Damaged Billionaire's Obsession
“Who you’ve begged to fuck you. Turn around and ask me to fuck you again if you’re brave enough.”
I’m terrified. “Don’t even flatter yourself, Harvard. It was only when I had a brain glitch, which I sorely regret. I hadn’t been fucked in a while you see, which was why anyone, even you, would do at the time. But I’ve scratched that itch plenty now, so I’m good.”
“I hear you.” He growls. “Now, you have five seconds to either turn around and face me, or get off me.”
“Or what?” I snap.
“Or I’ll take matters into my hands and show you what a lying little brat you are.”
He starts counting down.
“5…4…”
The fear disappears, replaced by wild excitement. A buzzing begins in my head.
Take matters into his hands.
Gosh, I’d love to see him do that. I’ve been pushing him for a reaction from the day I met him, not knowing why I had the need to push him but unable to control the urge. I’ve been goading him, throwing myself at him, and going mad that he’s given me nothing back… until now.
Oh, please show me.I clench my thighs as he counts down.
“1… 0…”
He grabs my waist and turns me over, so I’m sprawled on top of him. I meet his heated gaze. He stares at me for a long time, and I stare back, unable to tear my gaze from his. Something shifts between us.
His hand goes to my face, cupping my jaw, his thumb tracing the line of my cheekbone, then strokes across my lower lip. Sensation bursts on my lips, and my eyelids flutter closed.
“Bonnie,” he whispers, lifts his head, and brushes his lips against mine. My toes curl with the impact of that small contact. I feel his breath fan my lips, and I part them on a moan.
I wait, but he doesn’t kiss me. Instead, he slowly, very slowly, shifts our position until I’m lying under him. He holds his weight on his forearm, only teasing me with the nearness of his naked, muscled torso.
His hand goes into the short curls at my nape. My heart is pounding like a little bird’s, and I dare not open my eyes for fear of what he’ll see in them, what I must be giving away.
What I desperately want to hide from him is the exact thing Ethan wants from me.
He lowers his head and his breath mingles with mine. “Bonnie, please tell me to stop if it gets too much, okay?” He whispers.
I can’t speak, so I only nod.
His lips finally take mine, soft and coaxing. Starting with small nibbles that linger longer with each kiss, he tastes me like he has all day.Like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.
When I start to kiss him back, parting my lips and following his retreating mouth, he deepens the kiss, licking and sucking at my lips. I let him stroke his tongue against mine, loving his feel and taste. He moans, and the sound vibrates through me, making me ache deep in my pelvis.
Sweet mother of God, this is what I always dreamed a kiss would feel like. Only, it’s better because I feel it not just on my lips but on every single inch of my body.
My hands find their way around his shoulders, and I kiss him back with abandon. His lips trace a path along my jaw, then he dips his mouth in the crook of my neck and suckles on the soft skin there. My head falls back, inviting him to feast on me, and I dimly register moaning, which I realize is longer coming from him.
It’s me. I’m also straining against him, lifting my body to rub against his.
Before I can fully process what I must look like and feel mortified, he gives me his full weight and, at the same time, takes my leg to wrap around his waist, opening my core to his hardness. My brain short circuits. I love it when he does that.
The heavy weight on me triggers my anxiety, but his hardness hitting my clit sends shocks of sensation down my spine. I don’t want it to stop.
“Ethan,” I gasp.
“Talk to me, Bonnie, tell me how you feel.”
“Good,” I whisper. “Don’t stop. Please.”