The Billionaire's Christmas Cruise by Dakota Rebel (my reading book txt) 📕

Growling in frustration, I grabbed Emerson’s arm, pulling her around me. I pressed her back against the door and pinned her there, attacking her mouth. Her knee went between my legs, and the pressure of her thigh against my cock was almost my undoing.

This was going way too fast. Suddenly, I was glad the key wasn’t working and had forced me to slow down for a moment. Em deserved better than some half-drunk fucking.

I stepped back, smiling at the soft whine that escaped her beautiful lips. I’d just pulled out my cell to call Marco for assistance, when something important occurred to me. I looked up and down the hallway, realization dawning on me.

“Babe,” I said, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles softly. “It’s the wrong room.”

“Oh my gosh!” She covered her mouth with her free hand, but the giggles couldn’t be contained. “I’m sorry. I swear I’m not laughing at you.”

“Well, you should be,” I admitted, pulling her down the passageway.

“No. All of these doors look the same,” she insisted. “And you were a little distracted.”

“Just a little,” I agreed, stopping at the next door and holding up the card. The lock clicked open immediately.

We stepped inside, and the atmosphere suddenly tensed. For a moment, I worried my stupid mistake had cooled her passion, and I couldn’t blame her for it. So I wasn’t quite prepared when she threw herself into my arms. My slight buzz combined with the swaying of the ship caused me to lose my balance, and we crashed to the floor together.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” she asked. She’d landed on top of me, and in her concern, she’d shifted to sit on my hips, her dress hiking up and exposing her creamy thighs, her center directly over my achingly hard cock.

It would be so easy to take her. To flip us over, undo my pants and just fuck her senseless right there on the floor. To claim her as mine.

Fortunately, she stood, relieving some of the pressure on my dick that was apparently keeping me from thinking straight. I followed her, climbing to my feet and forcing myself to calm the fuck down.

“You look like the big bad wolf about to eat me,” she whispered.

“That,” I said, quirking an eyebrow, “is a fantastic idea.”

Growling, I picked her up again and carried her into the bedroom. As long as I kept my own clothes on, I’d stop myself from going too far with her. It would be torture for me, but as long as Emerson was happy, I didn’t care. If she’d been completely sober, I would have asked what she wanted. But she’d had enough to drink I wasn’t comfortable taking advantage of her inhibition.

Laying her in the middle of the bed, I removed my jacket and tie and tossed them aside, unable to remove my gaze from the gorgeous sight of Emerson spread out on the mattress, her dark locks splayed across the pillows, her chest rising and falling with her quickened breath and the flush of heat that covered her body.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” I whispered. I crawled up onto the bed, running my hands up her calves, over her knees, against her thighs as I gently spread her legs apart for me.

“Chase, I haven’t ever… I mean, this is the first time I’ve… Shouldn’t you have less clothes on?”

I stared at her, realizing she was telling me she was a virgin. She was so beautiful, so smart, and so funny. That she’d never been claimed by another proved she really had been made just for me. It also meant I’d been correct. Her first time couldn’t be some rushed affair, fueled by alcohol and hormones rather than by the true love we felt for each other. I’d worship her in other ways until I was certain to make her first time special enough.

“I can’t make love to you tonight,” I told her. I held up a hand to forestall the argument I saw forming in that beautiful head of hers. “You deserve better than what would have happened if I didn’t have the sense to pull back. So for now, I’m going to worship your body, show you a small taste of the pleasure I want to give you for the rest of our lives.”

I kissed her again, my hands feeling around her dress for the secret way to remove it. Pulling her up against me, I ran a palm down her back, resisting a growl at the lack of clasps back there. I lowered her to the mattress, releasing the kiss to trail my gaze down her body.

There was no way I’d admit I didn’t understand her clothes. The fabric wasn’t stretchy enough for her to pull it over her body without some sort of button or hook or something.

Finally, she shifted enough under me that I felt the heavenly bite of a zipper down her side. I kissed her again, my fingers gripping the majestic piece of metal that was my key to her holy land. Unfortunately, the drama of her outfit foiled me again.

“This dress is ridiculous,” I told her as the zipper stopped at her hip. “In the future, I think I’d prefer quick-release clothes on you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she assured me, leaning up to capture my mouth once more.

As I kissed her, I pushed her dress up over her hips, giving up on getting her naked. It wasn’t possible without having her stand, and I wasn’t letting her out of this bed anytime soon.

She gasped against my mouth when I trailed a finger over her pussy. Even through the barrier of her panties, I felt how wet she was, and the desire to taste her was overwhelming.

I trailed hot, wet kisses over her neck and chest, sliding myself down her body until I rested between her quaking thighs. Her fists were already clenched in the sheets, and I smelled her desire like the sweetest perfume.

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