Give Me More--A Sexy Billionaire Romance by A.C. Arthur (detective books to read txt) 📕

had always been like a journey for her. Whether it was a small kiss or a full-mouth exploration, her body and her soul had always delved deep into it, as if she were made only to kiss him. At first, she’d thought that was a weird thing to consider—one woman, one man, one kiss, forever. But that’s precisely how it felt. He knew just how to drag his tongue over hers until she moaned with longing. With her eyes closed, it always felt as if the moment their lips met, she stepped into another place, a smaller space where there was only room for the two of them.

He came down with her, covering her body with his as she lay against the mattress once more. Lacing his arms around her back, he held her close in an embrace not so much constricting as possessive, as if he had no plans to let her go. That worked well because she had no plans to go anywhere. The kiss went on for what seemed like forever and then, the second he pulled back, leaving both of them breathless, it didn’t seem like long enough.

For endless moments he just stared down at her and she stared up at him, their gazes locked, some silent communication hovering between them. She rubbed her palms against the back of his head, gliding over the smooth skin. Their chests remained melded together, both rising and falling quickly with the intense pattern of their breathing. His hands were in her still damp hair and she lifted a leg to wrap around his waist.

The groan rumbled deep in his chest as the action opened her wider, so that the length of his dick pressed against the warm folds of her pussy.

“You love teasing me, don’t you?” The question was a rough growl that sent waves of pleasure along her skin.

“I love feeling you against me,” she replied, and lifted her ass a little to thrust into his hardness.

He sucked air through his clenched teeth, closing his eyes as she continued to rub against him. The friction, the heat, his dick sliding along her already slick core, was tantalizing and she couldn’t stop. She enjoyed pushing him to edge, taking them both there until they could barely think, or breathe, before coming together. Pulling his face down to hers again, she licked his lips. Tucking her tongue against the corners of his mouth, dragging it along the outline of his lips, feeling the crisp edges of his mustache.

She could hear him breathing, a heavy rumble starting from the center of his chest and rolling up until it was released in a barely restrained huff. She continued to move her tongue along his lips, stopping at the bottom one only seconds before sucking it into her mouth. He leaned into the action, moving his hips now to maintain the rhythm of his dick against her pussy. She was so wet his thickness simply slid along the path, creating a sound that was driving her insane.

Holding his head in her hands, his lip in her mouth, it was all so familiar. Memories of so many nights like this flooded her like a tidal wave and she shuddered with their intensity.

Helpless. That’s how he’d said he felt when she was sucking on his lips, helplessly drawn to her in a way he could never explain with any other word. Well, tonight it was her turn to feel that way. She couldn’t stop this if she wanted to, if her career, hell, if her life depended on it.

When he groaned the next time, he moved to take her into another kiss, this one painfully slow and deep. She couldn’t hold him any tighter against her, couldn’t whisper his name in her mind any louder. His hands moving in her hair, fingers grazing her scalp, body moving with infinite slowness over hers. She was drowning.

He pulled away, breaking the kiss and her hold on him as he moved from the bed. She watched him walk, his taut ass, his muscled thighs and his gorgeous hard dick jutting out from his body. Her mouth watered and her pussy pulsated. He pulled a box of condoms out of a bag sitting on the floor, ripped it open and took out a packet. Her gaze was trained on his every movement as he tore that packet open and pulled out the latex.

“You still love to watch.” It was a statement spoken as he put the latex to the tip of his dick and rolled it slowly down his length.

There wasn’t an ounce of shame to her truth. “Hell yeah, when you’re the show.”

He grinned, that sexy-as-hell RJ grin that she’d like to think was meant only for her. Then he was on the bed again, lifting her legs until her ankles rested on his shoulders. Turning his face from side to side, he kissed each ankle, brushed his hands down her calves and looked at her.

“You sure?” he asked quietly.

She lifted her hands to her breasts, cupping them before touching her fingers to each nipple. “I need.”

It was all the permission required, and in the next moment he was pressing his dick into her, stretching her, filling her, completing her.

Dying.

That was RJ’s new word for how he felt when he was inside Grace.

It was like dying and being reborn into something he knew he could never be without her.

Grasping her ankles, he spread her legs and continued to move in and out of her, his teeth clenching, eyes closing with the pleasure ripping through him with each stroke. The sound of her whispering his name had his eyes gradually opening. She was gorgeous with her damp hair spread out around her face, hands slipping slowly from her breasts to grasp the comforter beneath her. The dark tone of her skin was luminous against the pale hue of the bedding. Her deep brown nipples were taut as her breasts jiggled with the force of his thrusts.

It took concerted