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

“Do you trust me?” When she only blinked at the question, he hurried to make himself clear. “Trust me to make you feel good,” he whispered. He saw her nod just before he lowered his head.

His mouth touched her warm folds and he moaned. On a deep inhale he let her scent permeate every part of his body, and as she shook with the intensity of the pleasure ripping through him, he licked her. Tender strokes over her pussy, a quick, clever flick to tease her hardened clit. She bucked beneath him and he gripped her bare ass in his hands, lifting her lower half off the bed so she was closer to his face, feeding him.

“Dammit.” The one clipped word from her spurred him on.

“So sweet. Just like I remember.” It was the truth—she tasted heavenly. With each caress of his tongue over her soft flesh, he could think of nothing in his life that had ever tasted better. And it was just like he remembered. The feel of her thighs against his cheeks, the throbbing of his dick each time his tongue stroked along her damp skin. It was all as good as before, a part of the memories he’d cherished and secretly longed for again.

“I want more,” he groaned. “More of you.”

She was pumping into his mouth now, trying to give him what he wanted so he’d provide the release he knew she so desperately needed. He planned to give it to her. Easing two fingers between the crease of her ass, he let one linger momentarily over her anus before continuing on to sink inside her entrance. She bucked again, a mixture of curses and moans softly filling the air.

He slid another finger inside her, feeling the contraction of her body around him. This was it right here. The silken honey that seeped onto his fingers and eventually his tongue as he continued to lick her pussy was addictive. So much so he had no idea what he was going to do from this moment on. The need for her was going to be too great to watch her walk away again. Not this time. Even if all he got from her was this physical gratification, that’s what he wanted. What he’d needed for far too long.

Pumping his fingers in and out of her while flicking his tongue over her clit had her body jerking wildly beneath him. She whispered his name.

“Ronald,” she said again and again and he thrust his hips, wishing it was his dick buried to the hilt inside her instead.

“Gracie.” He said her name softly when he let his mouth leave her, his fingers still moving. “My sweet Gracie.”

Her body tensed the second her climax hit and he hungrily put his mouth over her once more to catch every drop of her release. Moments later he was easing away from her, lifting his body so he could drop a tender kiss on her mouth. She clapped her hands to the back of his neck and dragged him down for a deeper kiss, one that fused them together in a thick haze of longing, need and something more, something he wasn’t sure either of them was ready to name.

Instead of thinking too much on that, RJ positioned himself between her legs, sliding easily into her. She gasped when he entered her, bowing up off the bed. He massaged her breasts and began moving inside her, losing himself in the glorious warmth that always welcomed him. This is where he belonged, there was no longer any doubt in his mind. It was only Grace for him, now and forever.

He couldn’t get enough, and he totally lost himself in the feel of her muscles holding him tight, the sound of her voice whispering his name. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he leaned forward, putting his arms around her back before changing their position. He sat on the edge of the bed while she straddled him, bouncing up and down over his dick until her name ripped from his throat. “Grace. My sweet Gracie.”

“Yes.” It was the smallest whisper from her that played over and over again as she moved her hips to match his upward thrusts. “Yes, Ronald. Yes.”

And that’s what RJ continued to hear in the next seconds when she arched in his arms, her second climax causing her body to tremble around him. He came right behind her, shuddering not only with the pleasure tearing through him, but with the love that followed that brilliant explosion. That was it, that was the name of the emotion he’d felt earlier. Love. It was what had been pulling him toward her from the moment he’d first seen her on this island. The love that hadn’t died in the ten years they’d been apart. The love he prayed she wanted to accept this time around.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

FOUR DAYS LATER, Grace rolled over in the bed, going still the moment she realized she was alone. Lying on her stomach, she extended her arm over the rumpled sheets where RJ had lain for a while last night. It had been just a little while longer than the previous nights, and she’d thought he might stay until morning. He hadn’t done that on any of the nights he’d come to her room.

After their tryst on the yacht, they’d returned to the shore much later that evening. He’d taken her to her room and stepped inside for just long enough to take her in his arms one more time. The embrace had been long, each of them holding on to the other as if they thought it might be their last opportunity.

“I wish you’d trusted me ten years ago,” he’d whispered just before pulling back slightly. “Part of the reason I admired you so much was because of your work ethic and your tenacity to pursue your goals no matter what. There’s no way I would’ve ever asked you to give that